Foreplay with the Boss: Billionaires of Boston

17. Kat

Iknow I was the one who made the no-touching at work rule, but I didn’t realize it’d be so hard for me to follow.

Now that I knew what it felt like to have Jameson’s hands on me, to have his body pressed against mine, touching was all I could think about.

We were supposed to have another “lesson” on Wednesday night, but a last-minute work emergency had come up, and Jameson ended up having to stay at the office until late with the design team.

Judging from the exhausted faces and low morale that greeted me Thursday morning, it hadn’t gone so well.

I noticed Jameson was already in his office, so I knocked on the door and poked my head inside. “Anything I can do?”

“Depends on how stingy you’re going to be about your touching rule,” he said.

I closed the door and leaned against it. “My no-touching rule will be strictly enforced, Mr. Stone.”

“Guess I’ll have to settle for using my X-ray vision.” He leaned back in his chair, tapped a finger to his temple as he squinted his eyes, like that unleashed his superpowers, and looked me up and down. “Just as I thought. You really are as sexy as I remembered. Turn around so I can get the back.”

I was about to argue, but the heated look he gave me had me spinning around and offering him my backside. I glanced over my shoulder at him as he homed in on my ass—why yes, I had worn my tightest skirt today.

“Those are some sexy panties. I can’t wait until they’re on the floor of my bedroom later tonight.”

“That’s interesting.” I turned around and gave him my most innocent expression as I batted my eyes. “Because I’m not wearing any panties.”

He groaned and ran a hand over his face. Then he stood and came around the front of his desk. My heart hammered against my rib cage, my flight response instinctively kicking in, even though what I really wanted was for him to catch me and have his wicked way with me. “Get your ass over here right?—”

The knock on the door made me jump.

“Fuck.”Jameson blew out his breath, ran a hand through his hair, and then dropped back into his chair and barked, “Come in.” David stepped into the room. He did a double take when he saw me standing a few feet away. When it came to people who disliked me at the office, David was slightly warmer than Rob, but it was a hesitant lukewarm. And since Jameson had told him to send me reports on all of our most recent acquisitions so I could find where they could be improved, let’s just say he wasn’t joining my rather barren fan club anytime soon. Especially since I’d found marketing items that needed addressed in every account I’d been through.

“I’ll leave you guys to it.” I paused at the doorway. “And I’ll make sure to schedule that meeting you talked about for you, Mr. Stone.”

Since I worried my lack of a poker face would give me away, I exited the office without looking back. But I didn’t have to look to know Jameson’s eyes were on my ass.

* * *

JAMESON EXTENDED a hand and helped me out of his car. He closed the door, spun me around, and pressed me against it like he might cuff me and take me down to the station.

The cuffing I could handle, but taking me down to the station would take too long—I was already turned on from the hours of verbal foreplay we’d had at the office.

I’d purposely dropped a paper-filled folder in front of him and took my sweet time bending down to gather it up. He’d squatted down under the guise of helping me pick up the papers, telling me under his breath all the sordid things he planned on doing to my body. While riding the elevator down, I’d flashed him a coquettish smile and tugged my skirt several inches up my thigh, then went ahead and took it a step further by making a unh sex noise in his ear. His hands curled into fists, every muscle in his body tensed, while the people in front of us stood there, unaware.

Now his erection nestled perfectly against the seam of my ass, and his other hand came up on my neck, his fingers spread so that he hit one pulse point with his index finger and the other with his thumb. He squeezed, just enough to leave me slightly dizzy. “I’m going to have to punish you for making me wait so long to touch you. Now spread ‘em.” He kicked my feet wider apart. I was already growing wet from his pat down and we hadn’t even gotten to the patting part yet.

He bent low and then ran his hands up the inside of my legs, torturously slow, until he reached the apex of my thighs. “You really aren’t wearing any panties, you naughty minx.” His fingertips grazed my folds, and I gasped and braced myself harder against the car.

“I’ve been thinking about your tight pussy all day. And about your perfect ass.” He bit one cheek and more moisture pooled between my thighs. I squirmed, wanting more, needing more.

“You can touch me now. Please touch me now.”

“I would, but what kind of a punishment would that be?” He straightened, and I made a small whimper in protest.

He covered my body with his. “Plus, I’ve wanted my hard dick against your ass all day.” He ground against me and I pushed back, pulling a satisfactory ragged-sounding groan from him. His hand returned to my neck, holding me tighter to him as he ground against me again.

His free hand worked at the buttons of my shirt, popping each one open. When my bra was exposed, he stopped to pinch my nipples through the lace, exquisite sensations streaking through my core with each pinch and flick. Then he yanked my shirt off and instructed me to put my hands back on the car.

I obeyed, hoping I’d be rewarded for it.

“Good girl.” He yanked up my skirt, and I waited to see what move he’d make next, the anticipation nearly killing me. I heard his belt buckle jingle and hit the floor, a rustle of clothing following, and then I felt his bare cock press against my ass.

Wrapping an arm around my breasts, he hauled my back against his firm front, and then he reached around my hip and dipped his fingers lower, lower…right where I needed them.

“Okay, time for you to take over and tell me what you want.” He nipped at my ear. “For a little while, anyway, and then it’ll be my turn to take control.”

“Just keep touching me,” I said. “Don’t stop, whatever you do.”

I rolled my hips with the circling of his fingers.

“You want me to take you inside? Or are you a dirty girl who wants me to finish you off here in the garage?”

“I like it dirty. Here. Now. Just…” My breaths came faster and faster, and I might be embarrassed of the way I reached down to hold his hand in place as I rocked against it if it didn’t feel so amazing. “Yes, yes, yes.”

I shattered against him and he wrapped his arm tighter around me, keeping me from falling when my knees turned to water. He peppered kisses over my cheek and jawline as I worked to catch my breath. Then he spun me around and slanted his mouth over mine, kissing me with reckless abandon.

“Ready for part two?” he asked, and I nodded. He nudged me toward the door of the garage, and then he scooped down and retrieved his tie. “We’re going to need this.”