Fired (2 page)

Every touch of his teeth seemed to send a shock of pleasure straight to my cunt, and I fumbled his tie off and tossed it to the floor before ripping his shirt open, uncaring of the buttons.  I wanted to see him, to see if his body was as perfect as I’d imagined it, and I was not disappointed.  It was even better somehow, leaner and tighter than I’d envisioned, and I raked my fingernails down the hard muscles of his abs.  The hiss he gave made me laugh again, and he rewarded me with another hard kiss.

The elevator finally slid to a stop and the doors opened.  Richard didn’t give me a chance to react, simply picked me up and carried me into the spacious penthouse suite.  I wrapped my legs around his waist, more than happy to comply, and laughed again to think about the next passenger discovering a discarded tie and a handful of buttons.

I got a brief glimpse of the Manhattan skyline through the tall windows, but the man before me held my attention too completely for me to care about the view.  Instead I reached down to work on the button of his pants as he carried me through the apartment to the bedroom.  He finally set me down at the foot of the bed, though his hands continued to squeeze and massage my ass.

I finally managed to get the zipper down on his pants and he groaned as I shoved my hand down and took his hard cock in a tender grip.  His eyes closed and his body shivered with pleasure, hands curled around my waist as if he couldn’t concentrate on anything but the feel of my fingers wrapped around his thick manhood.  This, too, was better than I’d imagined.

“God, Regina,” he whispered, leaning to press his forehead against mine.  I felt suddenly invincible, able to bring this rich and powerful man to the very brink, and I grinned as I worked my hand up and down his long, hard shaft. 

“Take your clothes off,” I said, voice thick with desire but undeniable.  He groaned, a gutteral, animal noise, and began shoving his jacket and shirt over his shoulders.  The shirt got tangled up somehow, and with a growl he snapped the buttons at the wrist and tossed it to the floor.  “All of them,” I added more firmly, and he shoved his pants and boxers down and kicked them off.  He stood before me gloriously naked, his dick hard and fierce in my small hands, and I marveled at how utterly beautiful he was.  A sudden thought occurred to me, and his eyes flew open as I started laughing.  “Do you remember the first words you said to me this morning, Richard?”

He looked confused, and then he gave me that quiet little smile that had stolen my heart.  “Going down?” he asked, voice rough with need.

I smirked, and then slid down to my knees to take his cock into my mouth.  He hissed again as my tongue slid down the length of the shaft and then back up to circle the head, and I groaned at the spicy taste of his skin.  His hands wound into my hair as I sucked and licked him, taking him deeper and deeper into my mouth.  I tightened my lips around his girth and he growled again and gently pulled me back until his dick sprang free.  “Enough,” he whispered, leaning down to haul me to my feet and kiss me hard enough to make me dizzy. 

I didn’t even realize that he’d stripped off my shirt until he lowered his head and nibbled at the round curve of my breast.  I fumbled with the hooks of my bra, and then tossed it to the floor.  He sucked one of my nipples to a hard peak and I twisted my fingers in his dark, silver-flecked hair and whispered his name over and over.  His hands pulled off the rest of my clothes as his mouth kept me distracted, and then he lifted me up and pressed me down on the crisp white bedspread.

He bent his head and his tongue explored my warm, wet folds as he shoved my legs open wider.  I moaned and writhed on the bed, bucking against his mouth, but he just wrapped one hand around my hip and easily held me still.  His mouth slid up to my clitoris even as his other hand dipped and he slid two fingers into my swollen pussy.  My stomach tightened as I rode his hands and mouth, unable to stop the little mewling sounds I was making as my body demanded its release. 

Just when I felt the first stirrings of my climax, his fingers slowly withdrew and he pressed one last kiss to my throbbing skin.  I took a deep, shuddering breath as he slithered up the length of my body and settled himself between my thighs.  I could feel the head of his cock pressed against the entrance to my sex, and I groaned and started to thrust my hips forward but again he held me still.

“I’m yours, Regina,” he whispered, his blue eyes fierce and burning as he held my gaze.  But there was something vulnerable in it, an admission that required no answer, only acceptance.  And as his eyes held mine, he slid himself inside me so slowly I thought I would die for want of him. 

When the whole length of him was buried in me, I gasped and wrapped my legs around him, locking him in place.  “And I’m yours,” I whispered, because it was absolutely true.  It made me feel small and a little frightened - to say aloud that I was willing to give myself completely to this amazing man who I’d only really known a few short hours.  But he was everything I’d ever wanted, and I couldn’t pretend aloofness.  I wanted him, wanted his dashing smile and his rumbling laugh and his hard, lean body pressed against mine.

I got all three, and my head spun as he overloaded my senses with another blistering kiss.  And then he was moving, thrusting gently at first as my throbbing cunt adjusted to the size of him.  But it was as if our bodies were made to fit together, and we were both too hungry for each other to be gentle.  His thrusts came faster, and I matched his rhythm and pumped my hips up to meet every stroke.  I realized I was calling out his name, encouraging him to new heights and begging him to make me come, and he growled and sucked hard at my throat as he pounded into me harder and harder, our bodies reaching a frenzied point. 

Then my vision went white, and waves of pleasure broke across my body as I shrieked and clutched at Richard’s shoulders.  He gave his own hoarse cry, my pussy clamping down hard on his cock and pushing him over the edge as he sank himself to the hilt and spilled himself inside me.

We finally stilled, both of us panting and exhausted.  He groaned and slid around to his back, curling me against his side and snuggling me close to him.

“God, I’ve been wanting to do that for half a year,” he laughed, the pad of his thumb skimming across my cheek.  “I can’t even tell you,” he said, swallowing and trying to catch his breath.  “I probably
shouldn’t
tell you,” he added with a laugh, “but I can’t seem to stop myself around you.  You’re the reason I was even interested in buying that bloody company,” he said, dropping his gaze as if embarrassed to even admit it.

My mouth fell open.  “Are you serious?” I said, shocked to hear something so unbelievable.

His face flushed, and I was astounded to see that he was actually self-conscious around
me.
  “I took that first meeting as a favor to a colleague, but when I saw you I knew I had to come back.  Look, I’m good at business but I’ve never been very good at… well, talking to people,” he said with a shrug.  “You were the first woman I’d met in a long time who’d just
talk
to me, like I was a person and not this untouchable creature from another plane of existence.  You didn’t want anything from me, and each time we spoke I felt as if I knew you a little bit better.  And I wanted to know you even more,” he breathed, touching his forehead to mine for a moment before anxiously looking into my face.  “I’m trying very hard not to sound creepy, but I know I’m not doing a very good job of it,” he chuckled.  “I don’t know how else to say it.  I’ve been drawn to you, Regina.  I’m absolutely mad about you.  I didn’t know what else to do.”

As impossible as it was to believe, the truth of it was written plain as day across his beautiful face.  I lifted my hands to trace the curve of his lip, trying to get my heart to stop pounding so I could think for a moment.  But it wouldn’t, and I suddenly realized that I didn’t
want
to think about this until I convinced myself it wasn’t true.  I wanted it to be true.  I wanted
him.

I smoothed my palms down the hard planes of his chest and shook my head.  “You could have
said
something, Richard,” I drawled, a teasing smile touching one corner of my mouth.  “You didn’t have to buy a damned company to get me to go out with you.”

His gaze nervously searched my face until he found the smile tucked away, and then he heaved a sigh of relief as his bright grin burst across his lips.  With a triumphant laugh he pulled me back into his arms.  His lips found mine again and it was another moment before we fell apart, breathless and giddy.

“Well,” he said, the playful light returning to his eyes, “since you’ve no plans for the rest of the week, I suppose there’s only one thing left to do.  Do you still carry that depressingly blank passport with you everywhere you go?”

I scoffed at him, blushing as I remembered that I’d shown it to him once.  He’d asked me why I carried around a passport I’d never used, and I’d told him that I liked to be prepared for surprises.  “Don’t be mean,” I teased.

He could tell by my reaction that the answer was yes, and his grin got somehow brighter.  “In that case, you should really decide which museum you’d like to see first, my dear.  My plane leaves for Europe in a few hours.”

I stared up at him, unable to comprehend what he was saying.  This beautiful, brilliant man that I’d been secretly fantasizing about for months had just confessed that he was crazy about me, and then offered to make my most cherished dreams come true.  My hands shook as I pulled him down for a soft, careful kiss.

“Our
plane, dear,” I whispered, and was rewarded with his delighted laughter.

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