Chapter Twenty-Two #2
He stood there scrutinizing her with his lustful gaze, and for a moment, she feared he wouldn’t let it go, but then he said, “Well, then, Ms. Mays, as my professional executive assistant, why don’t you bring me a cup of kaffii?”
Would it be unprofessional to throw a nuknuk at him?
“Coming right up,” she said.
He grabbed a nuknuk off her desk and disappeared into his office. Before the door closed, she heard him laughing.
Jerk. She couldn’t help grinning when she got up and moved to the kaffii machine. She liked this teasing Stratos. But they still had to be circumspect at the office.
She’d been bringing him kaffii since she started, but as she waited for the machine to dribble out a cup, this morning seemed different.
Before, it had been an administrative task; now, it felt domestic.
A new paradigm. Of course, everything would seem new and different today because everything was new and different.
But when the novelty wore off, and they settled into their work routine, they’d be able to compartmentalize with ease.
Hopefully.
Taking his kaffii, she entered his office.
To his credit, he was scrolling through the summary. She set the cup on his desk, next to the half-eaten nuknuk.
“Just what I was waiting for.” His arm snaked out, and he pulled her onto his lap.
He tried to kiss her, but she averted her face. “Stratos!” This was not professional.
“Yes?” He nuzzled her neck, her hair twisted into a French knot, giving him unimpeded access.
“We can’t do this,” she protested, stifling a moan of pleasure. Beneath her bottom, she could feel him getting hard. This is so inappropriate. But hot. Oh, my god. Never once had she made out at work with Gavin.
She tried to scoot off his lap, but he held her firmly around the waist, slipped his hand under her skirt, and inched up her leg. She grabbed his wrist. “Be good.”
“I’ll be very good.” He captured her lips in a deep, slow kiss.
She tried to resist, but the man was like an addictive drug. She wound her arms around his neck and melted against him. His growl of triumph made her itch to smack him, but the sound was so fucking sexy, when his hand crept up her thigh again, she parted her legs.
His finger slipped under the crotch of her panties.
Air sizzled through his teeth. “Flek, you’re wet.
You’re going to kill me.” His exploring finger penetrated her channel, and they both groaned.
A second finger followed the first, stretching her sore, overworked pussy, and she gasped at the twinge of pain, but her aroused, drenched sex clenched his fingers, begging for his touch.
In the silence of the office, she could hear how wet she was as he finger-fucked her.
“Come for me,” he ordered in his most arrogant, bossiest tone, the one that pissed her off but now sounded hotter than hell. His thumb found her engorged clit and circled the swollen bud.
She gasped, her breathing ragged.
Resistance might be futile, but she had to try.
She shook her head. “This is not…not…a good…oh god…a good idea. You need to sto…oh god…don’t stop.
Fuck, don’t stop.” Her head lolled on his shoulder, her eyes squeezing shut as she climaxed.
Sharp ecstasy spiraled out from her clit and through her body, leaving her shuddering and gasping and uttering little mewing sounds.
When the sensation receded, she opened her eyes to his satisfied smile. She’d almost screamed for him, and she could tell he knew it.
“You’re beautiful when you come. Beautiful all the time, but especially so when you shatter for me,” he said. His fingers were still inside her, and he didn’t seem in any hurry to remove them.
Her panties were on the floor. She had no recollection of them being removed.
She had come undone, not just physically but emotionally, too. She’d never felt more vulnerable than she did on his lap, her dress hiked around her waist, her panties gone, his fingers still possessively buried inside her. And right now, she realized she would do anything he asked.
I have it bad. I really have fallen for him.
But what do I mean to him? Am I just a quick and easy fuck? I couldn’t have made it any more convenient for him.
She gave a little cry as he leaped to his feet, almost dumping her on the floor. “Fix your clothes!” he barked and stepped away from her.
What the hell? She gaped but tugged down her skirt. The hem had no sooner settled above her knees when Frysta strode in.
Hands linked behind his back, the picture of cool, Stratos turned from the window to face her. “Good morning, Mother.”
She scowled. “It most certainly is not!”
Oh, god. She almost caught us. Savannah tried to appear nonchalant, but her pink panties on the stark white floor shot a jolt of alarm through her.
She kicked them under the desk. For all the good it did. His desktop was clear!
“Yesterday’s meeting was critical,” Frysta said. “If you wish to lead the company, you can’t disregard crucial business.”
“Something more urgent came up.”
“What?”
“Savannah was attacked.”
Frysta scrutinized her with a narrowed gaze. “She looks fine. When did this attack supposedly occur?”
“The night before last. She was attacked by a dorian.”
“A dorian? They were eradicated. And, again, your assistant appears fine.”
“They missed one. She was burned; fortunately, she received medical treatment right away.”
“Which doesn’t explain why you weren’t at work yesterday.”
“Savannah, would you excuse us please?” he said.
Thank god. She nodded and fled the room at a brisk walk. Palming her flaming face, she sank into her chair. My underwear is on the floor!
Maybe Frysta didn’t know what they were. Maybe Oberian women don’t wear panties. Maybe she didn’t notice.
Hot pink on stark white? Frysta would have to be blind to not have seen them.
Savannah pulled a mirror from her purse. Her lips were still red and swollen. Why didn’t I put on lipstick! A few strands had come loose from the French twist. Her hair wasn’t conspicuously messy, but she redid the twist.
This could not ever happen again.
If Frysta asked him point-blank if they were sleeping together, would he tell the truth, or would he lie?
The man was scrupulously honest, but he’d keep a personal matter private, wouldn’t he?
She wished she had a better idea what he would say, but not for anything in the world would she wish to be in that room.