please.” She’d beg, plead, anything he wanted.
“You can come on the count of ten. But don’t come until then, or I won’t let you come at all. Do it exactly when I say.”
Making her wait for his command brought him right into the room with her. With her eyes closed, she could almost feel him kneeling on the floor beside the sofa, sweet warm breath on her, the light touch of a finger along her arm. He was there .
He counted. She moaned. He hit number five. She thought she’d die. Crazy little noises welled up in her throat. Colors swirled behind her closed lids.
“Nine . . . ten . . . now. Come now or I won’t let you at all.”
She cried out, long, wild, everything inside bursting free, careening off. She cried out for him, for herself, the sound of her voice in total abandon almost as good as the deepness of his in her ear. Nothing. Ever. Never. Not like this.
Then she hiccupped, laughed with the slightest edge of hysteria, and murmured, “Oh my God.”
And the Bluetooth went dead.
HIS cock surged in his pants, and if he’d been alone, he’d have climaxed in two seconds flat with one pass of his hand.
Sitting in his office, the door closed, talking a gorgeous woman through an orgasm, it was the hottest damn thing he’d ever done. Telling her what to do was so immediate, making him a part of her action. His cock was an aching rock in his pants, but he hadn’t felt this damn exhilarated, this alive in so many years, it was frightening to count them.
He knew without a doubt that she’d call back. He had something she wanted. Perhaps because she was “recently” divorced, or because she’d never stepped out of her safe, secure vanilla world. He had the sense to realize she’d never done anything remotely like opening her door to a stranger who wanted to watch her. Yet now that she’d had a taste of the wild side, she’d have to have more. So did he. He wanted to unearth every naughty desire, taste it, touch it, explore it, feel alive with it. This would be so damn good for both of them.
He was still hard as a metal spike, even a bit dazed. Outside his office window, Ron Rudd raised his arm and tapped his wrist-watch, reminding him of the meeting. A second later his CEO opened the office door without knocking.
Well, hell, there went a pleasant buzz. Scott straightened, slid closer to the desk and rested on his elbows. “I’ll be there in a couple, Ron.” As soon as he got control of his cock.
“I was taking a look at the prelims.” Rudd stroked the top of his bald head.
The man never should have shaved off the rest of his hair. A year younger than Scott, he’d had a large bald spot. Now, his head resembled an egg. “Egghead” was not a reputable nickname for the CEO of Millennium Robotics, yet Scott had heard it bandied about in the halls.
“They aren’t preliminary numbers. They’re close to final.” They had to go through audit, and these days all bets were off on what could change, but in Scott’s mind, they were solid.
Rudd’s lips twitched, and he drew in a deep breath of air. “You realize our jobs are on the line with numbers like that.”
Rudd’s very well could be. His decision making in the two years since he’d become CEO had, in a word, sucked.
Leaning both fists on the desk, Rudd homed in, his chin jutting. “You’ve got to find something, Scott. In my opinion, we’re way over-reserved. ”
“The reserves analysis proved out.” There wasn’t much room for pickup there considering last year’s disastrous product release. “We haven’t paid the piper on the Millennium 4 yet.”
“The M4 is done.” Rudd knocked the desk. “Get rid of the reserve. Do whatever you have to, I want some improvement.”
Scott rose. He didn’t use his height to intimidate, but he’d make damn sure Rudd
“You can come on the count of ten. But don’t come until then, or I won’t let you come at all. Do it exactly when I say.”
Making her wait for his command brought him right into the room with her. With her eyes closed, she could almost feel him kneeling on the floor beside the sofa, sweet warm breath on her, the light touch of a finger along her arm. He was there .
He counted. She moaned. He hit number five. She thought she’d die. Crazy little noises welled up in her throat. Colors swirled behind her closed lids.
“Nine . . . ten . . . now. Come now or I won’t let you at all.”
She cried out, long, wild, everything inside bursting free, careening off. She cried out for him, for herself, the sound of her voice in total abandon almost as good as the deepness of his in her ear. Nothing. Ever. Never. Not like this.
Then she hiccupped, laughed with the slightest edge of hysteria, and murmured, “Oh my God.”
And the Bluetooth went dead.
HIS cock surged in his pants, and if he’d been alone, he’d have climaxed in two seconds flat with one pass of his hand.
Sitting in his office, the door closed, talking a gorgeous woman through an orgasm, it was the hottest damn thing he’d ever done. Telling her what to do was so immediate, making him a part of her action. His cock was an aching rock in his pants, but he hadn’t felt this damn exhilarated, this alive in so many years, it was frightening to count them.
He knew without a doubt that she’d call back. He had something she wanted. Perhaps because she was “recently” divorced, or because she’d never stepped out of her safe, secure vanilla world. He had the sense to realize she’d never done anything remotely like opening her door to a stranger who wanted to watch her. Yet now that she’d had a taste of the wild side, she’d have to have more. So did he. He wanted to unearth every naughty desire, taste it, touch it, explore it, feel alive with it. This would be so damn good for both of them.
He was still hard as a metal spike, even a bit dazed. Outside his office window, Ron Rudd raised his arm and tapped his wrist-watch, reminding him of the meeting. A second later his CEO opened the office door without knocking.
Well, hell, there went a pleasant buzz. Scott straightened, slid closer to the desk and rested on his elbows. “I’ll be there in a couple, Ron.” As soon as he got control of his cock.
“I was taking a look at the prelims.” Rudd stroked the top of his bald head.
The man never should have shaved off the rest of his hair. A year younger than Scott, he’d had a large bald spot. Now, his head resembled an egg. “Egghead” was not a reputable nickname for the CEO of Millennium Robotics, yet Scott had heard it bandied about in the halls.
“They aren’t preliminary numbers. They’re close to final.” They had to go through audit, and these days all bets were off on what could change, but in Scott’s mind, they were solid.
Rudd’s lips twitched, and he drew in a deep breath of air. “You realize our jobs are on the line with numbers like that.”
Rudd’s very well could be. His decision making in the two years since he’d become CEO had, in a word, sucked.
Leaning both fists on the desk, Rudd homed in, his chin jutting. “You’ve got to find something, Scott. In my opinion, we’re way over-reserved. ”
“The reserves analysis proved out.” There wasn’t much room for pickup there considering last year’s disastrous product release. “We haven’t paid the piper on the Millennium 4 yet.”
“The M4 is done.” Rudd knocked the desk. “Get rid of the reserve. Do whatever you have to, I want some improvement.”
Scott rose. He didn’t use his height to intimidate, but he’d make damn sure Rudd
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