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“Thank you,” I said, standing behind my new desk as I watched him leave the room. I pulled the card from the flowers, and was unsurprised to find they were from Oliver.
I choose you.—Oliver
I dropped into the chair behind the desk and turned, staring out the window as I tried to sort through the wild thoughts flinging around inside my mind.
I let the blue expanse of the sky calm me a bit, and leaned back, working to accept that I’d earned this. Maybe it had come down a different path than I’d expected it to, maybe it had happened a little faster, but I’d still earned it. I pushed down the guilt that was threatening to ruin what should be a major achievement in my life.
“Hello, Director.” Oliver’s deep voice came from the doorway and sent my skin tingling as a warmth washed over me, unbidden. I took a deep breath and turned in my chair to face him, steeling myself.
He stood in the doorway, his broad shoulders filling it completely. With just one foot over the threshold into my office, he dominated the space, making me feel like I was visitinghimhere instead of the other way around. I realized he commanded every room he walked into. Especially dressed as he was today, in the tie and dress shirt, his hair perfectly messy and a light stubble covering that grave jaw. His shirt was rolled up the thickly corded forearms. I pushed down a flush of heat and took a deep breath.
“I’m not sure what to think aboutthis,” I said.
He stepped in and closed the door behind him.
“I can tell you exactly what to think.”
“Of course you can.” I raised an eyebrow. Only someone as arrogant as Oliver would believe it was okay to tell people what to think.
He ignored me, twisting the lock on the door handle and striding to stand before my new desk. “You should think that you worked your ass off, devising the biggest technology modification to an existing Cody Tech device ever, and that your analytic chops make you a perfect fit for this position.”
“I don’t want a promotion because I happen toknowthe CEO.” I put emphasis on the word “know,” though he certainly knew what I meant even without it.
“You’re the one who made me realize this position is necessary. I created the position and appointed the best person to fill it.” He gave me a frank look, those dark eyes pinning me into the leather chair as he leaned over the desk. “Doing what makes sense for this company is the definition of my job as CEO. It has nothing to do with what goes on between us outside of work.”
I had a hard time believing him, but his eyes suggested it wouldn’t be wise to argue. His face was inscrutable as he straightened and came around the desk, reaching out a hand for mine and pulling me to my feet. He slipped an arm around my waist and turned me to face the view I’d been admiring before he’d come in. Oliver pulled me tightly against his side, the sheer heat and size of him threatening to reduce me to steam, and then he leaned his head down andsaid in a low growl, “You earned this. Don’t think for one second you didn’t.”
His breath hit the side of my neck, sending shivers through me, and before I could compose myself, he followed his words with his mouth. His soft lips touched my earlobe, and his teeth nipped it roughly, sending sparks of pain and arousal through me. My mind flashed a warning that too much had happened already, that we were at work, that this was wrong. But my traitorous body responded very differently, my nipples hardening against the fabric of my shirt and my breath escaping on a tiny moan.
That was all the encouragement Oliver needed. His hand cupped my breast as he moved his big body in front of me, pressing my ass against the edge of my desk as he dropped his head to the other side of my neck. He nipped and sucked the tender skin beneath my ear, leaving a trail of ecstasy down my throat and across to the hollow of my collarbone.
My head dropped back, exposing my neck to him, and my breath was coming fast as I pushed myself shamelessly against the iron-hard erection I felt at my hip.
Oliver’s mouth found mine as his hand gripped the back of my head, pulling me to him. His lips crushed mine, his tongue demanding entry and sliding against my own. I felt myself respond, pulling him deeper into my mouth hungrily as my arms twined around his neck. His finger and thumb pinched my nipple through my shirt, and then with a growl, he released me and deftly swept my shirt over my head, unfastened my bra and dropped his mouth to the nipple his hand had just left. His other hand dropped from behindmy head, found the curve of my back and pulled me into him, so that every inch of my body was met with the hard, heated muscle of his.
It was almost impossible to speak; the sensations flooding through me were so intense. “Oliver, we shouldn’t . . . not here,” I managed, but there was no conviction in my words. The fact that I moaned them more than spoke didn’t add weight to the force of my resistance, and I had to admit I didn’t really want him to stop. I just felt like I needed to be the one to point out that standard office protocol probably prohibited this sort of employee-boss interaction during office hours. Or at all.
“You’re right,” he ground out, his mouth moving to my other breast. His arm swept down beneath my butt and a second later he was lifting me, setting me onto the edge of the desk. “This is better.” He raised his head and smiled at me, his eyes heavy with lust. And then he pushed my skirt up my thighs, tracing the skin with the rough palms of his huge hands and wrapping them around my ass, pulling me until I was perched at the brink of the big desk.
My hands moved without direction from my brain, unfastening the belt that held Oliver’s bulging erection captive inside the expensive trousers. He watched my fingers move, a low groan escaping him as I slid my hand inside his pants, palming his thickness through his briefs.
I couldn’t help the fire that blazed through me as I glowed with realization of the power I had over the most powerful man I’d ever known. The fact that I could hold him here, that I had the ability to make his mouth dropopen, to make his eyes cloud and his breath come faster—it was heady. And more than that, I hoped I had the power to make him happy. Even if he could be an arrogant ass, I’d learned enough about Oliver Cody in the past days to understand a bit about how much weight he carried on those broad shoulders and how much pain hid behind his gleaming eyes.
Oliver met my eye, and for a long moment we were frozen there, my hand stroking him through the soft fabric of his briefs. A faint smile crossed his lips, and then he reached down and pushed his pants to his knees, freeing himself.
His erection stood at full mast before me. I wrapped my hand around the shaft and leaned down to dart my tongue out to trace the underside of the tip. I lowered myself onto the leather chair so my mouth was level with his cock, my eyes fastened on Oliver’s. His eyebrows rose as I licked him, and when I wrapped my lips around the head and sucked, a groan escaped his lips and his hands flew to bury themselves in my hair.
Feeling heady with the power I had in that moment, I experimented eagerly, licking and sucking, taking Oliver as far back into my mouth as I could. He cursed under his breath, encouraging me, and when I took him in so far he hit the back of my throat and I swallowed against him, he uttered a long, low curse and then pulled himself out of my tongue’s reach.
“One day soon I’m going to let you finish me that way,” he promised, his face flushed and his voice a rasp. “But right now I want to be inside you.” He duckedto remove a condom from his wallet and rose again, his eyes on me as he ripped open the foil.
I slipped the packet from his fingers and gave the tip of his head one more solid lick for good measure before rolling the condom down the length of him, my insides burning with anticipation.
“You’re killing me,” he moaned, his voice like gravel grinding against every nerve in my body. I felt like a live wire, as if there was an energy pooling deep and low inside me that had to be released.
Oliver reached down, sliding a palm up the inside of my thigh, his fingers dancing lightly over the fabric of my panties, teasing and gentle, and then increasing the pressure until his fingertips were a steady pulse on my clitoris. I gasped and heard myself whimper as I shimmied around, trying to simultaneously press myself closer to him and escape the intensity.
I had the sensation that my entire body might actually explode if something didn’t happen soon, and though I was beyond words, my body instinctively knew what it needed. Oliver lifted me up then, and I wrapped my legs around him as my eyes glazed at the sight of his bulging muscles, straining against the fabric of his shirt as he lifted me like a feather onto his cock.
