Executive Positions by KyAnn Waters
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental. Executive Positions COPYRIGHT 2009 by KyAnn Waters All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission of the author or The Wild Rose Press except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews. Contact Information:
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Dedication For Sean.
PRAISE FOR AUTHOR KyAnn Waters “KyAnn Waters never fails to thrill me with her storylines and the warmhearted way she presents each and every hero and heroine she brings to life through her writing.” ~Chrissy Dionne, Romance Junkies DELICIOUS DARKNESS “Author KyAnn Waters definitely has proven to be a writer to keep an eye on in future.” ~Annie, The Romance Studio “A magical, spiritual experience, KyAnn Waters has written a story that is both sexy and tender.” ~Aster, Whipped Cream Reviews THE COUGAR MEETS HER MASTER “The Cougar Meets Her Master by KyAnn Waters is a great story for readers wanting to experiment with D/s.” ~Victoria, Two Lips Reviews HOT BLOODED “The one thing I look for in a vampire romance is a good bite scene and KyAnn Waters knows how to deliver the goods.” ~Xeranth, Whipped Cream Reviews “This short story is a page-turner that will entice and ignite your blood from the very first page.” ~Heather, Night Owl Romance
Executive Positions Damn, his movements were deliberate and sexy. He stalked toward her with the determination of a predator, stealing the air from her lungs. “It’s a pleasure to see you again.” His heated baritone was a mixture of confidence and raw sexuality. “Welcome home and welcome aboard.” Avril Blanco extended her hand as a slow tentative smile found her lips. “Thank you.” The newest addition to the William Carver advertising firm grasped her hand, and the fine hairs on her arm tingled. He didn’t shake it, but held her gently with his long fingers, his thumb grazing the tender flesh on the top of her hand with a deliberate stroke. She tried not to divulge the clamoring desires rioting through her, but seductive awareness fluttered in her chest and made her nipples tighten. His intense stare locked on her face, and she melted—just a little. To reveal to him he had a profound physical and sexual affect on the state of her panties would be tantamount to professional suicide. After all, Ian Carver was the boss’s son. Over the years, he’d spent time in the office learning the business from his father. She’d known one day she’d work with him—thoughts of screwing him were out of the question. “Ms. Blanco, we’ll be working together.” Yes, she was well aware of that—was well aware of him. She smiled, keeping her professional demeanor in place when all she really wanted to do was ask him to talk dirty to her with that voice, deep 1
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yet smooth like aged brandy. “You can call me Avril.” She tipped her champagne flute to him in a toast then sipped. “But as your father said, tonight is a celebration, so no discussions of work.” However, that was probably the only safe subject considering the directions her thoughts were taking her. She’d been half in love with Ian for four years. To make that known now would have her looking for a new job, and she was just getting used to her executive office. Ian hitched a hip against the conference table. His olive-toned suit coat parted, giving her a glimpse of his muscular, linen-covered chest. He sipped his champagne, and his Adam’s apple bobbed. “I like that idea.” He gave her one of those smiles that warmed her and weakened her knees. A dimple creased his left cheek through his five o’clock shadow. “We’re finally going to be able to get to know each other better.” That was not a good idea. She didn’t need to know anything more about Ian Carver. She already liked too much about him. Not only was he smart and successful, the man was gorgeous. Straight, sinful black hair hung over his brow and brushed the collar of his shirt at his nape. A glance from his penetrating gray eyes, fringed with black lashes, unnerved her. Intimidating stature with broad shoulders, but he was oh-so-sexy in his designer clothes. He stood at more than six feet tall—all tantalizing sinew and charm. God, he didn’t just look good, he fired her pheromones with his masculine scent. Inhaling deeply, she caught a whiff of his spice and musk cologne and her tummy swooped. Avril mentally groaned and took a small step back, giving her the distance she desperately needed to maintain her professional composure. “Believe 2
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me. We’ll get to know each other well when we start the new campaign for Noble Cosmetics.” “I’m counting on it.” A reply hovered on her lips, but when his piercing stare locked on hers, she momentarily forgot...everything. This was why she had avoided him as much as possible. He was far too tempting. Too dangerous for her professional career even though his sexual magnetism screamed to her. It was time for the businesswoman to tell her inner sex kitten to quell the purr before she found herself jobless. “I’ve been over your initial ideas for Dark Desires.” A nervous chuckle escaped her lips. The way the words slid off his tongue, she’d almost believe he wasn’t talking about the new fragrance line. Tamping down her responses, she tilted her head to the side and smiled, trying to pretend her nipples weren’t stiff and poking against her blouse and that moisture hadn’t dampened her panties. “Excellent. We’ll get started on Monday.” “I particularly liked the layout with the nude couple. Hot, daring, sexy.” His expression darkened and her breath caught. “Yes, I thought the tone was dangerous, forbidden.” What in the hell was she doing? Flirting, damn it, just as they always did. And Ian Carver was completely out of the realm of possibilities. While handsome, young, probably hung like a stallion and fucked like one too, he was the most doable man she’d known in a long time, and he was decidedly not doable. Yet, each time he stopped into WC, he made a point to drop by her office. Initially she’d shrugged off his flirtation as mild interest at best. But he’d persisted. He’d even offered to take her out for drinks after work. Each time she’d graciously 3
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refused. Situations such as tonight made it hard to continue to say no. Outside the high-rise building, the sky was pale gray, yet growing darker with heavy clouds rolling in from the west. The office party was just getting started. Within a few hours, snow would be falling and the personnel of William Carver would be buzzing on Cristal and caviar. And she’d be a turned-on wreck. A feeling she’d need to get used to because the founder and CEO of one of the most prestigious advertising firms in Chicago was making room for his son. Bill Carver’s deteriorating health was forcing Ian to the helm. He’d served in the military and then earned his degree in advertising and business. Everyone at WC knew this day would come. The only concern was for Bill because all knew that, although Ian wasn’t quite thirty, he was gifted with the same marketing magic as his father. Avril had the added worry of her simmering attraction to Ian. Recently promoted to Director of Advertising, she hoped Ian gave her the opportunity to prove to him, as she had to his father, that she was the right woman for the executive position. Ian glanced around the room. “Not much changes in four years.” His gaze tracked down her figure, igniting small fires along the way. Heat flushed her cheeks, settled in her breast, and pooled in her pussy. She shifted her stance only to rasp wet panties against her swollen clitoris. God, she needed laid, but not with anyone from the office. Not with the man causing her discomfort. Avril had worked for WC for nearly five years and had met Ian her first year with the company. Back then, she’d still been an associate. He’d always flirted, but she suspected that was because he knew the impact he had on women. He also affected most 4
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men of the alternative persuasion. “It isn’t as if you haven’t been around.” “True.” He pointed to Jack Raines, leaned close to Avril, and whispered, “So how did Jack react when you were promoted to director?” She couldn’t stop a grin from curling her lips. Jack was an ass, but she wouldn’t say that around the office. Avril was too smart to risk her career by baiting the likes of Jack Raines. “He didn’t say much.” She cocked an eyebrow. “At least not to my face. I hadn’t been at all sure the decision would go my way. Someone had my back because Jack was fierce competition and we were both qualified for the position.” “You never needed anyone to watch your back.” He winked. “The list was short, and you’ve always been my choice.” She sipped her champagne and wondered if the alcohol had gone straight to her head. Rather than watch her back, she’d rather have his eyes on her ass. As for positions, she could think of several she’d choose. Evidently, she wasn’t smart enough not to screw her boss. “If you’ll excuse me,” she said, needing to get away from him before she jumped his bones on the conference room table. She set her glass down and weaved her way through the crowded room, greeting a few colleagues along the way. With each step, her heart pounded to the beat of forbidden impulses. Slow and steady, over the last four years, the sexual tension between her and Ian had built. In the past, she’d easily been able to dismiss her attraction because their association was limited. That was no longer the situation. One of them needed to step back. Might as well be her, she was older, not by much, but didn’t that imply more experience? She should know better even if he didn’t. 5
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Walking down the corridor, Avril smiled at a woman she recognized from the accounting office. Three steps and she entered the restrooms. Her high heels clicked as she crossed to the marble counter. Staring into the mirror, she meshed her full lips together and refreshed her lipstick. Ian Carver was young, devilishly handsome, and destined for greatness. Still climbing the corporate ladder, she could hardly be considered unattractive or old. At thirty-three, she was one of the youngest employees to hold an executive position in the firm— that changed now that Ian had come aboard. Some might say her hourglass figure and long legs took her to the top. They’d be wrong. That said, she also didn’t hide her assets. Her Spanish father had married his Scandinavian sweetheart. Avril took her father’s bronzed complexion and dark, wavy hair. Because of her mother, she had almond-shaped, bright blue eyes. With a sigh, she fluffed her shoulder length bob, and blinked at her reflection. She couldn’t go back to the party. Impossible thoughts whirled in her mind. Lust coiled in her gut, and her nipples stung. Until she discovered a new tactic to deal with the unthinkable, it was best to avoid temptation altogether. In the throngs of people, she wouldn’t be missed. Except perhaps by Ian because she had no doubt he was as sexually aware of her as she was of him. Avril cracked the bathroom door and peered down the hall. Then she made her way to the end of the corridor to the executive offices. As Director of Advertising, she reported directly to Bill. Three administrative assistant desks separated the foyer area. Bill’s office was straight ahead, Ian’s name was already on the door to the left. Avril grasped the handle on the right and stepped into her darkened 6
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office. Leaning against the closed door, she faced the floor-to-ceiling windows behind her desk. Snow fell softly, dancing in the glow of the twinkling city lights. Walking forward, she stepped around the silhouette of the overstuffed leather chairs then behind a large mahogany desk. She crossed her arms in front of her and rubbed away a chill. Thirty stories below, normal brisk downtown traffic slowed to a crawl on the snow-whitened streets. She rested her forehead against the cool glass. Still, her heated skin burned. For Ian. Damn, how was she going to work with him when she really wanted to take him to bed? Even here in her office, his scent lingered in her mind. Trailing her fingers over the swell of her breasts, she touched the first button of her blouse and slipped it through the slit. Then a second...a third. Cold air stiffened her nipples. Snow continued to fall. Only her heavy breaths filled the silence of the office. She parted her blouse and placed her hand on the flat of her stomach. Muscles quivered. She thought of Ian’s long fingers, inching lower. A rush of cream drenched her panties. The quickening of tension, the tightening of her muscles revealed just how deep her need. A leather chair creaked and her hand stilled. Oh hell, someone was in her office. Ian. Anticipation followed and amplified her unease. Her heart thundered, almost painful in intensity, and jumped into her throat as her eyelids slid closed. Inhaling deeply, she tried to slow the frantic rhythm of her pulse. The rustle of clothing and the tread of his step on the carpet revealed his approach. Her mouth was suddenly dry. She licked her lips and swallowed, but it didn’t help. Pursing them, she released a long 7
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steadying exhale. Skin was the only thing keeping her together. Nerves sizzled and snapped. Oh hell, she was in trouble now. “What are you doing in here?” Her breath clouded the glass. His warmed her neck. “Looking for you.” His touch was light, almost elusive as he smoothed her hair to the side. “You shouldn’t be here.” A subtle kiss to the back of her neck aroused her further, and she whimpered. “Close your eyes, Avril. No one is here. I’m not here.” His mouth opened, and his hot slick tongue flicked against her ear. Moving closer, he aligned their bodies. Placing his warm hands on her shoulders, he positioned her, nestling the rigid length of his cock in the cleft of her ass. Unable to stop, she arched and he pressed closer. “You feel very real.” Incredible actually and completely forbidden. “Shh,” he whispered. “And don’t move.” “I suppose I have to do what you say now that you’re the boss.” She dropped her head back, giving him more of her neck to nibble and suck. “Bill is still the boss.” His strong fingers gripped her firmly. “By all means, move if you feel so inclined. In fact, I want you to. Wiggle and squirm against my dick. I’m so hard I hurt. The anticipation of touching you has nearly killed me. And I swear to God, if you tell me you aren’t interested, I’m going to prove you wrong.” He ground his cock firmly against her. “Whether I’m interested or not has no relevance.” “Bullshit. The first time I saw you, I wondered how your ass would fit in my palms.” Trailing his hands over her shoulders, he slipped her blouse from her body, down her arms, until the gauzy fabric fluttered to the floor. “I imagined sucking on your 8
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nipples.” He cupped her breasts, the taut tips prodding into him through the lace of her bra. “Are they sensitive? Can I make you come just by tasting these sweet cherries?” He pinched the raised peaks. His dark whispers swirled and coiled in her center. “Yes,” she pleaded. “Do you want to know what else I imagined?” “I can assume the same things I have.” Denied hunger flared, turning hot. Whatever she might have tried to convince herself, she no longer wanted to fight the fierce need to be with Ian. “I can’t have a conversation with you and not envision you on your knees, taking my cock between those luscious, pouty lips and sucking me dry.” She moaned, undulating her hips into his groin. Ian caressed her. His deft fingers detailed each of her ribs. She thrust her chest forward, forcing the mounds of her breasts to spill from the demi-cup bra. Free from the lace, her nipples constricted and elongated, straining toward his touch. With a flick, he had her bra unhooked and stripped off. He leaned in, pressing her breasts against the chilled glass. A strangled sob rent the air with the sharp cold contact against her. “Spread your arms.” He linked their fingers and flattened her palms to the window. His open mouth drifted over the curve of her shoulders. Kissing, sucking, driving her mad and making her reckless. The desire in his timbre and the determination of his touch was intoxicating. She certainly hadn’t had enough champagne to make her this wild and out of control. Regardless of the consequences, she wanted this man. Now! She smiled, and her soft laugh filled the quiet space surrounding them. “I would caution you against your tone and remind you that fraternization between employees is against the 9
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company’s code of conduct.” She trembled and whispered, “But I need you, Ian. Please, touch me.” He stepped back and ran his hand along her spine, sliding around her ribs and slowing at the swell of her hips. “But I’m not here. It’s dark.” He tugged on the zipper to her skirt. She shimmied, and the material slipped over her hips, whispered down her legs, and pooled around her feet. “I’m just a voice.” “And hands.” She bit into her bottom lip. She would come—actually she hadn’t come yet. However, within a moment, if he continued to arouse her, she had no doubt she would be coming with his cock deep inside of her. “Should we be doing this?” “If I’d had my way, we’d have done this long ago. You should ask yourself why we shouldn’t.” Ian cursed as he traced the edge of her thigh-high stocking, sending a tingle along her spine. His large palms cupped her buttocks then he hooked his finger beneath the string of her thong and tugged the panties into her slit. Avril turned her head to the side, pressed her face to the window, and widened her stance. The pressure on her clit made her burn for more. Her thighs trembled, yet she was excited, energized. He wanted her and apparently would stop at nothing to have her...here in her office where she’d fantasized about him. Thank God for determined men. “Sex is going to complicate our working relationship.” She took her hand from the window and yanked down the front of her panties. Her pussy dripped with cream. She parted her plump folds with her fingers, pinching her clit between her knuckles. Ian growled and dropped to his knees, taking her panties down her thighs. Grabbing her high heel, he lifted one foot then 10
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the other and removed her panties completely. “My job is to make executive decisions. Consider this my first.” Grasping her hips, he spun her around, lifted one of her legs to his shoulder, and delved between her thighs. Avril cried out with the first rasp of his tongue. “I can only assume you’re a man who thinks on his feet—I mean knees. On the other hand, I like to explore my options.” “Point taken. It’s good to explore.” His mouth and hands seemed everywhere at once. He lashed his tongue over her outer lips, groaning as he filled his mouth with her flavor. “I’ve thought about this so many times...wanted you so much.” He slipped his stiffened tongue between her inner folds, tasted, then said, “Now that I’ve got you here, I’m not going to stop until I have you coming on my face, in my mouth.” Then his mouth was on her again, soft and gentle, and making his words her reality. She braced against the window, balanced on one leg, naked and high above the streets of Chicago. Her vision of masculine perfection was on his knees, darting his tongue into her sweetened honey and greedily feasting on her juices. City lights cast a glow upon his features— stubble-darkened jaw, nose with a slight bump on the bridge, and black feathery brows over his eyes. She couldn’t resist him. Holding steady on bended knee, he parted her swollen pussy with his thumbs and sucked on her flushed folds. She moaned and rolled her head on the glass. Each lick, suck and nibble brought her closer to a white-hot release. Sharp sensations pushed her beyond physical control. Her body flooded with pleasure. Cupping her breasts in her hands, she softly pinched the firm tips, sending a flash of pleasure to 11
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her clit. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew this day was inevitable. Their relationship, while always professional, could have been interpreted as foreplay. And as Ian’s hot tongue circled her opening and stabbed into her drenched heat, she realized she’d grossly miscalculated his power over her responses. “You feel so good.” Her body hummed with unreleased energy. A taut line linked her nipples to her clit. His deep throaty laugh caressed her with the same delicious intensity as his tongue lapped at her pussy. “I’m glad I meet with your approval. I’ve wanted you for years.” A wave of pleasure made her shudder. “And you brilliantly wait until we can break company policy.” “I’ve been trying to get you into bed. I didn’t realize I needed to fuck you in your office.” Her tummy swooped as he massaged her clit with his fingertip, stroked her, then plunged deep. “And technically, my first day will be Monday.” That sounded like a reasonable justification to her. Even if she wanted to stop, which she didn’t, she couldn’t. Coiling pressure built, then snapped as Ian’s mouth closed over her clit. Avril squeezed her eyes shut and clenched her teeth. Scorching waves of release crashed over her. She stifled a harsh groan, reached between her legs, gripped his arm, and rode her orgasm. She gasped as her heart raced and blood roared through her ears. She spiraled into a maelstrom of emotion. Higher. Higher. Oh God, she violently came apart in his mouth. Euphoric numbness stole her thoughts. Ian continued to pump his finger, then a second. He stretched and stroked her walls. Internal tremors continued to rock her pelvis into his hand. Finally, Ian eased his fingers from her contracting core and stood. Those piercing gray eyes, 12
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half-lidded and heavy with desire, stared into hers. He put his fingers in his mouth and sucked her cream. “This is my fantasy,” he whispered as she gently floated back to earth. She focused through the sensual fog of release. Every breath increased her awareness. Nerves sizzled. Deep in her center, an unquenched ache intensified. She didn’t respond to men this way. Ian was different. Over the years in the moments they’d spent together, she suspected that if she acted on her impulses, she’d experience just how good he was. Taking him by surprise, she wrapped her hand around the nape of his neck and jerked his mouth to hers. She heard his shocked inhalation. Ian responded with force. Gathering her close, he tightened his hold and thrust his tongue into her mouth. He took control of the kiss. All she could do was succumb to the rapture. His hands swept across her body, building a fire inside her. She moaned, melted, and snuggled closer. His hot velvet tongue withdrew then entered again, sliding along hers. Damn, he was better than good. Tasting her mouth, lazily twining with her tongue, he explored her. His kiss was an act of possession, as was hers. Her nude body was slick and primed and wanted more of him. Yet, Ian still wore too many clothes. She reached between them to unbuckle his belt. She fumbled with the closure of his pants, unable to get the button through the slot. Ian laughed, breaking the kiss, yet continuing to linger with his lips to hers. “Let me help.” After tugging his shirt from the waistband of his pants, he slid the buttons free. Although he wore a thin cotton undershirt, she trailed her fingers up his torso, over the ripped plane of his abdominals, reveling in the masculine 13
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contours of his chest. Ian shrugged the shirt from his broad shoulders. He jerked on the sleeves and swore when the cuffs caught on his wrists. “Fuck.” He yanked the material. Muscles in his prominent biceps bulged. The stitches ripped and the shirt came free. “I hope you aren’t always this impatient.” He stilled and narrowed his eyes. “After four years of wanting you, I’ll do my best to last.” He lifted the T-shirt up and over his head. “But if we’re rushed, no need to worry. I’ll make it up to you.” “You’re implying this is more than an isolated incident.” She wasn’t sure what to think about the future. A single encounter to satiate building urges was a long way from an office romance. Losing her job would be financially devastating but pale in comparison to losing her heart to Ian. She wanted sex, not to fall in love. “Since we’ll be working closely together, it’s good to know that we understand each other.” “Do you think that’s wise? As you say, we’ll be working closely together.” “Yes, I can see us working very late into the night.” “Working dinners,” she said. “Most likely all nighters.” “We’ll be in conflict with the first rule in business—to never mix business with pleasure.” His eyes narrowed and focused on her face. “Avril, I have faith in your abilities.” She could feel herself sinking further. Perhaps it was already too late. Clearly, she’d fallen under the spell of his allure. “You’ll discover I’m quite adept.” Avril’s hungry gaze slid over him, devouring his hard frame. A dusting of dark hair swirled around flat nipples and feathered to his defined sternum. Her gaze followed the silky ribbon of hair lower to the ridge of his erection under the fine wool of his 14
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trousers. She reached forward and touched the downy softness. His tight abdomen formed a V to his groin and quivered under her fingertips. Ian lowered the zipper, giving her a teasing glimpse of his cock. He pushed his pants and briefs past his hips. Her tummy swooped, and she fell mute at the sight of him. Thrusting from a cloud of dark hair, his rod nearly reached to his navel. Thick veins bulged in high relief against deep ruddy color and satiny texture. Just the right size to stretch and fill. Pearly essence seeped from the slit in the swollen mushroom-shaped crown. She salivated with want of a taste. Ian braced against her desk. Avril knelt and wrapped her fingers around the pulsing girth. Slow yet firm, she stroked from base to tip, hot skin slicking over the steel rod beneath. She lifted her gaze. Their eyes met and a shiver ran through her. Not apprehension, but a definite understanding that tonight would alter her future. Sensing her worry, he stoked her hair. “You’re safe with me. This is between us.” He grazed her cheek with his thumb, dispelling any concern that this was just sex. His touch could only be described as tender. Avril parted her lips and took him into her mouth. Oh shit. A puff of air caressed Ian’s sensitive skin, then her heated, wet mouth encased the tip of his dick. He tunneled his fingers into her hair, and she slid her lips lower. More of his cock eased into her warmth. A groan rolled from his chest. Gentle suction took him deeper. Tantalizing swipes of her tongue tasted over the slit, down the length, until she once again sucked him into her wicked mouth. Ian had wanted Avril since the first time he’d watched her walk down the corridors of WC. One 15
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day he knew the family business would fall to him, but he’d never wanted his executive position handed to him—never wanted his colleagues to question his merits. Therefore, he’d worked his ass off. Military reserves, top grades at the university, summer internships at WC, and part time work at a firm in Boston while he’d acquired his degree. Right now, without having worked a full day for his father, he had more experience than many in the company. Because his last name was Carver, he’d have to prove he wasn’t riding his father’s coattails. Having Avril’s approval was just as important. Fucking her at the first opportunity probably wasn’t the best course of action. But then he’d never been known to play it safe. He was a risk taker, and he was taking her. Just as she was taking him...into her mouth again. Avril’s tongue curled around the head of his cock, and she moaned. “You taste good.” A shiver raced down his spine into his testicles and sent pulsing heat through his shaft. Then again, this might possibly be the best decision he’d ever made, and both he and Avril would just have to deal with any potential fallout. Avril pumped her hand, her fist meeting her mouth in the middle. Ian’s balls drew up close to his body. She aroused him to the point that he desperately wanted to come, but not like this. And as much as he wanted to take her to the floor and fuck her until she screamed, he also wanted to show her that she didn’t just affect his body. She’d found a way into his heart, his soul. Over the last four years, he hadn’t been able to get her out of his head. Grasping her shoulders, he eased her back, and she released him. “Ian,” she said on a breathy pant, eyes cloudy with desire. 16
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He’d wanted to hear his name on her sweet lips as much as he wanted to feel her writhing beneath him with her thighs spread while he sank into her warmth. Just the thought had him hardening to the point of desperation. He wanted this woman— period. Ian toed off his wingtips, stripped off his pants and socks. “Condom,” she said. “Covered.” He found his pants and grabbed his wallet from his pocket. “Just like a boy scout, always prepared.” She giggled and took the condom from his fingers. She tore the package, fit the ring to the tip of his dick, and slowly rolled the rubber down his length. “Hurry.” Before he lost control. He clenched his teeth and endured the sweet torture of her fingers on his shaft. Savage intensity twisted in his gut. She was his. He pushed her blotter forward and cleared her desk, sending contents crashing to the floor. Ian lifted Avril, spun around and backed her onto the desk. Long, toned legs wrapped around his hips, and she rubbed the length of his shaft against her dewy pussy. Knotting a hand in her hair, he pulled her lips to his. At the same time, he slid full hilt into her tight, heated sheath. She cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders as he invaded her body. Ian captured her open mouth. He groaned, sinking deeper into her warm, wet kiss while his body stilled, allowing her to adjust to his size. Then he reared back and plunged again. Locking her ankles behind his back, she arched her pelvis. He pushed deeper, pleasure surging through his veins. His hips jerked. Each move he made she countered with one of her own—an ebb and flow of desire growing stronger. Sweat trickled 17
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down his chest while her nails clawed at his back. His breath thickened, lust becoming something more, becoming love, while buried balls deep in her body. Muscles tightened, and his lungs labored for breath. Riding her hard, he drove in until the crown of his cock crashed against her womb. Then he pulled all the way out before thrusting in again. Rather than tiring, each plunge into her slick pussy filled him with energy. “I’m coming.” She moved her hands and clutched the edge of the desk. Cream coated his shaft as her walls quivered around him. “Yes. Yes. Yes!” Spasms racked her body. He snarled, then his jaw clenched. Wrapping his hand under her thigh, he lifted one smooth leg higher and gave himself deeper penetration. He growled, sliding in and out of her heated passage. Her half-lidded eyes clouded with the haze of orgasm. Lips slightly parted, gasping for breath, she came again. Mewling sounds slipped from her lips as juices gushed from her channel. Ian increased his tempo. Roaring blood thundered in his head. Faster. Deeper. The sound of their wet bodies slapping together pushed him harder. He pounded into her, milking her orgasm, and then he tensed, every muscle reaching for release. Fire blazed through his shaft. His balls tightened. He gripped her firmly, lifting her off the desk, and erupted. He felt each pulsing jet of cum shooting through his cock. Holy shit! His ribs ached from the pressure in his chest. He gulped in air, trying to slow his galloping heart. As if he’d run a marathon, endorphins numbed his mind. She’d made him high—and not just with sex. His arms slackened, and he slipped from her body. After removing the condom, he dropped it into the garbage. 18
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“I can’t move.” She braced her hands on the desk beneath her, and her head lolled to the side. A soft smile curved her mouth. “Then I’ll guess I’ll just have to dress you.” He touched the base of her lamp, filling the area around the desk with soft light. He kissed a path across her tummy, traced the rim of her bellybutton with his tongue. Then he straightened, cupped her buttocks, squeezed the luscious globes, and lifted her. “Do you suppose anyone has noticed our absence?” She wrapped her arms around his neck. He touched his tongue to the shell of her ear, tasting the salty sweetness of physical exertion and sex. “Do you care?” He sat in a chair, keeping her in his arms. “Because I’d like to stay in here.” She sat sideways on his lap. The firm contours of her buttocks perfectly fit into his groin. His erection began to stiffen between them. She combed her nails through the hair over his ears. “I do care.” Lowering her hands to his shoulders, she leaned back, putting space between them. Ian looked into her eyes. The piercing intensity had cooled a bit, but desire still simmered. “I’m new to the director’s position,” she said. “There are certain individuals within the company who would love to see me make a mistake and humiliate myself in the process. I’d prefer not to give them a reason to question my merit.” His hand roamed over her back, tracing her spine, then caressed her hip. “I understand your concerns although you have no cause to worry. You’ve earned your title.” He held her a bit tighter. “You and I are in similar situations. There are some who are going to assume my only qualification to run this company is my last name.” “You’re wrong. I know how good you are and so does everyone else.” 19
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He released a breath of relief. Her words rang with conviction. Nothing that had happened between them had been for professional gain. This was personal. Very personal. Somewhere in their connection, he’d crossed the line, but hell if he cared. There were benefits to being the boss. He’d do nothing to interfere with her position, which right now had her ass nestled snugly against his cock. Ian sighed and sank into the butter softness of the chair. “The way I see it, we need each other.” Both in the boardroom and the bedroom. “Beginning Monday morning, no one is going to question the amount of time we spend together.” She trailed her fingertip across his shoulder. “I wouldn’t be so sure. In this business, rumors are just as dangerous.” “Not to you.” He wouldn’t tolerate insubordination from her staff or anyone else in the company. And he vowed not to let his actions make her ineffective in her duties. “I’m not immune to gossip,” she murmured. “Or to backstabbing.” A deep sigh slipped from her lips. “I don’t want to go back to the party.” She stood from his lap and crossed to her discarded clothing. She turned to the window. “Look at the snow coming down.” She stooped to pick up her panties. “It’s supposed to snow all night.” Good. He’d take her home, stay the night, and hopefully be snowed in for the weekend. Imagining a night in her bed had been a recurring fantasy. He’d spoon in tight behind her, search out her wet heat, ease between the softness of her thighs, and slide his shaft in. “Let me take you home.” He went to her desk and picked up the phone off the floor. “I’ll have the company limo meet us out front.” Her head snapped up. “Oh, that isn’t necessary. 20
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I have my car.” Ian pushed a few buttons. “I insist.” He smiled. “My second executive decision.” Avril snatched her skirt from the floor. She spotted her bra under her desk and grabbed it along with her blouse. She’d had an obvious momentary lapse in her better judgment. Actually, she thought, glancing at the clock on her desk, nearly an hour could hardly be considered a moment. After such a long absence, she couldn’t go back to the party without raising suspicions. At least she could conceal her wrinkled clothes. She’d get dressed, bundle up in her trench coat and be out of the building before anyone questioned her disappearance. She only imagined her hair must be a wild disaster. At the office, Avril never presented a less than stellar appearance. She turned to Ian. Wide back tapering to lean hips, long legs with sculpted calves, she wondered if he worked out in a gym or if his physique came from an active lifestyle—like fucking horny executives against high-rise windows. Ian pulled on his slacks, covering his sexy ass. It wasn’t hard to deduce their tussled appearance resulted from a wild romp. Tufts of his hair puffed out at odd angles. He turned toward her and zipped his fly. Feathery hair trailed over washboard abs. She lifted her gaze to his face. One corner of his mouth curled into a lopsided smile. “See, I told you,” she said with a laugh. “I’m never going to be able to be in a room and not stare. More proof I should just go home.” She buttoned her blouse. “I agree, which is why I’m taking you home. Or if you prefer, we’ll go to my apartment.” He shrugged on his ripped shirt. At least his suit coat would hide the torn fabric. How was she supposed to camouflage her visible 21
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attraction to her boss? Staring at his ass had her desires ripening again. Her pussy clenched with anticipation. What the hell? She’d already done the deed. If she took him home, took him to bed, then perhaps he’d stay the night and she’d screw him again in the morning. Who would know? If they could just get out of the office undetected. A devious thought crossed her mind. Maybe she’d just chain him to her bed for the weekend, get her fill of his incredible body, and work him out of her system so come Monday morning the mystery would be gone and they could do their jobs. Whom was she fooling? In four years, her attraction to him hadn’t waned. She swallowed hard, knowing it never would. “What are you thinking?” Cupping her cheek, he turned her face toward his. She smiled. “That I concur. We should get out of here.” He brushed her lips with his then sank in for a long leisurely taste. His hand wrapped around her neck and pulled her in closer. She moaned and pushed against his chest. “Later. Give me a five minute head start, and I’ll meet you in the lobby.” She fumbled with the last button of her blouse. After grabbing her purse from the bottom desk drawer, she crossed to where her coat hung on a coat tree. “Turn off the light when you leave.” With a smile, she slipped out the door. Once in the hall, she released a shuddering breath. Damn, the man had an impact on her. Yet it was foolish to think there might be a future. Just their business association would be cause enough for caution, that he was her boss made her recklessness even more disconcerting. But she’d already breached professional 22
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protocol. And she willingly assumed the risks. Giddiness bubbled up inside her. As long as there was no appearance of impropriety, their affair would remain a secret. Could she really call it an affair? No, she needed to remember this was sex. They were simply exploring physical attraction. She turned the corner and squeaked. “Oh, sorry.” Her heart jumped into her throat, plummeted to the ground then began to thump wildly. She’d just about collided with Jack Raines. Great. This was all she needed. “Excuse me.” She moved to step around him. “Have you seen Ian?” “Um, yes, at the party about an hour ago.” Jack crossed his arms and blocked her path. “Yeah, that’s the last time anyone saw him.” A sneer twisted his lips then slowly morphed into a forced smile. “About the last time anyone saw you, too.” “I was in my office.” Jack cocked an eyebrow. “And you know, that’s the only place I hadn’t looked for him.” “So you searched other offices?” A shudder raced through her. What if he had come to her office and found her with Ian? “For future reference, you would need permission to enter mine. But then I don’t see why my office would be of any interest?” She tapped her cheek with a finger. “Oh, wait. Yes, I do recall your interest.” “I’m still interested. We both know there was more considered in the final determination than our resumes. But I know there isn’t a point in arguing.” “There is no purpose for this conversation at all.” Avril squared her shoulders. “So unless you needed something from me, I’m on my way out.” “I didn’t realize you were available for my needs.” Nausea churned in her stomach at his implication. “If you’re having trouble with your 23
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workload, I’m sure I can find someone to handle some of your accounts. Stop by my office on Monday.” Avril pushed past him and continued down the hall to the bank of elevators. Of course, he followed. Leave it to Jack to sense something brewing. However, she was too smart to let him provoke her into a scandal. “Don’t play coy. We both know I’m more than capable of doing the job.” She pressed the button for the elevator. “Maybe one day you’ll have the chance to prove it. Until then stay out of my way. Just do your job.” “You should worry about doing yours. I wouldn’t get too comfortable in that corner suite.” He leaned in closer. “I don’t believe doing Ian Carver is in the job description for the Director of Advertising.” “Actually, it was added when Avril took her executive position,” Ian stated, coming up behind her. “Aren’t you relieved you didn’t get the job?” The elevator doors dinged. Avril closed her gaping mouth and allowed Ian to urge her forward. “Enjoy the party, Jack,” Ian said. “Have a drink. You look like you need one.” The doors closed. “Oh, my God.” Avril covered her mouth with her hand. “What have you done?” “He’s an ass.” “And you just confirmed his suspicions.” She gripped her purse with trembling fingers. “By Monday morning everyone is going to assume we’re involved.” “We are involved.” She furrowed her brows. “We’ve had sex on my desk. That hardly encompasses involved.” “We’ve been involved for four years. Tonight is only the first time we’ve made love.” “Made love? Had sex!” He leaned against the elevator wall. “What 24
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would it take to convince you otherwise?” Avril narrowed her eyes. “This is serious.” She put her palm to her forehead. She felt flushed and her stomach knotted. “This is crazy.” The doors opened to the lobby. Awareness of Ian’s hand on her lower back sent a flash of heat through her body. “Ian?” “Shh. We can argue later.” She glanced into his face and a mischievous smile curled his mouth. “Couples argue.” He wagged his brows. “Then they have make up sex.” With gentle pressure, he escorted her across the lobby and out the glass doors into the chilly Chicago evening to the waiting limo. A couple. That implied far more than sex on the desk, or bed, or good hell, in a limo. She’d lost her mind. Avril slid into the vehicle first. “Thanks, Marty. We’ll be taking Avril to her residence,” Ian said and climbed in beside her. “Yes, Mr. Carver.” Avril stared out the window at the falling snow. Pressure built behind her eyes. She would not fall in love with her boss. Regardless that he was charming, handsome, successful, and an amazing fuck—it couldn’t be anything but sex—she would not become what she’d spent her entire career avoiding. Love didn’t even enter into it. He hadn’t said the words. Now she feared what would happen if everyone at the office knew she’d screwed the boss. How could she expect their respect and trust if she’d finally succumbed to what many already believed— that she’d slept her way up the corporate ladder? Conjecture and insinuations had followed her throughout her life. That was the curse of brains and beauty. But at William Carver, she’d found a home. Not only was Bill old enough to be her father, he was also happily married. It wasn’t her reputation but Bill’s that kept comments and innuendo away. 25
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“If Jack says anything, I’ll lie and deny.” Her eyes snapped to his. “You would?” Ian sat on the limo seat next to her with a serious expression on his lips and worry pinching his forehead. “Of course, I don’t care what anyone thinks, least of all Jack Raines. He won’t say anything because he doesn’t know anything. He’s an asshole, but he isn’t stupid. He won’t risk his job.” He touched her cheek, drew his finger along her jaw and brushed his thumb across her bottom lip. “All anyone will know is what we tell them.” “I’m not sure discretion will protect us from rumor. I don’t want to court speculation.” She rolled her eyes. “This conversation would make sense if everything Jack was thinking and saying right now weren’t true.” The limo pulled away from the curb. Ian put his hand on her knee. “I’m in love with you.” She stared into his gray eyes, shadowed in the dim interior lighting. The world drifted away. Sounds of traffic silenced. Avril sunk her teeth into her lip. “You don’t really know me.” “I know everything about you.” He lifted his hand and combed his fingers through her hair. “I know you’re smart, successful, beautiful. I want to spend time with you, doing things for you.” Mischief glinted in his eyes, and his eyebrow arched higher. “Doing things to you.” He slid closer on the seat. “I want you for my partner. In the company and in my life.” She tried to swallow the lump swelling in her throat. “Ian.” He softly kissed her lips. “I need you.” “Oh, Ian. I’ve been falling in love with you for the last four years.” What she needed most was to touch him, right now. “I think we need to discuss my executive position.” Tears swam in her eyes. She 26
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tried to blink them away. “This isn’t about your job. Your position is secure.” “More so now that you’ve added screwing the boss to the list of requirements.” Ian chuckled. “And that is exactly the point I want to discuss.” She maneuvered on the seat, hiking her skirt up, and straddled his lap. “I happen to prefer this executive position.”
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About the author… KyAnn Waters lives in Utah with her husband, two children, and two dogs. She spends her days writing and her evenings with her family. She enjoys sporting events on the television, thrillers on the big screen, and hot scenes between the pages of her books. Visit KyAnn on any of these sites... www.KyAnnWaters.com http://kyannwaters.blogspot.com http://groups.yahoo.com/group/EroticCravings http://groups.yahoo.com/group/CharmingTheMuse Newsletter only http://myspace.com/KyAnnWaters
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