Chapter 23 Kendra
TWENTY-THREE
kendra
I ran from the sauna and slipped into the women’s locker room. It was only once I was under the spray of the hot shower that I was able to absorb what had just happened.
Interesting. After what we’d done, my mind sank right into the gutter.
I rushed to dress, smirking at the pencil skirt I had brought with the sole purpose of driving the boss wild.
And now he knew exactly what I had under the skirt.
I would be lying if I claimed not to know Jonathan would be in the sauna when I opened the door.
But everything that happened afterwards had been completely unscripted.
Unscripted, but now very much a part of my future masturbatory repertoire.
Me: I have it bad.
Kelsey: Really? I’ll be back next Friday. Can we have a morning run on Saturday? Or is it something you need to talk about right away?
I usually needed to check the weather before I committed. I didn’t mind cold-weather runs, but Kelsey never canceled. Snow, sleet, and pouring rain were just added endurance challenges for her.
Me: It can wait.
Me: You got it. I’ll meet at our usual spot.
Me: Enjoy your honeymoon, and I’ll see you soon.
Kelsey: Did Kylie call a family dinner for any particular reason?
Nope. Not getting into this. This was Kylie’s news to break; she could tell the family about her relationship with Luc on her own.
Me: Just dinner. Will you have Crew?
Kelsey: Yes! Tom will be on the East Coast and staying with us for a few days. But I have Crew that night.
Kelsey’s co-parenting arrangement with Crew’s father was mind-boggling.
With his career as a professional hockey player and Sam’s as a pitcher, her son traveled more than I ever would.
When Kelsey was a single mother, I could never have imagined that she would somehow find a more complicated arrangement. She did, but she was happier than ever.
When I checked the time, I realized I needed to rush, or else I would be late for my one - on - one. The second meeting was labeled as Colby’s introduction to senior staff and was a media event in the afternoon.
When I arrived outside his office, his assistant gestured for me to go inside.
“Mr. Crosby said to send you right in.”
I thanked her and opened the door, finding Jonathan working at his desk. His office was exactly as I expected—spotless, with ample meeting space and a large mahogany desk.
He stood and stalked to the door, pressing the lock before boxing me in against the door.
“You drive me crazy.” His mouth slammed into mine. My lips parted, and I yielded to his invasion. “Did you wear this skirt on purpose?”
“Yes.”
He pressed his hips into mine. And I could feel just how crazed I had made him. “Take it off.”
He pulled away, giving me enough room to follow his direction. I stared at him and liked what I saw. The controlled man who had sent me home wanting last night was gone. He was feral. His chest heaved, pupils blown; he was barely holding it together.
“Fuck.” His response as I dropped my skirt to the floor only served to embolden me.
I loved my body and had always been comfortable and confident in my skin.
How he looked at me made me feel like I could run the world.
I hadn’t intended anyone to see the black lace panties I slipped on this morning, but man, I was glad I picked them.
“On the desk.”
When I hesitated, he paused.
“Is this okay?”
“More than okay.”
“One word from you and we stop. Okay?”
I answered by sitting on the edge of the desk, leaning back, and putting myself on display for him. He spread my legs, moving to stand between them, cupped my cheek, and kissed me once more. He unbuttoned my blouse and stared down at me.
“These tits, Kendra, they’re going to do me in.” He moved the cups out of the way, the cool air hitting my nipples right before he sucked one into his hot mouth.
I cried out and immediately stifled the sound, remembering where we were.
“Don’t worry. We’re soundproof in here. You can be as loud as you want to be.”
His tongue swirled over the sensitive, taut peak, and I let out a throaty moan, my fingers feathering into his hair. His erection put pressure against my center, and I ground my hips against his, noticing the dampness left on the front of his tan trousers.
His hand traced a line up my inner thigh, fingering the edge of my lace panties before dipping inside. Jonathan’s mouth was a trail of heat as he worked his way from my breasts to my hips until he dropped on his knees in front of me.
“Are you attached to these?” He asked as he continued to run his fingers under the band of my panties.
“Jonathan, please.”
“Please, what?”
“Get rid of them.”
I gasped, the cool air hit my clit as the delicate fabric tore. He stuffed the remnants into his pocket. It was going to be an uncomfortable workday, but as his tongue made its first swipe, I forgot the world.
“My God, your fucking taste—it’s so much better than I imagined.”
I leaned back so I could watch him. He ravaged me.
His tongue finding the perfect spot, the right pressure, his pace driving me hard and fast. And when he slipped two fingers inside me, he wasted no time, fucking me hard, curving his fingers just right and finding the place deep inside me that ached for him.
Jonathan’s eyes locked on mine right before I fell apart all over his face. His mouth slowed, his tongue still lapping at my clit, working me through the tremors.
“Is that what I get when you get worked up?”
“Let’s call that an appetizer.”
He drew to stand and captured my mouth for a sweet kiss. It was the second time I’d sampled my own arousal today, and while I had done it for his benefit earlier, I loved the way it tasted on him.
My hand slipped down, palming his erection. He buried his face in my neck, rocking his hips against my hand. Just as I reached for his belt, the intercom sounded.
“Mr. Crosby, Ms. Colby Crosby is here to see you.”
“Fuck.” He pulled away swiftly, and our eyes drifted down to his raging hard-on. “I can’t see my sister like this.”
I kissed him quickly, slipped off the desk.
“I’ll take care of her. You take care of that.
” I pointed to the bulge in his pants and rushed to pull my skirt on.
When I was satisfied that I looked put together enough, I left him alone with an order to finish what we started and hopefully share the details with me later.
“Hey, Jonathan asked me to show you around. He’s dealing with a bit of an issue right now.”
She gave me a curious look. “What kind of issue?”
Colby was not a stupid woman, and I was sure she recognized the post-orgasm haze that surrounded me. “Diarrhea. He’s been locked in the toilet for an hour.”
“Eww. Yuck. Okay, show me around. And while you do that, explain how you got him to let you call him Jonathan.”
“I didn’t know that was such a big deal.”
“There are fewer than ten people who he lets call him by his given name. Most of them have known him since birth. If you’re good to him, he’ll be very good to you.”
“Is this where you give me the talk and threaten me not to hurt your brother?”
“No, but it is where I tell you that he’s not some spoiled, rich, little fuckboy. So if you’re looking for that—”
“Um, I know you’re gay, but no one actually seeks out fuckboys.”
Colby’s laughter rang out, filling the hallway until I joined in.
“Okay. I guess you have a point. I’m not asking you to promise him forever, just asking that you understand that if he’s willing to mix work with whatever this is between you, you know that he’s not doing so without a good deal of forethought. ”
“Did you get any information about this meeting?”
She shook her head.
“Well, we’ll be the youngest ones in the room. I don’t say that because I don’t think the older staff is valuable, but as a warning that they’re just waiting for us to fuck up.”
“J too?”
“Especially him. I swear they’re all just hoping that your grandfather takes over again until the day they can retire. He’s been shaking things up in a good way.”
When we arrived in the boardroom, the table was already full. One spot remained at the head of the table for Jonathan. I took the opportunity to introduce Colby and asked everyone to go around the table. At some point, I heard someone whisper, “What the fuck, she’s getting in with the family, too.”
I smiled to myself. Yeah, boys, and the captain of this ship was on his knees for me not even thirty minutes ago.