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He reached out, taking the fabric of the dress. His fingers brushed over my skin, sending a little sizzle to my girly parts. I hadn’t felt anything like that in a long time. Not since Paul, that lying bastard.
When the pin was in, he stood up, standing very close to me. Probably closer than was appropriate, but I didn’t care because he looked at me in a way that made my breath stall in my chest for a moment.
"Are you all right now?" he asked.
Holy hell, I wanted to jump my boss. Up close like this, I felt a pull to him.
He lifted his hand, pushing my hair back from my face, the tips of his fingers brushing over my cheek.
My breath hitched at his touch and the way he looked at me. Was he feeling this moment too? The world fell away. All the betrayal and sadness. All the hurt and loss. For the first time since I learned Paul cheated on me, I felt something that wasn’t soul-crushing. That had to be why I leaned into him and kissed him.
The minute our lips met, panic slid through me as I knew it was wrong and I’d likely be fired. I started to pull back and beg for him not to fire me, only I couldn’t pull away. His hands gripped my hips and his mouth opened to devour mine.
Ah ... okay. This was still wrong, but as his hands roamed over my body, making me feel seen and wanted, I gave into it. Chances were he didn’t know who I was, anyway. He hadn’t said my name. He ran a huge corporation with many businesses. What were the chances he remembered the lowly marketing person for the hockey team he no longer focused on?
Neither of us said a word, maybe because it would break the spell. Instead, lips fused and hands sought skin. He let out a frustrated growl and sank to his knees again as his hands pushed up my dress.
His hands slid up my thighs. “Sexy,” he murmured. His fingers slid under the waistband of my panties and drew them down.
Was I going to do this? His finger slid along my folds. Yes, I was going to do this. I leaned back against the door, knowing I’d sink into a heap without the support.
He drew his tongue where his finger had just been, making anmmmsound.
I gasped as pleasure shot out. I was going to embarrass myself by coming quickly, but I didn’t care. I wanted this. I wanted to feel good. A warning in the back of my head tried to pull me back to good sense, but I turned it off.
Instead, I let go and let this man, my boss, do wicked things with his tongue on my pussy. Then his fingers slid inside me, finding that one perfect spot as his lips wrapped around my clit and sucked.
My orgasm blasted through me like an inferno. I rocked against his mouth and fucked his fingers, wanting it to last forever, not thinking about what would happen when it ended.
1
Todd – Two Months Later.
Istood alone in the luxurious conference room in my high-rise building in Las Vegas, looking out over the desert. Some CEOs like to march in after all members of the meeting had arrived to make a statement. They wanted everyone to know that they were the most important person, and nothing started without them.
I knew I was the most important person in my company and that no meetings would ever start without me, but I always showed up early. Showing late could suggest an inferiority complex in needing to be seen, or conceit, rubbing in that the others were peons.
But for me, making a show of walking in late indicated a disregard for the business and the people who worked there. By being early, I set the example that this business and the people who worked for me were important and were expected to treat the business as important. Someday, I'd be gone, but the business would endure. The business deserved the reverence, not me.
Then again, with my teenage son showing no interest in the business or me, I couldn't be sure the company would endure, or who would run it if it did. But I still had a few years to figure that out. I was only forty-nine, which was young in businessman years.
Today, I was meeting with all the department heads for the corporate entity, as well as the company heads for each of the companies I owned and operated. I was particularly interested in seeing the report for the Silver Nugget hockey team. I had extricated myself from the day-to-day business of the team once they won their league championship. I'd achieved my goal, checked it off the list, and now was on the hunt for a new challenge.
However, I'd purchased the team on a dare from my college roommate and still good friend, Levi Wexford. I'd been complaining about boredom, and Levi, having just read about the probable demise of a ragtag minor-league hockey team down in Henderson, bet me I couldn't take it from nothing to something in a season.
I took that bet, hiring Naomi Withers, now Jackson, to coach the team to add to the challenge.
But Naomi wasn't a token pretty face with tits to bring the fans into the stands, although it didn't hurt. She had been a great hockey player in her own right until her early retirement. I knew she had the goods to take the team all the way. But winning a championship was only part of the bet. All the money invested in the team needed to be recouped and then some. Between Levi and me, the ultimate measure of success was money.
Even though I didn't have the final numbers yet, I had already moved on from the project, and boredom was sinking in again. So far, I hadn’t found anything to pique my interest. Boredom was my natural state, and nothing seemed to elevate me out of it except for these occasional high-risk projects.
The only exception was at Naomi and Pierce's wedding, when my normally cool and aloof marketing director for the hockey team became a passionate, fiery woman. I had already noted that she was a woman who stirred something inside me, but at the wedding, she took me from zero to one hundred with a single kiss. I wasn't ever a womanizer, but I'd been with my share of women, and none of them had lit me up from the inside out and given me an orgasm that made me forget my name like she had.
The image of the sweetest, sexiest pussy I’d ever encountered flashed in my mind. I could still taste the juice from her orgasm. It had driven me mad. Before she could come down, I’d maneuvered her to the desk and stripped her bare, needing to see her body.
Her perfect, round tits and the way the nipples had hardened in my mouth came back to me. The memory of the way her pussy tightened around my cock when I, in a wild frenzy, plunged into her had me shifting to adjust my cock swelling in my slacks.
Jesus, I’d never had a sexual encounter like that before.
