Trust Me II (17 page)

“That’s silly,” Sandra said with a scowl. “You go home and take care of your family. If there are any problems with your boss, he will have to address them with me.” Creighton fought back the amusement by hiding it beneath a soft cough, but his smile remained as his arm tightened around her waist.

“You heard the lady,” he told the boy. “I don’t want to hear that you are back to work until Aryana is stable.”

“Yes sir,” Daniel said, his expression filled with a mixture of shock and uncertainty. He turned to Sandra and shook her hand; smiling a little brighter than he did a moment ago. “Thank you ma’am.”

“The name is Sandra. Just because your boss insisted that I marry him, doesn’t put me above you in any way.” Creighton narrowed his eyes to his new bride and Michelle laughed as Daniel turned a shade whiter.

“Let me know if there are any problems,” Creighton told him, shaking his hand in turn. “Michelle will take care of everything you need to set up shop at home.” He glanced to his assistant who nodded then walked with Sandra to the door next to Michelle’s desk and opened it. Once again she walked through first and smiled as he closed the door, locking the handle.

“So I insisted that you marry me, did I?’ he said, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her backward against his chest.

“Well you did,” she answered with much less force then she intended. “You kept threatening to keep me tied to your bed until I agreed.”

“And I suppose you hated the idea of being tied down?” He nuzzled her neck above the peach colored blouse as he spoke, his hands caressing the soft fabric of her off white pants, very much aware that she was completely naked beneath them.

“I never said that.” She moaned as his fingers moved to the zipper on the front of her pants and slowly slid it down. “I merely said you insisted.”

“So if I were to take you to my desk and insist that we make more delightful memories for my long boring meetings, you wouldn’t object?” Sandra felt her stomach jump as his fingers moved beneath the zipper and began caressing her soft skin.

“You have an office full of people,” she argued weakly, his hard erection pressing into her bottom.

“The door is locked and nobody will interrupt us. All it means is that I have to make certain you don’t scream. I think I can find a way to keep your mouth occupied for a while.” Creighton turned her in his arms, kissing her lips softly. She slipped her tongue inside his mouth when he coaxed her, playing the familiar sparring game she loved so well. They stood there in the silence of his office, their mouths pressed against each other hard, their tongues battling until she moaned deep in her throat.

“So my love, do I have your permission to shag the hell out of you in my office?”

“Carry on,” she smiled as he walked with her to the large wooden desk and quickly removed her blouse and bra.

“I want you completely starkers,” he insisted, lifting her to sit on the edge of the desk as he sat down in his chair. He lifted her foot, removing her mule pumps one at a time, kissing the sole of each bare foot in turn. He looked up at her and very slowly slid his hands up the inside of her thighs as he pressed her legs wider apart; up over her hips to the waistband of her pants where he hooked his thumbs into the loops. With a quick tug, he pulled her back to stand on her feet between his legs and slowly began to ease her pants down. His smile widened as her pants slid seductively across her buttocks and down her long slender legs, to the floor where he bent over and pulled them off her feet, tossing them aside.

“Much better,” he told her in an approving tone. “I think I like your new habit of no knickers. It makes playing so much easier.”

“So are you just going to play or are you going to shag me like you threatened?”

“Oh baby, I’m going to do both.” Creighton lifted her back onto his desk smiling as she gasped at the cool wood that pressed against her bare bottom. With a wicked grin he removed his phone from his pocket and fussed with the buttons for a moment before sitting back in his seat and spreading her legs wider. Before she knew what he was doing, the phone’s camera snapped and he smiled.

“What the hell?” she exclaimed, trying to close her legs but he held them apart with his elbows.

“I told you I wanted pictures of my initials,” he answered her simply. “I promise to keep them private and for my eyes only, so relax.”

“Pictures? Plural?” she asked when he stood up. He wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her arms back so she couldn’t cover her body as he snapped another photo, this one of her breasts.

“Very nice,” he whispered, leaning in and sucking hard on one nipple. Sandra quickly lost her resistance to fight as the familiar tingling began to caress her; his hot mouth playing with the round globe of her breast, his teeth nipping at her nipple until she moaned. Her head fell backward and she heard the camera’s click, but she no longer cared. The idea of having him take her picture for his own pleasure was somehow erotic.

“Good girl,” he grinned, turning her to lie across the length of his desk and climbing up to straddle her hips. “Just relax and experience this new game.” He smiled at her soft blush and raised his camera again. Five long, hot minutes passed before he was content with what he had done and set his phone aside.

“Now my darling, I will reward your bravery and courage.” He moved to the end of the desk and knelt down, his mouth covering his initials across her body as his tongue bathed the tender flesh, his fingers slipping eagerly inside her wet body and he grinned.

“Your body is tattling on you again,” he said, playing with the moisture that pooled between her legs. “You enjoyed the erotic passion of having your photo taken, didn’t you?” Sandra blushed as his fingers spreading apart her labia so he could explore her more thoroughly with his tongue.

She relaxed across the wooden surface and moaned, lifting her feet to the edge and spreading her legs apart as wide as she could to allow him free access to all of her most intimate parts. Creighton took full advantage of her position and savagely began suckling her clitoris as he slid two fingers into her throbbing body. She felt the welcoming dizziness overcome her and before she realized what was happening he had climbed back up on the desk completely naked, his feet near her head, his mouth kissing her tummy.

“You have to keep quiet,” he warned her, lifting his hard penis toward her lips and caressed them with the moist tip. “Since I don’t happen to have a handkerchief with me, I’ll have to find another way to keep your mouth occupied.” Sandra giggled, feeling the heat rise up her neck and across her face as she began licking the tip of his erection with her tongue. He moaned softly then reached behind her head and pulled her closer to him, encompassing him inside her mouth and throat. He guided her across him for several long moments before moving his attention back to his previous actions.

His tongue began to caress her again, bathing the length of her labia with its moist heat as he rolled her across the length of him; sucking each lip into his mouth in turn before spreading them apart again and suckling her clitoris. His fingers moved inside her with an eagerness that matched her attention on his erection and within a few moments they were enjoying the joined climax this new situation produced. Sandra held him in her throat for a few long seconds, feeling him quiver and throb as he spilled his seed. She moaned when he licked her and bit her clitoris, taking her through the doors of orgasm. She kept him inside her mouth as she exploded against his lips, relishing and surrendering her need in a few precious moments.

Creighton rolled her back over beside him a few moments later, panting and listening to Sandra’s heavy, breathless sigh. He smiled as he looked up at the ceiling then laughed, reaching over and caressing her stomach. Sandra leaned up on her elbows and looked at him with a frown, causing him to laugh harder.

“I’m sorry,” he said before she had the chance to yell at him. “It’s just that I’ve never made love to a woman in my office before, especially on my desk. I’m actually looking forward to my next meeting so I can dream of you.”

“You’re a deviant,” she insisted, rolling over in the attempt to climb off the desk but was stopped with the large hand across her belly.

“Where are you going?” he argued, sitting up and pulling her back. “We aren’t finished.”

“You’re pushing your luck Mr. Ashford,” she argued. “Your staff can come in at any moment.”

“Not only is the door locked but Michelle wouldn’t let anyone in. We’re newlyweds, remember? That makes a huge effect on the interruption factor.” Creighton climbed up across her as he spoke, stretching out over her slender frame. She smiled at him as she yielded to his demands; it was true, they were newlyweds and his entire staff was probably very much aware of what was going on behind the closed door.

“Relax,” he told her kissing her cheek and neck. “If you really don’t want to do this, we can wait until we get back to the flat.”

“I’m just worried about getting caught. I’m not so sure if this is something you want to have spread around your employees.” Creighton sighed and leaned up on his elbows.

“If the only thing I have to worry about is my employees knowing I’m making love to my wife, then it’s a rumor I’ll be happy to live with.”

“Deviant and romantic,” she teased him.

“So do we do this now, or wait?” he asked her with a wicked grin.

“I don’t know if you can wait that long,” she said, feeling the hard evidence of his desire pressing against the moist opening of her vagina. Creighton chuckled under his breath, slipping inside her without hesitation, kissing her lips as he began a slow thrust.

“I can wait forever if I need to,” he told her. “I waited two years; what are a few more hours?”

“So just in case you can’t wait, then what?” She felt the strange eruption of nerves, tingling her lower limbs and gripping her abdomen. It was amazing how easily aroused she became just with a few simple acts on his part, and so quickly.

“I suppose I could beg you. I know a good way of bringing you around to my way of thinking.” Sandra moaned softly as he thrust into her deep, followed by a contented sigh that assured her he was aware of her submission.

Several long full thrusts and she no longer cared what happened or who knew she was spread out across his desk; all she wanted was to experience the wonderful, dizzy embrace of orgasm again. Her desires were answered a few breathless moments later as her need grew to the familiar height of release and she drew a deep breath just as Creighton covered her mouth, absorbing her cries and silencing her moans as he joined her, filling her with a heat and passion that matched her own. Thrust after thrust and she felt like she was spiraling through a tunnel of heat and desire; unable to speak, yet free to absorb as much as he offered.

They lay embraced for several long moments; stretched out across his desk, basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking. Sandra couldn’t help but giggle, causing him to stare at her this time. He furrowed his brow as he leaned up on his elbows.

“You’re beginning to make a habit out of laughing after I make love to you,” he said, his tone humorous though his expression was scolding. “My ego may not survive.”

“I’m sorry, I was just thinking about your next meeting,” she told him watching the smile cross his full lips. “How are you going to explain your odd expressions or your arousal when you sit down behind your desk?” Creighton laughed, kissing her lips
softly before leaning up on his knees and pulling her to sit in front of him.

“I will simply say I was thinking about you; it won’t be a lie because I will be.” Creighton hugged her against him before climbing off the desk and pulling her down, setting her feet on the floor and gathering their clothes.

“What else do you need to do here?” she asked, watching him pull his pants up across his firm buttocks.

“I need to check in with Brian about the Kansas project, but I can do that over the internet if you want to leave.”

“I was just thinking that I am getting hungry and I’d like to take a nap. I didn’t sleep very well last night,” she dropped her eyes when he looked her way; she knew the reason she didn’t sleep was her own fault and there was nothing she could say to excuse her actions from the previous night.

“Then let’s get some lunch and go back to the flat.” Creighton wrapped his arms around her and kissed her tenderly for several long seconds, tactfully ignoring the subject of her fatigue.

His flat was very impressive; with four bedrooms, three baths, a living room, kitchen with an eat-in dining room and an office. Everything was spotless and very contemporary in design; the furnishings were basic beige, wooden floors and every creature comfort one could ask for. There was a flat screen television in each bedroom and living room, a wired satellite stereo where you could listen in every room or just one, depending on your mood. There were skylights in the living room and hallway, and the kitchen was stainless steel and granite. It was pure luxury and Sandra smiled thinking about how much she had to get used to and how, deep down, she may actually enjoy it.

They had stopped at the restaurant they ate at last week and enjoyed the buffet before returning to the flat, where he lifted her in his strong embrace and carried her across the threshold. Sandra sighed as he set their bags in the living room. She felt exhausted, whether from the argument the night before or the events that led up to it, she wasn’t certain. She walked to the sofa and sat down, kicking her shoes off and placing her feet on the black wooden coffee table. Creighton walked to her side and sat down, kissing her temple before pulling her into his embrace.