my one ni-ght bo-ss ??
Chapter 10
“Of course not. But I saw the way you looked at each other, and sometimes it’s better to be a little less careful.” She folds the towel and kizzes me on the cheek. “See you in the morning.”
I drain the water from the sink and turn off the lights in the kitchen. With the pile of emotions sitting in front of me, the dishes will have to wait.
***
The morning comes way too soon, and with it no more clarity than I had last night. However, my mother has a point. If I’m going to give it a shot with Charles, I have to give it a shot. This won’t work if I’m only waiting for the moment when it all falls apa-rt.
I see my parents off on their drive back early, dodging my mother’s artful questions. I give my dad a long hu-g, thankful for his silent support. He took the news about Charles and I in stride. Frankly I think he’s relieved I’m with anyone at all. It’s been years. But no matter. I’m going to give this a chance, and the ripples of anxiety that have been constantly with me fall quiet. My mother was right—I always wait until I’m sure. I’m sure that I want this. No matter what happens.
Charles is already in the office when I get there, and we smile at each other. We haven’t talked about it, but we both know it’s best not to make this public to the company. He comes to the door as I’m settling in. “Morning.”
“Good morning.”
“Did your parents get off all right?”
I smile and roll my eyes, “Yes. They’re driving back to the middle of nowhere as we speak.” “We should be the ones to surprise them next time.”
“And be dragged around to farmer’s markets and dinner at Red Lobster? No thank you.”
He laughs. “Did Robert Jenkins call back last week?”
“I have left about one-point-five billion messages with his @$$istant, and the concierge at the hotel. He never returns.”
I see his face darken, and I wonder what’s so urgent that he nee-ds to speak to Mr. Jenkins, but I don’t think we’re at the place where I can ask. “Can you try again? Make sure they know it’s urgent.”
“As soon as their office opens I will.”
“Great.” He flashes me a smile full of teeth that has nothing to do with work. “Thanks, Alyssa.”
“No problem.”
The rest of the morning in the office is quiet, and normal. I find it easier to focus on work than I did before when I was distracted by the sound of Charles’ voice. I’m still distracted by it, but now I can live with it, because I know the promise it holds for after work.
It’s early afternoon when I hear Charles shout, “YES!”
I jump, ruining the note I was writing. I go into the office and shut the door behind me. “What’s going on?”
“Heely International officially offered. They’re willing to finance three new hotels. We’re moving to negotiations.” He moves around the desk and grabs me, swinging me around and kizzing me. “Charles that’s amazing. Where will they be?”
“Don’t know yet. That’s all apa-rt of the deal yet. They important thing is that they said yes. I was worried when they didn’t get back to me last week.”
“Didn’t you know you had no reason to worry?” I ask, “I mean, I rocked giving that flash drive to the print shop. There was no way you could lose.”
He chuckles and slides his hands down to my @$$, p-ulling all of me against him. “It’s true. I couldn’t have done it without you.”
An idea enters my head, and a smile creeps across my face because I know that he won’t be able to say no. And that he’s ru-b-bing off on me a little. “There are many things you can’t do without me.” I say, to clarify. “Like celebr@te properly.”
His body goes still, and his lightness is replaced by power. “A dangerous suggestion.” He sits down in his chair.
I lean against his desk, enjoying being able to look down at him for once. I watch as his eyes go dark with possibilities, and I wait. He’s watching me like a hunter, and I ti-ghten my fingers on the edge of the desk. Just being looked at me by him turns me on. There’s nothing he would say that I wouldn’t do.
The longer he stares, the more aware I am of how in control he is, and he hasn’t even said a word. The thought sends the air out of my lungs. I see when the command comes into his eyes, and I shiver. “Get on your knees.”
I do, fitting my legs back un-der his desk, already sensing the second command before it comes. I reach for him, undoing his pa-nts and p-ulling out his already very ha-rd co-ck. I run my hands up and down his length, stro-king him and feel him get even ha-rder un-der my touch. I keep my hands on him, always moving, tracing his veins while I wait. I give him a slow smile. Just because he’s the one who’s in control doesn’t mean I don’t want this, and I plan on it being just as amazing for him as it was for me.
“Put your mouth on me.” He says.
I follow his command. I press my li-ps to the base of his co-ck, letting my tongue sli-p out and touch while I move up the up the length of him. I press my li-ps against the tip before moving back to the base. I tease him with my tongue, and graze him with my teeth. I can feel him shudder beneath my hands. I lic-k him slowly, moving up and down the sides of his co-ck, coming close, but never quite where he wants me to be.
I run my tongue across the head of his co-ck and he swears. His hand grips my hair and he tilts my head back so I can look at him. “Put my co-ck inside your mouth. Now.”
I sm-irk at him as I obey, happy in my knowledge that I’m driving him to the edge. I su-ck him into my mouth, just the head, and stro-ke my tongue along him. He swears again, and I laugh knowing what the vibr@tions in my mouth will do to him. I take him dee-per, closing my li-ps around him and creating a vacuum as I pull back. Every stoke I go just a little further. I glance up and see that his head has fallen back, and he’s desperately trying to control his breathing.
I use my tongue and swirl it around it the head over and over again until he’s shaking. I plunge down on him again the de-epest I’ve gone and he Gr0-ns. I know what’s coming next—he doesn’t. I su-ck back to the tip and take a de-ep breath. I take him all the way into my mouth and swallow him. The tip of his co-ck is in my throat, and I seal my li-ps around his base.
I swallow again, and again, stro-king him with the walls of my throat. I hear him rele-ase a truly dirty string of curse words as I rele-ase him to breathe. He’s staring at me, and I’ve never felt more powerful. I keep looking into his eyes as I use my tongue on him, watching him fight his control. I take a breath and swallow him again, humming so my throat vibr@tes around him.
Then I hear the door open…
my one ni-ght bo-ss ??
Chapter 11
Then I hear the door open.
Charles
The door is opening. Shit. Neither of us thought to lock it, it all happened so quickly. I lean forward onto my desk to disguise to Alyssa is un-derneath it, and see that a man I don’t recognize walk throu-ghthe door. “Can I help you?”
“I hope I’m not interrupting anything. Your secretary wasn’t outside.”
“Yes, she took a late lunch break today.” I reach un-der the desk and try to make it look like I’m scratching my leg. Instead I tangle my fingers in Alyssa’s hair and guide her mouth back to my co-ck. If she’s going to hide un-der there, it should be for a reason. “What can I do for you?”
He comes forward and shakes my hand, “My name is Robert Jenkins, I’m the financial manager for the Seattle hotel. Your secretary left me a message. She left me many messages actually.”
Robert Jenkins is here? I try to wrap my br@in around it, but Alyssa chooses that moment to tease me with her tongue and I nearly lose my words. “She does a good job for me. It’s nice to have someone around to do the dirty work.” The vibr@tions from her laughter for-ce me to bite the inside of my cheek. “Why are you in New York?”
“I was on vacation and visiting family, and I was unreachable last week. When I got your message I thought it might just be easier to stop by.”
“That was good of you. I’ll be honest, some of the expense reports are concerning me.” Alyssa takes me de-ep into her throat and I cover myself with a chuckle. “Listen, Robert. I really appreciate you coming in, but I’m booked for the rest of today. Is there any way you could come in tomorrow morning around ten? I’ll cover your hotel cost if it’s an inconvenience.”
He smiles, “No inconvenience, Mr. Saxon. I’m happy to help. Do I nee-d to leave a note for Ms. Harrington about the appointment?”
Her teeth grazing along the length of me give me my answer. “That’s all right. She’ll be back shortly. I’ll let her know.”
Robert nods, “Then I won’t take up any more of your time.” He stands and shakes my hand again, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Thank you again, Robert. And if you don’t mind, close the door on your way out?”
“Sure thing.”
I wait until the door clic-ks before I slide back and look down at Alyssa, an evil grin on her face. “You’re the one who told me to keep going.” She says.
“Now I’m going to finish. Open your mouth.” I take her face in my hands and guide her onto me. I don’t stop until I feel myself enter her throat, then I roll my hips and thr-usting in further. She swallows, squeezing me with her throat, and I swear I go blind. She comes up for air, and I give her a moment to breathe before p-ulling her onto me again.
I’m so close, every inch of my co-ck is quivering and ready. She su-cks me down and I feel my head pop into her throat, contracting around me. My hips have a mind of their own, thr-usting into her mouth as she works her throat. I feel her tongue reach out and touch the skin at my base, and I come.
Lightning jets of plea-sure roll throu-ghme as I rele-ase into her throat again and again. It’s longer than I’ve ever come before, plea-sure pulled out of me almost on the edge of pain. I’m sure someone heard the swearing that came out of my mouth. I’ve never felt anything this good. I open my eyes, and find Alyssa’s. Keeping her li-ps around me, she su-cks her back up my co-ck to the tip before releasing me. I realize then that she swallowed everything I gave her. She puts me away and buckles my pa-nts. Then she leans over and kizzes me on the de-eply on the mouth. “Congratulations. I have to go put Mr. Jenkins on the schedule for ten tomorrows.”
I’m left staring after her, utterly speechless for the second time since we’ve met.
Alyssa
The next week is a whirlwind of se-x and whispered conversations. I learn that Charles’ favorite color is burgundy. I learn that he hates the nickname Charlie because he was teased as by kids calling him Charlie Brown. I learn he grew up on the outskirts of Tucson, and that his mother died when he was in college. He learns that we’re both only children, and that I thought—briefly—about becoming an architect.
After the meeting with Mr. Jenkins, Charles’ wasn’t happy. He retreated into his shell, and I used every trick I new to draw him back out. Including kidnapping him in the middle of the day and taking him back to our diner.
I finally got him to open up about it. The Seattle hotel is losing money. It’s tanking, actually. Charles’ is worried that he might have to close it down in order stop the bleeding. Only shutting down a failing property while in the middle of an international expansion isn’t good for business. If you can’t have a successful business in the country where you have the most control, how will it be overseas?
Even after getting him to talk about, he’s been more withdrawn this week. His smiles come less frequently, and I know that the worry is eating away at him. The moments I pull him out of his shell he’s completely focused and completely present, but then he retreats. From what I can tell, the negotiations are going well. As well as these things go—slowly and inch by inch. But when Friday comes around, I’ve had enough of his sulking. I go into the office and close the door.
“You’re going to take me out tonight.”
He was looking out over the city, but he turns and smiles softly at me. “Am I?”
“Yes.” I say, “Because it’s Friday night and you’ve had the luxury of sulking all week. You still haven’t taken me any new places in New York. So you’re going to take me somewhere, and we’re going to leave work alone for awhile.”
He stands and comes over to me and straightens his jacket. “I thought I was the one who gave commands.”
“Only ‘within the context of se-x ‘” I quote rule number one at him.
He reaches down and tugs on the wa-istband of my pa-nts, p-ulling me forward, “And you don’t think me taking you somewhere will have something to do with se-x ?”
“I guess we’ll have to see.”
He laughs, and it’s the first real laugh I’ve heard all week. “Do I have anything important left today?” “Nope.”
“Then let’s go.” He grabs his phone off his desk.
I take a moment to gather my things, “So where are we going?”
“You’ll see when we get there.”
I roll my eyes as we head to the door, “Really? You’re going to pla-y that game?”
“My game, my rules.” He says.
“Our rules.” Across the floor I see Jennifer, she’s watching us leave together. I send her a smile and a wave to fight the sinking feeling in my stomach at her seeing us leave. It could merely be a coincidence that we’re leaving at the same time on a Friday night. I take a breath. It doesn’t matter. Jennifer’s opinion of me isn’t something I should be worrying about, and I push the disquiet out of my head. I can’t tell Charles’ he’s been sulking if I sli-p into the same thing.
TBC