between us, where my sundress had ridden up
around my waist and didn’t hesitate as he slid my panties to the side and slid
two fingers into me, my body already wet and pulsing in frenzied anticipation.
I was going to go fast.
I moaned, unable to stop the tremors coursing
through my body as his hand moved, curling and stroking inside me. We were no
longer kissing, and his head lay buried in my neck, his breath hot against my
skin. All too quickly, I felt my body tense and then explode, my legs
tightening around him as I came against his hand. Nathan swallowed my scream
with his mouth as he withdrew his hand and slid both palms around inside my
panties and squeezed my bare ass. He continued to kiss me, softly, gently
nipping as my orgasm faded and my legs unlocked and fell limply to the floor.
He pulled my head to him and I buried my face
in his chest, smelling sweat, aftershave and that distinct smell that is all
male. His heart thudded rapidly and loudly against my cheek as I stood there,
suddenly overwhelmed with the magnitude of what had just happened.
What am I doing?
My heart was pounding so loudly it was a
miracle I heard anything over it, but voices on the stairwell interrupted the moment,
and Nathan quickly straightened up and away from me. He stared at me without
speaking a few seconds, and then leaned down and whispered in my ear. “Until
next time.” He kissed my cheek and turned to walk away just as another couple
appeared in the hall, clearly looking for a room to fuck in, given the fact
that he was carrying her on his back and she had her tongue in his ear and her
hands down the front of his shirt. Grateful they appeared entirely focused on
getting in each other’s pants and not me, I took the opportunity to make a
quick exit and ran on shaky legs downstairs and back outside.
My thoughts scrambled to find focus as I
grabbed a drink from first waiter that passed. Gulping the contents down, the
alcohol burned its way to the pit of my stomach as I hastily scanned the crowd
for Brooke. I had no idea what I was going to say to her once I found her,
and knew I needed to calm the hell down before I did, but seriously? I had
just been thoroughly finger fucked by Nathan Preston.
Against a wall, in a hallway, no less.
It seemed surreal. As if it hadn’t
happened. Yet, the tenderness and slight ache between my thighs proved
otherwise.
I reached a hand to my cheek in a panic. Did
I have whisker burn? Were my lips swollen? Dear God, what about my hair? The
last thing I wanted was for Brooke to suspect anything, yet here I was walking
around in a daze and probably looking like I’d just rolled out of my lover’s
bed after a three-day romp. Clearly, I wasn’t thinking.
Obviously, I couldn’t allow it to happen
again. I had been employed at Elite for three days. Hopping into bed with him
would be career suicide. I wasn’t completely naïve to the ways of the world.
This wasn’t high school. This wasn’t a booty call with the quarterback, or
some random one night stand picked up from the bar. This was Nathan, the CEO’s
son, rich, handsome, and who could undoubtedly have his pick of women at any
given time. This was me, trying to make a go of it on my own in the ‘big
world’. I had probably caught his attention because I was new. I definitely
didn’t want my life under a corporate microscope simply because my panties
dropped the first time a Wall Street suit smiled my way.
I needed to get myself and this obvious
attraction to Nathan under control. I downed my drink, and smoothed my hair as
I mentally resolved that the last ten minutes of my life, no matter how
delicious, could never be repeated.
“Reagan, there you are; I’ve been looking for
you,” Brooke called from behind me, as I whipped around, thankful to finally
see her.
“You have? I’ve been right here,” I said
realizing my voice was an octave higher than it
around my waist and didn’t hesitate as he slid my panties to the side and slid
two fingers into me, my body already wet and pulsing in frenzied anticipation.
I was going to go fast.
I moaned, unable to stop the tremors coursing
through my body as his hand moved, curling and stroking inside me. We were no
longer kissing, and his head lay buried in my neck, his breath hot against my
skin. All too quickly, I felt my body tense and then explode, my legs
tightening around him as I came against his hand. Nathan swallowed my scream
with his mouth as he withdrew his hand and slid both palms around inside my
panties and squeezed my bare ass. He continued to kiss me, softly, gently
nipping as my orgasm faded and my legs unlocked and fell limply to the floor.
He pulled my head to him and I buried my face
in his chest, smelling sweat, aftershave and that distinct smell that is all
male. His heart thudded rapidly and loudly against my cheek as I stood there,
suddenly overwhelmed with the magnitude of what had just happened.
What am I doing?
My heart was pounding so loudly it was a
miracle I heard anything over it, but voices on the stairwell interrupted the moment,
and Nathan quickly straightened up and away from me. He stared at me without
speaking a few seconds, and then leaned down and whispered in my ear. “Until
next time.” He kissed my cheek and turned to walk away just as another couple
appeared in the hall, clearly looking for a room to fuck in, given the fact
that he was carrying her on his back and she had her tongue in his ear and her
hands down the front of his shirt. Grateful they appeared entirely focused on
getting in each other’s pants and not me, I took the opportunity to make a
quick exit and ran on shaky legs downstairs and back outside.
My thoughts scrambled to find focus as I
grabbed a drink from first waiter that passed. Gulping the contents down, the
alcohol burned its way to the pit of my stomach as I hastily scanned the crowd
for Brooke. I had no idea what I was going to say to her once I found her,
and knew I needed to calm the hell down before I did, but seriously? I had
just been thoroughly finger fucked by Nathan Preston.
Against a wall, in a hallway, no less.
It seemed surreal. As if it hadn’t
happened. Yet, the tenderness and slight ache between my thighs proved
otherwise.
I reached a hand to my cheek in a panic. Did
I have whisker burn? Were my lips swollen? Dear God, what about my hair? The
last thing I wanted was for Brooke to suspect anything, yet here I was walking
around in a daze and probably looking like I’d just rolled out of my lover’s
bed after a three-day romp. Clearly, I wasn’t thinking.
Obviously, I couldn’t allow it to happen
again. I had been employed at Elite for three days. Hopping into bed with him
would be career suicide. I wasn’t completely naïve to the ways of the world.
This wasn’t high school. This wasn’t a booty call with the quarterback, or
some random one night stand picked up from the bar. This was Nathan, the CEO’s
son, rich, handsome, and who could undoubtedly have his pick of women at any
given time. This was me, trying to make a go of it on my own in the ‘big
world’. I had probably caught his attention because I was new. I definitely
didn’t want my life under a corporate microscope simply because my panties
dropped the first time a Wall Street suit smiled my way.
I needed to get myself and this obvious
attraction to Nathan under control. I downed my drink, and smoothed my hair as
I mentally resolved that the last ten minutes of my life, no matter how
delicious, could never be repeated.
“Reagan, there you are; I’ve been looking for
you,” Brooke called from behind me, as I whipped around, thankful to finally
see her.
“You have? I’ve been right here,” I said
realizing my voice was an octave higher than it
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