Tracy would have to be blind not to notice the way Mr. Hayes perked up. "Jenna?"
"Yes, Jenna.” James stopped rubbing the bridge of his nose and actually smiled. “She's recently graduated college with a degree in business and is looking for employment. Rumor has it she's not interested in working for her father's company at all. She could be an asset. Her family and yours working together are quite powerful.”
What was this? Tracy thought. This sounded like the Dark Ages, like the king of Spain should marry the princess of France to secure a treaty. This didn't sound like something that should happen at all.
Mr. Hayes shook his head again, as if shaking the thought of Jenna from his head. "I'll keep it in mind, James. In the meantime, I'd like you to schedule Ms. Collins some time for a dress fitting. We'll need her looking her best for the gala," Mr. Hayes said, looking over at her.
Tracy liked the way Mr. Hayes looked at her. His eyes seemed to glow with passion whenever he glanced her way. She liked how he looked too. For his fitting, he had stripped down to his briefs and undershirt. Tracy could clearly see the way how muscular his legs were, and she thought, with lust, of how those muscles ran into a v-shape at his loins...
"Do you want that dress fitting done tonight?" James asked. He was back to rubbing at his forehead again.
"No," Mr. Hayes said, a devilish grin crossing his face as he looked at Tracy staring at him. "I have other plans for today. Make it a couple days from now."
"Yes, sir," James said, and left the room. Soon afterward, the tailor finished as well. Mr. Hayes watched as he left the room, then strode over to Tracy and kissed her. She smiled and returned the kiss.
"I have a business meeting in seventeen minutes,” Mr. Hayes informed her. “You're more important than the meeting, but I should call ahead if I'm going to be late."
"And why, Mr. Hayes, would you be late?" Tracy asked teasingly between kisses. The man was an excellent kisser.
"Well, I wanted to show you exactly who I'd like to go to the dance with," he replied. His eyes were dark with desire.
Tracy looked thoughtful. "Gee, I'm not sure if Jenna Tice can make it here in seventeen minutes." Hayes looked hurt for a moment, so Tracy went on. "I, on the other hand, will be more than happy to let you apologize for wanting to see her."
Hayes gave her a smile, but it was strained. "Don't let it turn into this. John Tice is an old friend of mine. This company would not exist, and I literally would not be the man I am today, if not for him. It would be my privilege to escort his daughter around at the company charity fundraiser. She doesn't hold a candle to you. You're more of a woman than she'll ever be. You're the one that I want to please."
Tracy couldn't help but smile. She knew the words were true, but it was always nice to hear them. She leaned in and whispered in his ear, "Then please me."
Hayes grabbed his cell phone out of his pocket and dialed a number. "James? I'm going to run a little over with some damage control. Hand out the packets and let everyone know to have the details on page six memorized by the time I get there." He hung up without waiting for a response and threw his cell phone back in his pocket.
"Damage control? Is that code for some depraved sexual act?" Tracy asked teasingly.
Mr. Hayes looked at her with a smirk. "Why? What did you have in mind?"
Tracy knew exactly what she had in mind. "Wait here," she commanded. She turned around and sashayed over to his desk. When she got there, she lifted her hands under her skirt. It was a knee-length business skirt, nothing special, but she knew he still found it extremely sexy on her. She found her panties and made an exaggerated motion of pulling them down, bending down until her hands were touching the floor. She stepped out of her panties and turned to face him. She sat on his desk and crossed her legs.
"Now, what were you saying about wanting to please me?"
Hayes strode across the room, obviously quite eager to please her in his own way. He was about two feet in front of her when Tracy suddenly yelled, "Stop!" He froze in his tracks. Tracy kicked off her pumps, revealing her bare feet. "Start there."
Hayes fell to his knees and took a foot in his hand. He lovingly kissed the top of her foot, before moving up to her ankle. He switched back and forth between legs as his kisses crawled higher and higher. Tracy started to feel herself moisten as his strong hands began wandering further and further up. He gently pulled Tracy's legs apart as far as the knee-length skirt would allow. As he moved past her knees, his fingers attempted to pull the fabric up. Tracy lifted herself up off the desk, and his fingers brought the skirt up to her waist. His fingernails rubbed her nicely as they ran back down to where he was kissing.
Now that she was no longer restricted by the skirt, she spread her legs completely. She moved her ass to the very edge of the desk, baring her sex for him to see. He lifted her right leg and ran his tongue up the inside of her thigh, moving closer and closer to his goal. Her breath began to get heavy as he approached her sweet spot.
She anticipated the feeling of Mr. Hayes' expert tongue giving her pleasure, and she leaned back across her desk, propping herself up on her elbows. The billionaire inched his way up, savoring the taste of her thighs. When he reached her sweet slit, he slowly encircled it, like a shark circling his prey. Tracy's hands went to her breasts through her blouse, her fingers touching her nipples lightly.
Hayes touched his tongue to the bottom of her pussy, right by her opening. Tracy gasped, and he began to lick it with all the fervor of a man in the desert at an oasis. She could feel the hairs of his five o'clock shadow tickling her all around her pussy. Tracy always enjoyed this, but she knew what it led to every time. This time, she decided to let him hurry his way along so that he could get to his meeting. She moved her hand to his hair, pulling him upward. The feeling it gave her to control a billionaire's actions was empowering.
He took the hint immediately, going to work on her clit. His tongue flicked in and out of his mouth like a snake's, and with every touch, she found the muscles of her inner thigh twitching with pleasure. She no longer even felt the tickling sensation of his beard, as it faded away with all the other sensations in her body. It was as if she were an extension of her clitoris, only feeling what it felt.
She was climbing towards orgasm fast, unable to slow her climb towards infinity. She let out a series of loud gasps as her toes curled and her fists clenched. She fell off her elbows and laid all the way back on the desk. She arched her hips and closed her eyes as the first wave of her orgasm hit. Hayes kept mercilessly licking at her clit as her muscles shook all over her body. She squeezed her eyes so tightly shut that she saw stars.
Finally, Hayes slowed the pace of his tongue, and she crashed back down to Earth. She let out a sigh of pleasure as he pulled away from her. She watched as he quickly unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. She knew what he had in mind.
As he moved in towards her, she propped herself back up and grabbed onto his cock. She caught it just in time; the head of his cock was already nestled in her labia. He looked at her quizzically.
She smiled at him. "You didn't think I'd actually reward you for your sinful thoughts, did you?"
He looked fiercely at her, a brief look of rage on his face. He continued to push, and Tracy briefly considered letting him, letting his cock fill her completely. She managed to hold fast.