WMIS 01.5 Under The Mistletoe With Me (10 page)

 “Oh, God.”
My body bows off the soft sheets as he slips two fingers into my pussy, and his
thumb gently circles my clitoris.

“Oh, you
are so wet. And so fucking tight. Jesus, how long has it been for you honey?”

Really?
He wants to know this now?

“Longer
than I care to think about,” I respond and lift my hips up into his hand.
Oh,
God, what this man can do with his hands!

“Shit, I
want you. I’ve wanted you since I first laid eyes on you.” His lips find mine,
demanding and probing, licking and sucking, his tongue mirroring what his
delicious fingers are doing down south, and I’m completely swept away. I’ve
wanted him just as long.

“We
shouldn’t do this,” I whisper unconvincingly.

“Why not?”
He whispers back.

“Because…
Oh, God, yes right there.” My hips are circling and I skim my hands down to his
ass. His hard, muscular, oh-so-sexy ass.

“You were
saying?” He’s nibbling down my neck.

“We could
both be fired. No frat policy.”

“I don’t
give a fuck about anyone’s policy right now.” His lips close over my nipple,
and I lose all conscious thought. Nate licks and sucks his way down my belly,
paying close attention to my navel, before heading farther south, kissing my
freshly waxed – thank God! – pubis and finally planting that tongue right
there.

“Fuck!” My
hips buck up off the bed and I feel him grin before he pulls his fingers out of
me, spreads my thighs wider and kisses me, deeply, his tongue pushing and
swirling through my folds and inside me. I push my fingers into that glorious
thick hair and hang on, and when I think I just can’t take any more, he licks
up to my clit and pushes a finger inside me, making a “come here” motion and I
come undone, shuddering and digging my heels into the mattress, pushing my
pussy against Nate’s skilled mouth.

As I surface
back to Planet Earth, I hear Nate rip open a foil packet and he is kissing his
way back up my body, sucking on each nipple, and then kisses me. I can taste
myself on his lips and I moan, wrapping my legs around his hips, lifting my
pelvis, ready for him to fill me, but he doesn’t. He’s just braced on his hands
above me, his cock cradled between my thighs. His breathing is ragged, and I
wish with all my might that we’d turned on the lights so I can see his gray
eyes.

“Nate, I
want you.”

“I know.”

“Now, damnit.”

“You are
so fucking hot,” he whispers and lowers himself to brush his lips on my
forehead.

“Inside
me.” I reach between us and grab his erection.
Holy hell, he’s hung.
He’s hard and smooth, and he hasn’t rolled the condom on yet. I pull up the length
of him, to the tip, and … “Holy, shit, what is that?”

He
chuckles, and leans down to gently kiss me. “It’s an apa,” he whispers.

There is a
metal bar with two small balls, one at the top and one on the underside, in the
end of his penis, and I’m completely thrown. Nate, my suit-wearing,
conservative-looking except for the long hair thing boss has his
penis
pierced
?

“A
what-a?” My fingers trace it, and then I run my forefinger around the tip of
him and he sucks in a breath through his teeth.

“An
apadravya. Fuck, honey.”

“Why would
you get this?” I ask, unexpectedly turned on and curious.
I wish I could see
it!

“You’re
about to find out.” I hear the smile in his voice and then feel him reach
between us and roll the condom down his impressive length. He kisses me again,
more urgently, and buries his hands in my blonde hair. I raise my hips and feel
the tip –
and those metal balls –
at my entrance, and he slowly, oh so
slowly, eases inside me.

Oh. My.
God.

I can feel
the metal rub against the walls of my vagina, all the way deep inside me, and
he stops, buried in me, his mouth continuing to move over my own.

“Fuck, I
love how tight you are.” His words make me squeeze him, and hold him, my legs
wrapped around his lean hips, hands in that glorious hair.

He starts
to move his hips, sliding in and out of me, and the sensation is unlike any
I’ve ever known. I feel the metal, his impressive cock, his mouth is doing
crazy things to mine, and I feel my body quicken as a thin coat of sweat covers
me. He picks up the pace, and rotates his hips, just enough to make me
completely lose my mind.

“Come on
honey, let go.” And I do, violently. I cry out as Nate pushes into me, harder,
once and twice, and then succumbs to his own release.

“Oh,
Fuck!”

***

I just
fucked my boss.

Nate pulls
out of me and pulls the condom off, then tosses it on the floor beside the bed.

“Are you
okay?” he asks.

No.
“Yes.”

“Do you
need anything?” He runs his fingers down my cheek, and I again wish that the
lights were on, yet I don’t because I’m now feeling shy, and I never feel shy.
His voice is distant, like he doesn’t quite know what to do with me now, and to
be honest, I don’t know what to do with me either.

“No, thank
you.”

Oh,
God, what did I just do?
I just had to have the most mind-blowingly fantastic
sex of my life with the one man in the world that I just can’t have. When he
asked me to join him for a drink here at his place after dinner out with
colleagues, I should have said no, but I couldn’t. I’ve wanted to get my hands
on him from day one, but our company has a very strict no fraternization
policy, and I’ve had a long-standing policy of my own:  no fucking co-workers.

And yet,
here I am, blissfully sated, and not just a little ashamed in my sexy boss’s
bed in his swanky thirty-floor apartment.

Fuck.

“Do you
want me to turn the lights on?” Nate asks and starts to move away from me, but
I put my hand out, gripping his arm to stop him.

“No, it’s
fine.”

“You don’t
sound like yourself. Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m fine.
Tired, probably too much wine.” Those two glasses that I sipped while drinking
in Nate’s deliciousness have definitely not affected my head, but it’s the only
excuse I have. We’re acting weird with each other now, and I hate it. I don’t
know what I expected, I don’t know him that well. He’s always been professional
and polite, and until tonight I had no idea that he found me the least bit
attractive.

He’s got a
very convincing poker face.

Nate
kisses my forehead and pulls the covers over us, then turns me away from him
and curls up behind me.

“Go to
sleep. We’ll talk in the morning.”

Talk? Talk
about what?

I don’t
answer, I just lie still and wait until his breathing evens out, then wait
another ten minutes to make sure he’s asleep. I carefully slip out from under
his heavy arm – Jeez, he’s muscular! Those suits he wears are very deceiving. I
fumble my way to the wall, praying I don’t trip and fall on my ass, waking him
up and follow it to the doorway. Turning on the hall light, I gather my clothes
quickly and dress, grab my purse from Nate’s large, professionally decorated,
gorgeous living room, and leave.

I call a
cab from the lobby of the prestigious downtown Seattle condo building and wait
for my ride back to the parking garage of our office building so I can get my
own car.

When I
finally get home to the house I share on Alki Beach with my best friend,
Natalie, I see a strange Lexus convertible in the driveway and lights coming
from the kitchen at the back of the house.

“Natalie?”

“In the
kitchen!”

“Do you
have company?” I am so not in the mood to meet Nat’s new friend.

“Yeah,”
she calls back.

“I’ll see
you tomorrow, I’m going to bed.” I climb the stairs to my bedroom, closing the
door behind me and take a long, hot shower. My skin is still sensitive from my
romp in Nate’s bed, and his scent clings to me, all clean and musky and sexy,
and I can’t help but regret leaving just a little. Perhaps there could have
been more fun during the night before the harsh light of day settled in.

And along
with it, The Talk.

No,
thank you.

I really
don’t need to have Nate spell out all the reasons why this was a one night
indiscretion. I certainly don’t think I can handle the awkwardness of the
morning after. It’s better to just pretend like it never happened, and get back
to business as usual.

I pull on
pink panties and a white cami and pull my phone out of my purse on my way to
bed. There are no messages or texts.

He’s
probably as relieved I left as I am.

I lie
awake all night, trying to figure out what I’m going to say when I call in sick
at work tomorrow.

FIGHT WITH
ME, Book Two in the With Me In Seattle series, releases January 4, 2013!