Corporate Cowboy (16 page)

Chapter Eighteen

There is a small full bath adjacent to Gage’s office, and we shower together quickly and then dress. While Gage checks his voice mail and flips through email and text messages, I sit and wait patiently, admiring the man who just thoroughly and completely knocked my socks off.

Two days in a row.

I can do this
, I think to myself.
I can be what he wants.

Gage looks up and smiles, holding up a finger and mouthing “one more minute” while he listens. He jots a few things down on a legal pad and puts the desk phone receiver back in its cradle.

His cell phone rings again. Gage glances to where it sits on the desk. With a scowl, he picks it up, scrolls and reads a message, then lays it back down again.

“All right,” he says, giving me a dangerously sexy smile and his full attention. “Before you head off to your new position, and I take care of a few business items, there are a couple of things we need to discuss.”

“Okay. Such as?”

He glances down at the legal pad. “First, Chad will get you set up in your office and provide you with some guidance. Arlene, Christina’s assistant, has already been informed you are the interim HR Manager. We generally use the interim terminology for any position where someone has been let go, and a new person steps up until the position is technically filled.”

I nod. “That makes sense.”

He continues, “The next item on the agenda is lunch. I have a meeting at Cattleman’s Bank so Chad is going to call something up for you. I’d prefer you stay in today and eat in your office, since this is a busy day.”

I start to smirk a little in protest and then renege. What the heck. It’s free lunch. “That’s fine,” I tell him.

“Great.” He checks that off the list. “Your appointment with Dr. Burrows is at two o’clock this afternoon. I’ll be back to pick you up and take you. Then afterward, we’ll run by your apartment so you can pick up a few things for the night. You are staying with me this evening at my condo.”

I arch a brow. “Oh?”

He nods. “Yes. And I’ve arranged for the rest of your personal items to be moved to my condo tomorrow. Emma, you are staying with me for…the duration.” He turns the legal pad over on his desk.

The duration.
“Oh?” I’m not sure what else to say.

He chuckles a bit, then rounds his desk, takes me in his arms and kisses me, softly and possessively, on my lips.

“Oh.” The one word slips out on a breath.

“We have two weeks, Emma. I don’t want to lose a minute of that time.”

My breath catches in my throat; my heart beats wildly in my chest. I have no choice but to concede. After all, I am falling in love with him.

****

Lunch came and went. Chad’s taste in lunch fare is right up my alley—an ahi tuna salad with a light teriyaki dressing and wasabi on the side. Yum. Chad also guides me through some details concerning the new security policy I am to draft, and searches the office area to find a more comfortable desk chair for me.

“I think I could get used to you, Chad.”

I smile and he taps my arm playfully. “I already love you, Ms. Emma.”

Definitely gay, I decide. Interesting how well he and Gage get along. I wonder if there is more to their story—his loyalty to Gage appears boundless.

At twenty minutes until two, Gage graces my office door. Immediately the room is not large enough. It rapidly fills with Gage’s eyes, his cocky demeanor, and his saucy smile as he crosses the threshold. “Are you ready?”

“I am.”

We drive to Dr. Burrows’ office. For a moment, I think Dr. Burrows is going to have to sedate Gage to keep him out of the examining room. Finally, I convince him to leave and then breathe a sigh of relief when the door closes.

“Whew,” I say to Dr. Burrows.

“He’s one riled up young man. He must care a lot for you.”

My eyes widen, I know. “Why do you say that?”

Dr. Burrows looks me straight in the eyes. “I’ll be blunt, Ms. Lavender. I know why Mr. Parker sends women here for their examinations. It has nothing to do with work, but for personal reasons. It’s not my business, so I do what I’m paid to do, provide him the information he wants, and wait until the next time. In many ways, he’s very smart to make sure his partners are clean and healthy. I can’t find fault with that.

“But never before has he escorted a woman here, let alone give me difficulty in getting him to leave my office. You have one befuddled cowboy on your hands.”

I take a deep breath and blow it out. “Oh.” Damn, why can’t I think of anything else to say?

Dr. Burrows goes on. “He’s enamored. Now, let’s get down to business. Lie back, feet in the stirrups please.”

I do as he says and stare at the ceiling.
He’s enamored?
Dr. Burrows drones on while readying for the exam.

“Are you on the pill?”

“Yes. Nearly five years.”

“Do you take it regularly?”

“Like clockwork.”

“Good. Be sure to keep doing so. Here’s the speculum.”

I study the pattern of the tiles on the ceiling while the cold instrument invades my body.

“Okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“Ever pregnant?”

“No, sir.”

“Do you have a lot of sexual partners, Ms. Lavender?”

“I’ve had two. Oh. Three.” Wow. Three now.

He probes and something pinches. “That was the cervix. I took a little snip.” He pulls out the speculum and pushes back. “Now, just a quick vaginal exam and then the breasts.”

It’s over in no time. Dr. Burrows tosses his gloves in the can and scribbles a few things on my chart. Then he looks at me. “You’re healthy. Just keep on the pill. We’re going to draw some blood to check for STDs, but I’m certain with your history you are clean.” He dips his head. “Good day, Ms. Lavender. You can get dressed now, and the nurse will assist you with the rest.”

Dr. Burrows opens the door and Gage stumbles inside. I’m holding the tiny paper towel things over my breasts and lap. The doctor shakes his head and lets Gage stay, closing the door behind him.

I roll my eyes. “You are a pill, Mr. Parker.”

“Why? I’m just here to help.”

I slide off the table, taking the damn paper with me. I grab it, tear it off, and toss it into the garbage can with other paper body coverings. “I can get dressed by myself.” I step across the room toward the chair with my folded clothes and behind the partially drawn curtain. I bend to reach for my skirt and feel Gage’s cold hand between my legs.

“Ow!” I jump up and look at him.

He pulls back. “What?”

“Your hand is cold and besides, the nurse is coming back in.” I step into my skirt, pull it up to my waist, and fasten the zipper.

The door swings open. Dr. Burrows’ nurse takes one look at Gage and says, “You need to leave, Mr. Parker!”

“No,” he tells her.

Her eyes widen. She steps forward. “I don’t think you understand. We still have patient business to take care of. You need to wait outside. Besides, that young woman is half-naked!”

“I’m staying. Besides, she’s mine,” he says gruffly.

The nurse looks at me. I shrug and give her a cockeyed smile.

“I’m calling security.”

“Do that,” he says.

She leaves and Gage locks the door. He swings back to me and says, “Hurry. We don’t have much time. Put your sweater on.”

“What?” I can’t believe this is happening. I grab my sweater and pull it over my head. One arm, then the other. My bra is still on the chair.

“On the table. Feet in the stirrups.”

“Again?”

“Do it, Emma!”

He’s not kidding. I jerk the protective paper down to the end and climb back on, positioning my feet. Gage unzips his fly and unleashes his cock. How does that thing stay in his pants?

I have no clue.

He grabs my hips and scoots me closer to the edge. My skirt rides up. He positions himself between the stirrups, rolls on a condom, and shoves his cock inside me.

“Gaw… Dammit. I fucking need this.”

He pumps like a jackrabbit. I press into the stirrups and grip the sides of the table. My nipples feel hot and on fire. I jerk up my shirt and grab my breasts.

“Yes, Emma,” Gage says. “Pinch those tits. Pinch your nipples hard.”

“Yes, Sir.” I squeeze and pinch my nipples, my head rolling back and forth to the side. Gage pounds away at my pussy.

Someone knocks on the door.

“Oh God. Hurry.”

He groans. “Quiet,” he huffs out. “Pinch them, dammit.”

Gage’s gaze is fixed on my hands, and I find the more I pinch and tease my nipples the harder he pumps. Someone shouts behind the door, and then another series of knocking ensues.

Gage grunts, his face contorts and he hisses orgasmic relief between his teeth. Jerking my hips, he plunges once, then twice, hard into me and holds it there, and shudders.

The pounding at the door continues.

Gage pulls back, takes care of the condom by flushing it in the restroom, and tucks his half-flaccid cock into his pants. I sit up on the table and swing my legs around, straightening my clothes. Gage stuffs my bra in my purse. I realize I am probably leaving a sticky mess on the paper. Gage slowly moves to the door and unlocks it.

The nurse bursts in and twirls to face Gage standing by the open door. “That door is to remain unlocked!”

“I was getting dressed,” I tell her. “I locked it.”

She looks at me, and then back to Gage. I’m pretty sure we both look and smell like sex.

“I need to draw some blood,” she says.

I give her my arm. “Feel free.”

Gage stands by the door, watching. I keep my gaze on his face while she pokes me and draws the blood she needs. I know she’s moving as fast as possible to get us out of there. I smile over her shoulder at Gage, and he gives me a lazy, cowboy smile back.

“All finished here,” the nurse says.

Gage looks at me with intent and says, “Not yet.”

****

The remainder of the day is a whirlwind. Since my apartment is on the way back to the hotel, we stop briefly so I can gather my personal items and a change of clothing. Our arrival back to work would have happened more quickly if Gage could keep his dick in his pants—because any time we are alone, he’s grabbing my ass and attempting to impale me with his cock.

I have to admit not wearing panties and knowing he is ever-at-the-ready is an incredible turn-on. My body is constantly on high alert.

In the truck, he fingers me the entire drive from the doctor’s office to my apartment, ordering me to sit up on my knees in the seat, my ass pointing toward him, while looking out the window. We roll down the freeway like that, two and three of his fingers pushing in and out of my pussy, his thumb presses hard against my clit. I climax with my face pressed against the glass while passing a truck driver. My body jerks and convulses; the trucker looks down at me and grins.

I feel a little dirty and a lot sexy.

Gage laughs and tells me how beautiful I look, and then slaps me on my ass telling me to get my seatbelt on.

In the elevator of my apartment building, he pins me against the door and slips his cock up inside me from behind, slowly teasing until we arrive at the sixth floor. We fall out of the opening doors, still connected, and Gage holds me to his body as we hobble our way to my door and tumble inside. We fuck on the floor doggie-style, with the apartment door half cracked open, until my knees ache, and I wonder how many times in a day the man can come.

Crazy-fanfucking-tastic day.

He wasn’t lying when he said he had an incredible, sexual appetite.

By the time we get back to work, I’m feeling the exhaustion. I manage to get through a meeting with my assistant
WhatsHerName
and draft out the new security procedures for the policy manual. Gage shows up at my office door promptly at five o’clock and we head to his condo.

I’d like to say we fucked for hours after we arrived, but that would be far from the truth. Without dinner, we shower together and fall into Gage’s king-sized bed. I sleep soundly in his arms until his alarm goes off at five o’clock the next morning.

Chapter Nineteen

It’s difficult to believe it’s Friday again. This week seems ages long on one hand, and then on the other has steamrolled by. It is the end of my first week with Gage, living in his condo, and working side-by-side him at corporate. At times, I am amazed I am having this experience, although I am fully aware this is not forever. Keeping that fact squarely in my head is difficult. I try hard not to entertain thoughts of anything past today, because Gage has set the parameters, and it is perfectly clear what we are sharing right now is only for
right now.

Of course, my heart dances around that notion. Leaving Gage will be difficult. I love him but know a relationship is impossible. With him, this is all I will ever have. I’ve even come to like Billings, somewhat. However, I’ll go back to Charlotte a different woman, to be sure. A stronger woman. And yes, a more sexually fulfilled woman. I can only move forward from here.

The sex, by the way, is incredible and unending. We fuck like bunnies day and night. At the condo, in his office, wherever Gage can find a moment to lift my skirt and take me, he will. And other than Gage ordering me to do what he wants, and me complying, the BDSM acts have been extremely light. I’ve found it relatively easy to be submissive to him. In fact, I believe I
prefer
sex to be this way. I don’t have to make choices, and I don’t have to think. I never liked being the aggressor anyway, and being submissive gives me an out. I willingly do what I am told.

But I sense Gage is ready to up the ante. I know the kind of sex we are having will not satisfy him for long. He needs more. And from the looks of the gift I just discovered on my office chair, he’s ready to get started.

I head to the kitchen for a refill on my morning coffee and upon my return, find the red box tied up with a nice, black bow on my chair. I think the black and red are an interesting combination and smile. Mr. Dark, Sexy and Dangerous is definitely working hard to make sure any gifts he bestows upon me are not misconstrued as romantic.

Because, as I know, he doesn’t do romance. He fucks.

And quite well, I might add.

Nevertheless, I’m eager to see what is in the red box. The black envelope tucked underneath the ribbon has my name scrolled across it in white. The small card inside has the same white script and simply reads, “Put this on. Wear it all day.”

I lift the lid and find a pair of panties. Unusual, I think, because Gage forbids panties, until I lift them out of the box. “Oh!” I drop them and run to close and lock my office door.

Back to the box. I pull the panties out again and find embedded into the crotch, a cock-shaped dildo.

Oh my.

My desk phone rings. I glance and see that it is Gage. “Hello?”

“How do you like your gift?” His voice is low and soft, seductive.

“Well, I’m a little speechless.”

“Turn on your webcam and let me watch you put it on.”

“Goodness, Gage. Here?”

“Yes. Do it, Emma.”

“Yes, Sir.”

With a couple of clicks, my webcam is on and I’m connected with Gage’s. His drop-dead sexy, devilish face looks back at me.

“Why so serious?” I ask.

“Because I’m serious about you putting on those panties.”

I roll my eyes. “I should probably clean it first, don’t you think?”

“I took care of that.”

“Oh. Well, then…” I pick up the panties and finger the dildo. “I don’t know. This is a lot smaller than what I’m used to. Do you think I’ll even feel it?” I look at him with a pouty question on my face.

“I assure you, you will feel it, Emma. We have a staff meeting in five minutes. Move it.”

“Yes, Sir.” I step into the panties and pull them up to my thighs.

“Lift your dress so that I can see.”

“Okay.” I do and wiggle the panties up closer to my hips then reach for the little cock and insert it.

“I wish I was there to help you with that, but I have to admit I like watching.”

I glance up to smirk. “Of course you do.”

He laughs. “Put it all the way in, Emma.”

I find that getting the little cock started in, and then pulling up the panties the rest of the way helps. The silicone is flexible and even though I was kidding about it being small, I love the way it makes my pussy feel full. Plus, the angle is…stimulating. “There,” I tell him. I notice there is also a little shield that fits snug against my clit.

He smiles. “How does it feel?”

“Interesting. I hope I can sit with it on.”

“You will. Wear it until we get home.”

I stare at him. “I might have to pee.”

“Well, of course.”

“Shew.”

“Oh, and Emma?”

“Yes.”

“One more thing.” He picks up his smart phone. “It does this.”

He slides his finger across the phone and immediately the play cock inside me starts to vibrate.
Crickets!
Then I watch Gage tap-tap-tap the phone and the little nub sitting at my clit also vibrates. Tap. Tap. Tap.

“Oh! God, Gage!”

He gives me that half-serious, devilish smile again. “I’ll see you in the conference room in two minutes.” Then he gets up and shuts off his cam. The vibrating stops.

Dammit!
I have to wear this thing and discuss our new security policy with him and that remote control in the room?

No time to think. I grab my folder and planner and make my way toward the conference room, all the while feeling deliciously sexy and wicked knowing that I’m wearing panties that could explode at any second.

Nothing like a damn ticking clock.

****

The conference room holds exactly fourteen people. Six chairs on one side of the table, six on the other. One chair at the head, and another at the foot. I find myself in the awkward position of being the last person to arrive to the meeting, thus sitting in the only chair left in the room—at the foot, opposite Gage at the head.

Not to mention this is my very first staff meeting and most of the folks here I have yet to meet. I’m assuming they are all upper management, and all report to Gage—like me. Well, I hope not like me in
all
ways.

I smile and take the seat, slowly easing myself down and perching on the edge until I see how this contraption in my pussy is going to feel. Okay, all right. It’s flexible. Full. Sexy.

Decadent.

So far so good. Still, I sit close to the edge, cross my legs.

Gage leads the meeting.

First order of business: He introduces me to those I haven’t met and everyone does a quick round of introductions. Gage asks me to share a little about myself and I’m very brief. After all, there is not a lot to share professionally. I explain I’ve just graduated with my MBA, and I’m looking forward to learning from all of them in my first professional experience.

I glance from face to face and smile, and am happy to see a few smiles back, along with a few blank faces. I relax a little until Gage gives me a brief jolt to my clit.

“Um!” I jump a little. “I’m just so excited to be here.”

I look at Gage. He gives me that damn smile back. “We are all excited you are here, Ms. Lavender. I’m sure you will bring a lot of fresh ideas and youthful exuberance to our company.”

I glance about the room and wonder if any of them realize what is going on between Gage and me. “Thank you, Mr. Parker.”

He stares at me.

I bite my lip. “Sir.”

He half-smiles and sits back. “Okay, on with the rest of the agenda.”

I check off each agenda item as it passes and am beginning to breathe a sigh of relief as we near the end of the meeting. My name or the security policy is not on the agenda, so I am assuming Gage has decided to hold off talking about that until next time.

Then I hear him say, “One additional item.” My head jerks up, and I connect with his eyes. “Ms. Lavender is going to brief us on the new proposed security policy.”

I shuffle my notes. “Yes. Let me just…”

Gage delivers another quick jolt to my clit. Dammit. Can he pinpoint which part of these magic panties he controls?

I ignore best I can and figure the thing to do is talk fast and get this over with.

“Yes.” I glance up, not at Gage. “Due to some recent issues with non-staff and guests wandering up to the twenty-second floor, plus the recent nationwide concerns of random acts of terrorism and workplace shootings, a new security system has been installed on this floor, which provides us with a secure floor no one can enter without a key card. Key cards will be delivered to all staff this afternoon with instructions.”

My gaze skims Gage, and I notice him fiddling with his phone. Crap.

Suddenly, my anus feels warm. Very warm. Then a soft purring vibration tickles me in that area. Can anyone hear that?

I split the stack of papers I have into two and hand one to my right, the other to my left. “The policy is going around the table. You’ll see that we have decided to prepare some protocol concerning how guests or visitors will be admitted to the floor, when needed. We think a short meeting later this afternoon with all corporate staff will be sufficient to share the details.”

The warmth and vibration spreads from my anus to my vagina. I squirm a little in my seat. So far, I can handle this.

“We have also included protocol concerning when staff can and cannot use their key cards, and the details about the change-over from our old security system.”

More heat. Increased vibration running laps from my anus to my clit. Good golly…

“If you please,” I pant a little and then reach for the glass of water in front of me and take a sip, trying to center myself before moving on, “if you could take a moment to review these brief paragraphs and the steps involved, then let me know if you have questions, or if you think of an issue we have not addressed. I can still make changes before the meeting if necessary.”

I’m not sure anything I am saying is making sense.

The twelve of them begin to read over the information. I look at Gage, who isn’t. His gaze is locked on me and his finger poised over his smart phone lying flat on the table.
Look at me
, he mouths.

I do. His finger swipes at the cell phone screen.

The heat everywhere intensifies. My eyes flutter closed and then open back up. The vibrating cock kicks up a notch. Then more. I cross my legs tighter and clench. Still sitting on the edge of the seat, I attempt to press my foot into the floor in order to control my shaking leg.

The bud of an orgasm builds inside me. I look at Gage and mouth,
Please.

Then he hits my clit and the intensity of the vibrations increase. I’m one tremoring mass of flesh, and all I want is to close my eyes and come. I can’t believe how powerful and quick the orgasmic sensations are building inside me.

He swipes again and everything—heat, vibrations, penetration—increases.

I slap my planner shut and blurt out, “Chicken!”

Gage pushes something on the phone and all sensation ceases. Every staff member looks my way. Panting, I glance at my watch, and the words rush out. “It’s almost lunch time and I hear there is an incredible chicken dish in the restaurant today. Since I’m the new kid on the block, lunch is on me. Enjoy and get back with me about the policy by two o’clock.”

I stand on shaking legs and begin to make my way to the door.

“Ms. Lavender, stop.” Gage says. “Everyone else enjoy your lunch. Now.”

I stand perfectly still, on the edge of implosion. They all file out quickly, likely accustomed to Gage’s
now
order. I’m sure they all assume I am in some kind of trouble. Gage follows behind them and locks the one door to the room.

“Oh, my God, Gage!”

He shoots me a dangerously sexy look and swipes his cell phone again. Everything is back ten-fold. My panties are holding me captive. I’m surprised at the warm and delightful sensations in my butt—which is an area I’ve always shied away from during sex, and I find, shockingly, that I enjoy.

Gage reaches for his belt, unbuttons and unzips his fly, and drops his pants to the floor. I’m suddenly grateful for a windowless room.

“On your knees and come sit before me, Emma.”

I take a step and he says, “Stop.” I halt, watching his face. He’s in serious mode.

“Let me rephrase. On your knees, Emma, then come to me and sit here.” He points at the floor in front of his feet.

“Yes, Sir.” I drop to my knees where I am. He continues to point to the floor. I start to get up.

“On your knees. Crawl, Emma.”

“Oh.” I get it now. On all fours, I crawl toward him. This act adjusts the angle of the cock in my panties and shifts the vibrations. My thighs quiver a little. I reach him and sit on my heels.

“Face up. Look at me. Hands palm up on your thighs.”