Professional Liaison (2 page)

"This will be over way too soon for both of us if you keep that up."

"Don't want that now, do we?"

"No way. I want to feel that sweet pussy of yours gripping me tight."

Her breathing sped up and her heart slammed against her ribs. His lips slanted across her mouth, sucking her bottom lip between his teeth and nibbling softly. Tongues entwined. He set her on his thighs, his cock nestled between them. Calluses rasped over her nipple almost sending her into orgasm at the sensations he caused.
Worker’s hands. No sitting behind a desk here.
She arched toward his touch, wanting more, needing more. Her fingers gripped the solid muscle of his biceps when his mouth left hers and skimmed across her cheek then down her neck, replacing his palm with his warm mouth.

His moan hummed against her skin, sending vibrations straight to her pussy. One hand found the curls at the juncture of her thighs, sliding through them and diving between her pussy lips straight into her vagina.

"Drew. Say it. Say my name, Lissa. I want you to know who's fucking you."

"Drew." The words came out in a breathless whisper.

Powerful thighs flexed sending the water sloshing around them when he lifted them both out of the tub and her butt hit cold tile.

Anticipation and need zinged through her at his commanding tone. No one had ever talked to her like that and she found it thrilling and exciting.

"Open your legs. I'm going to eat you up."

A soft whimper left her mouth. With legs spread wide, she fought the immediate orgasm that whipped through her at the first brush of his amazing tongue against her engorged clit. She threaded her fingers through the hair and gripped his scalp as he pleasured her beyond anything she'd ever experienced. The first rush of her orgasm built from her toes and started to wash over her in a raging wave. He stopped sucking on her clit and raised his head. The tortured sound that came from her lips didn't sound like her own.

"Patience, love."

"I'm not a patient person, Drew. I need you to fuck me—right now!"

The tone of his voice dropped and reverberated along her nerve endings. "Oh no, baby. We do this on my terms. You come when I say you do."

His warm chuckle told her he knew exactly what she wanted and needed before his head went down again between her legs. Skimming the sides of her feet along his sides, she moaned and whipped her head back and forth. He nipped the inside of her thigh before soothing it with his tongue. Hot breath ruffled the curls above her clit, almost sending her into the oblivion of climax until his tongue licked her from vagina to clit. When he toggled the sensitive bud, the muscles of her thighs bunched and quivered.
Almost there. Almost there. Just a little more pressure.

The wet tongue disappeared again.

Ah fuck!

"I need to come, Drew, please."

"Not yet, babe."

A rustling sound forced her eyes open and she propped herself up on her elbows. Thick latex was rolled over his impressive cock.

Soon. He'll finally fuck me.

Saliva pooled in her mouth. Oh to be able to suck that between her lips.

Heat scorched her skin when their eyes met. The chocolate brown of his eyes darkened to almost black. He never took his eyes off her while he ran his tongue up her stomach, stopping to swirl at her belly button before continuing to her breast. Her nipple sat pointed and hard. She almost screamed when he licked the tip before he nipped it with his teeth. His cock bumped against her pussy and she wiggled her butt trying to get closer. He only chuckled, his wet mouth sliding enticingly along her skin and her head fell back with a soft moan.

Thighs wide, she waited on bated breath.

Air rushed from between her lips on a hearty groan when he finally slipped his cock inside her.

He pulled almost all the way out, but she locked her heels behind him and forced his hips forward. "I want all of you."

"Fuck, Liss." Warm hands grabbed her ass and fingers bit into her flesh when he lifted her higher. He slammed his pelvis against hers, riding her solidly for several minutes. “Come for me, baby.”

Her climax hit her so hard, stars burst behind her eyelids and she screamed his name. With a hearty groan, he swelled inside her and lost control of his own climax before he dropped his head on her shoulder and buried his nose against her neck.

Trailing her fingernails down his back while their breathing slowed and the hammering of her heart eased, she felt him shift and pull out. His mouth moved down her chest, flicking his tongue across her nipple before sliding further down her stomach. A quick flick of his tongue on her clit and her desire spiraled again.

"Let me get rid of this." Swiping the condom off, he reached over and dropped it into the trashcan by the toilet. With his palm up and a wicked grin, he invited her back into the warm water with him.

Once they were settled amongst the bubbles, he forced her to turn around and his firm hands skimmed across her shoulders while the muscles rolled beneath them.

"Oh Lord, that feels wonderful."

"Glad you like it," he whispered next to her ear, sending shivers down her arms. "Relax, babe."

"I'm trying, Drew."

"You're wound up tighter than a spring. Don't you ever take a break?"

"Not like this."

"Really? Maybe you should."

She chuckled and rolled her neck forward. A moment later, his lips followed the same path. "You have amazing hands."

"Calluses and all, huh?"

"Hard working hands."

He flexed those powerful thighs again and lifted her out of the water so they stood chest to breast in the tub. When he stepped out, he grabbed a fluffy towel from the rack and flashed an 'I dare you' look in her direction. Never one to back down from a dare, she lifted her leg over the side and walked into the cocoon of warmth he held. After he briskly dried her off and then let her do the same for him, he swept her up in his arms and headed toward her bed. Laying her gently down, she reached to bring him closer, but his next words stayed her hand.

"Where is your vibrator?"

Her eyes widened. "My wha…"

"Don't look so surprised, babe. I'm sure you have one, now where is it?" She caught her bottom lip between her teeth and dropped her gaze. "Where?" he demanded, snapping her eyes back to his face.

"In the bottom drawer of the nightstand."

"Good girl." His compliment pleased her, sending awareness of his natural dominating behavior zipping along her nerves. Brown eyes sparkled in the dim light of her room when he came back to the bed, vibrator in hand. "Let's see." The vibrator clicked on with a low hum. One swipe, then two across her clit, over her labia and inside her tight passage he went and she fought the moan rumbling in her chest. She wasn't about to let him know how turned on she was with his high-handed behavior.

A soft chuckle met her ear before he swiped his tongue across her nipple. Bowing her back, she couldn't help the whimper that slipped from her mouth.

"So responsive." He pulled the vibrator from inside her and brushed it against her clit.

"Ah. Oh God, Drew!"

Fists clenched the comforter beneath her hands, bunching it into tight balls.

A little more. God please! One more pass against my clit.

She wouldn't beg, couldn't beg.

The rough pad of his tongue brushed her nipple.

"Do you want to come?"

Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes.

"God, yes. Please, Drew. I need to cum. Please."

The buzz of the toy glanced off her clit for a split second before his whispered words commanded her attention. "Come for me, Liss."

The room shattered in a ball of light bouncing off the inside of her eyelids. Heat crawled up her legs to center in her pussy when she convulsed and screamed. Her world hadn't even up righted itself when his cock slammed into her waiting, aching center. With a groan pulled from deep within her, she wrapped her legs around his pounding hips and rode the waves of pleasure he created.

* * * *

Darkness surrounded Drew when he slipped from the bed with a frown. He hated this. Didn't want to hurt the woman in the bed, but he didn't have a choice. There were others controlling his movements these days, others who didn't care who they hurt in the process.

Lissa moaned softly and rolled to her side before she tucked her hands beneath her head in almost a childlike manner. He smiled, knowing even though she portrayed the tough, chief executive officer of a multi-million dollar company, she had the heart of woman. The hard-nosed decision-making gave way to the soft, vulnerable and willing lady when paired with the right man.

Moving to her side, he quickly brushed his lips across her forehead and tucked a stray strand of her light brown hair behind her ear. He almost wished her bright blue eyes would open and he could lose himself in her embrace again, but it wasn't meant to be. She slept soundly after their vigorous and exciting sex and he had a job to do.

Softly tip-toeing into the living room, he tucked his t-shirt back inside his jeans and slipped on his boots. Once he made sure his clothing and personal items were in their proper place, he headed for the table where her purse sat.

He reached inside and pulled out her keys, fingering the one he knew operated the key-lock on the elevator to her office. It was what they wanted. They needed to get inside the office. Only a few people within the company held the key to the elevator and she was one of them. Before he could change his mind, he grabbed his cell phone and snapped a picture of both sides of her key. The keys were quickly put back where they belonged. Shooting one last lingering look at the doorway to her bedroom, he sighed and headed for the front door. Once he made it outside, he inhaled the cool night air, ran his fingers through his hair and retrieved the keys to the Navigator.

After getting safely inside the vehicle, he snapped open his cell phone, scrolled through the numbers and hit talk.

"This is over. I'm not doing anything else to help you."

"You can't walk away from this, Drew. She needs you."

"Fuck!" His fist hit the steering wheel. "This isn't right."

"We have no choice. It has to be this way."

Drew didn't know what else to say. They had him by the balls and he couldn't stop the inevitable careen of events that had been put into motion tonight.

"Fine, but don't put me anywhere near Melissa Gordon again."

Chapter Two

Melissa propped the cell phone to her ear with a wide grin. "Good morning, Mandy."

"How was your night?"

Thoughts drifted to Drew. "Very nice. Very yummy." Disappointment clouded her mind when she awoke this morning to find him gone.

Stupid!

She could almost make believe he'd been a dream, except the smell of sex in the air and the soreness between her legs. "Thanks for setting that up, hon."

"Well you know. I need to take care of my favorite cousin."

"I love you, Mandy."

"I love you too, Lissa."

"Hey? Want to meet me for lunch?"

Lissa flipped through the calendar on her desk. "I should be free about one. How about we meet at the little Italian place on twenty-second and main?"

"Perfect. See you then."

Melissa hung up the phone and pressed her lips together.
I really need to get some things done today and quit thinking about the disturbing man who dominated me last night. Besides, I'm sure I'll never see him again anyway.
A wicked smile played on her mouth for a moment.
Mandy set that up. I'll just ask her who he is and where I can find him. I could use a short-term, no strings few weeks.

Melissa's gaze met that of the stocky build of the Vice President of Marketing standing in her doorway. "Yeah, Jack. What can I do for you?"

His green eyes snapped with almost hatred when they skimmed across her. He didn't mask his feelings at all. Hatred could be a little mild an emotion with this man.

"I've got those reports you wanted this morning." The manila folder in his hand flipped against his opposite palm with a snap.

"Good. Lay them on the desk there and I'll look at them after lunch." When he didn't move, she raised her head and narrowed her eyes. "Something else I can do for you?"

"I…No. I guess not." The folder landed on her desk with a whoosh, stirring the papers beneath her fingers. With an arrogant cock of his eyebrow, he turned on his heel and slammed the door on his way out.

Melissa blew the hair off her forehead and eased back in her chair.

Damn! That man is going to have to go even if he has been with the company longer than I have.

After a moment, she grabbed her coffee cup and headed out to the break room for more. Standing near the pot gave her the ability to hear many conversations going on around her in the little cubicles the employees used. One particular conversation caught her attention.

"Oh, she slept her way to the top all right. I'm sure of it."

Coffee cup halfway to her lips, Melissa stopped to listen.

"I don't think so. She's smart, funny, been here at the company for awhile. She knows her stuff, I'm telling you. I think she'll be an awesome CEO."

"Well Jack has been saying all kinds of things about her. How she slept with the old man and his son to get where she is now."

"You shouldn't believe Jack about anything. He wanted her job and is majorly pissed off she got it over him, but he didn't deserve it anyway."

A smile lifted the corner of her lips when she heard her defender although her mind whirled with thought of Jack stabbing her in the back. She knew he wasn't happy about being passed over for the promotion, but it hadn't been her decision. Yes, she wanted the job with her whole heart, but she'd been prepared to wait. When Arthur Marshall approached her, she'd been dumbfounded.

Melissa stood on her toes and peeked over the partition separating her from the voices, to get a glimpse. She needed to know who friend and foe were and obviously one of these two had her back, but the other didn't. Recognizing the broad shoulders of Marcus Prichard, office technical expert and all-around nerd, she shifted her gaze to the other person standing next to him. Alice Mason, company gossip and Jack’s secretary, stood with him hands on her hips. Her eyes widened when she spotted Melissa over the partition.