CHAPTER FIVE #2
“Yes, we’ve been through this. You can only count to two words. I get it. Can we go for three?” He taunted. “Hands by your sides on the door.” He reached past me and flicked the lock.
“Fuck. You. Asshole,” I said sweetly, smiling at the locked door. “That’s three.”
Ward huffed a soft laugh. “Beautiful brat.”
I reveled at the compliment, before I forgot I was meant to be insulting the man behind me. “What do you want, Ward? I have work to do,” I added a sharp layer to my voice.
“I like it when you pretend you don’t need me, when you lie to us both. It’s…pretty.” Knuckles brushed my hair.
I leaned into his touch, my neck arching. A deep approving rumble emanated from his chest, heavy enough to vibrate the air between us where we still weren’t touching.
“Needy,” he reminded me.
“Asshole,” I mouthed, letting my eyes close. I couldn’t bear seeing his smirk.
Warmth brushed over my breasts, and I gasped at the almost contact.
“Will you beg?” he mused, gliding his fingertips across the front of my blouse, across my nipples. His touch was so light, I couldn’t help pushing forward, trying to find his hands.
“No chance,” I lied.
“No?” Ward slid his knee between my legs from behind, tapping my feet apart.
I scrambled for a moment, trying to catch my balance with my hands pressed to the wall, but when I stumbled, the solid wall of muscle behind me was there, not letting me fall.
“I won’t–” I gasped, knowing he refused to touch me, but Ward never pulled away or said anything.
He stepped forward, pinning me face first to the door.
Knowing fingers circled my areola through my silk blouse until my nipples ached, distending.
“Won’t what? You won’t come for me right here?
” he murmured seductively. “Won’t walk out of here with your desperate need dripping down your legs, won’t smile at every one for the rest of the day, taking reports on personality clashes and onboarding your pet little intern with your panties soaked?
I bet he’d love to know that you’re in here, spread out for me, panting and humping a door just to orgasm. ”
“Ward, please—”
“I want you to sit in mediation for the rest of the day, squirming and drenched and empty, wishing my cock was shoved inside you.” His fingers milked my nipples as one hand dropped, leaving my other breast bare. Cold.
"Don't stop. Please.” Tears leaked from the corners of my eyes. I rested my head against his shoulder.
“Beautiful begging. You haven’t gotten yourself off for so long have you? So denied,” he cooed against my ear without letting his mouth touch my skin. Just his breath.
“You asked me not to.”
“Good girl.” His other hand dropped to the front of my skirt, pressing in just enough to graze over my clit. “Are you wearing panties?”
“Y-yes.”
“Don’t wear them for the rest of the week.” He stroked my clit through my skirt, through my panties. Lightly. His caresses were devastating.
It wouldn't be enough.
“Please, Ward,” I choked.
The dual touch sent me spinning. One hand over my clit, while his other stroked my nipple, keeping me on edge.
Aching. “Friday night, I’ll be late. The game is important, but so are you.
” He rubbed my clit faster. Harder. “Kneel on the floor for me, presented how you like. Ten p.m. I won’t be there until midnight, so I want you to drip for me.
Be numb. Ache. Fall asleep on the floor. Dress however you like for me.”
I gasped, rocking between him and the door, the hard length of him pressed to the swell of my ass. “Oh, fuck. Ward—”
“Will you do it?”
“Yes, of course I’ll do it!”
“Good.” Ward’s hands retracted, and he stepped back.
Liquid pooled in my panties, and I sank against the door, my body throbbing and pulsing on the edge of an orgasm. But. Not. Quite. There.
“What?” I twisted to stare at hom wildly over my shoulder.
“Don’t come.” Ward raked his fingers through his silver and black hair watching me with hooded eyes.
That gaze rested on my chest, surveying his handiwork, then lower.
“Pity you didn’t bring your jacket. I love your breasts on show like that but…
You’re the head of HR. What we didn’t probably isn’t appropriate for show in the workplace. ”
I blinked at him. “You– I—”
“See you Friday, Sia.” Ward flicked the lock on the door, and pulled it open.
“Asshole,” I whispered. I stumbled backward to avoid being knocked over when he stole my support. My legs wobbled.
“That’s two days away. Got it?” he said casually.
As if what we just did was meaningless to him.
If he didn’t pause with his hip cocked to disguise the swell of his cock straining in his pants, maybe I’d recognize the lie.
“Friday,” I managed hoarsely. “On the floor, legs spread, asleep and waiting for you. I remember.”
His eyes darkened. “Nice wet spot, wife. You might want to choose what to cover up before you walk back to your office. Security will be ramped up and you’ll have an escort home.”
I stared as he shut the door softly behind him, then down at my skirt where a telltale tiny dot darkened the material. Seething, aching and heart sore, I fixed my blouse, pulled my hair over my shoulders and prayed that would cover me until I got back to my office.
I was wearing black for the rest of eternity. And getting a pair of handcuffs for Ward.
Maybe filing a sexual abuse compliant. A smile curved my lips as I tried not to fall out of the boardroom. Scratch that last. I knew I’d never do that to Ward.
He was too damn good with his hands.
Screw Ward. No, playtime was for Friday. I had a job to do. I shook my hair back as Lewis caught up with me, chattering about the players and a list of minor misdemeanors and why they needed to be fixed today.
I smiled when I reached my office and found a brand new door with four solid locks on it.
Ward had interesting taste. I closed my new door, already in work mode as I grabbed my jacket and started realigning Lewis’ point of view.
I could live with extra security. I could deal with Ward’s fantasy for Friday night.
Who knew? I might even like it. Hell, I even had fun in the boardroom because that was my kind of fantasy, and he knew it.
That’s what we were best at. Just sex.
That’s all.