Naked (The Blackstone Affair 1)

She looked me over pretty thoroughly before getting up from her desk. “Oh he’s expecting you, Miss Bennett. I’ll take you back through to his office.” She smiled as she held the door for me. “I hope you like Chinese.”

I followed her and dismissed the comment, but not because I didn’t want to answer, but because everyone was watching us. Every head at every workstation turned in our direction and stared. I wanted to sink through a crack in the floor and hide. That would be after I killed Ethan. What the hell had he done? Announced in a mass email that his girlfriend was stopping by to give him a blow job in his office? I felt my face heat up as I followed the cute receptionist who did indeed have an engagement ring on her left hand. I probably only noticed because I refused to look up at all those faces. “Wow…quite a welcome wagon you’ve got here,” I muttered.

“Don’t worry, they’re just curious to see who’s got the boss’s attention is all. I’m Elaina by the way.”

“Brynne,” I said. She stopped and knocked on a magnificent set of ebony double doors before entering.

“And this is Frances, Mr. Blackstone’s assistant. Frances, Miss Bennett has arrived.”

“Thank you, Elaina,” Frances smiled and addressed me. “Miss Bennett, it is a pleasure to meet you.” She extended her hand and shook firmly. I wondered if it was very bad to love the fact that Ethan’s personal assistant was probably older than my mother and a fan of polyester suits. My insecurity meter shot down a few notches as I smiled back at Frances. Still, she was kind and confident as the ruler of her domain when she pointed to the second set of doors. “Please go on in, dear. He’s been waiting for you.”

I opened the heavy looking door that was so smooth my pinky could have pushed it, and fled inside to Ethan’s office. I shut the thing and collapsed against it, seeking him with my eyes closed and finding him with my nose.

“That’s right. Keep on with what you’re doing. Yes. I want hourly reports when you’re in the field. Protocol...” He was on the phone with somebody. I opened my eyes and watched him from my post against his office door. So confident and beautiful in his dark grey pinstripe. And low and behold, another purple tie! This one so dark it was nearly black, but man did it look good on him. He ended the call and looked over at me. I felt the door click against my back. He grinned with one eyebrow up. I glared back at him.

“All those people staring at me, Ethan! What did you do, send an email to the whole frickin’ office?”

“Come over here and sit on my lap.” He pushed back from his big desk and made room for me. No reaction to my accusation whatsoever. Just a confident demand out of that beautiful mouth that I come over to him immediately.

Well I did it. I marched my red boots over to him and plopped down as ordered. He put his arms around me and tugged me into his body for a kiss. It helped my mood considerably.

“I might have let it slip to a few that you were coming to see me.” He pushed a hand up my thigh and under my skirt, his temperature hot to my feeling. “Don’t be mad at me. You took forever to get here and I had to keep checking up front with Elaina to see if you’d arrived.”

“Ethan? What are you doing?” I murmured against his lips as his hand kept trailing those long fingers toward their destination. He forced my legs to part so he could get up in between them to my pussy.

“Just touching what’s mine, baby.” He traced my folds through the red lace panties I’d worn and then pushed the material aside.

I flexed my muscles in anticipation and panted harder. “How many times did you go out to check for me?”

“Only a few…four or five.” His finger found my clit and starting rubbing circles over the now slick bundle of nerves, making me incoherent as usual.

“That’s a lot of times, Ethan…” I barely got the words out I was so captured by the pleasure going on from his magic fingers. I opened my legs a little wider and rode his hand. “The door—”

“—is locked, baby. Don’t think about anything but me and what I’m doing.” Ethan gripped me hard with one hand and captive with the other. There was nothing for me to do but focus on where he was taking me. He switched to his thumb and rubbed a little harder. Two fingers entered on a slick slide and started stroking. “You’re so fucking wet for me.” He slammed his mouth onto mine and claimed that too.

I cried out as I came atop Ethan’s lap with his fingers inside my pussy and his tongue in my mouth, totally overcome and dominated. And very satisfied. He held me firmly like he was afraid I would try to leave, but he needn’t have worried.

I breathed deeply, the sensations still filtering through my bloodstream as I tried to process his effect on me. I had no self-control around Ethan. None.

I looked at him when I could manage it and got drilled by those incredibly blue eyes of his. “Your hand must be

a mess,” I said, knowing what he’d said was true. I was soaking wet.

He grinned naughtily and wiggled his fingers still inside me. “I love precisely where my hand is right now. I wish it was this though.” He thrust his cock up against my ass and I didn’t doubt he did. I could feel how hard he was and shivered.

“But—we’re in—it’s your office.”

“I know, but that door is locked and nobody can see in here. We’re totally private.” He nuzzled my neck and whispered, “Just you and me.”

I moved to get off him but he held me firm, a flicker of displeasure crossing his eyes. I tried again and he let me go this time. I slid to the floor to my knees and faced his crotch, my body mostly hidden behind his desk. I put my hands over his erection and pressed. I looked up at him and saw the look of want and desire in his eyes and knew what I needed to do. “Ethan…I want to suck—”

“Yes!” It was all the direction I needed. I unbuckled and unzipped and uncovered my prize. God he had a beautiful penis. Ethan hissed when I took him in hand and licked the tip, loving the salty taste of his flesh. I pulled back and looked some more. This thing had been inside me—a few times—and I’d never really gotten a good look. He was big and hard and smooth as velvet. I stroked him up the length and smiled up at him. He was biting his lip and staring down at me like he could snap in two with the slightest pressure.

“You’re perfect,” I murmured, and then I closed my mouth over him and drew his beautiful pink cock into me. Ethan gripped the chair and thrust to the back of my throat. I worked him good, stroking with my hand and sucking him deep into my mouth. With my tongue, I flicked over the big vein that fed his erection and heard him groan. I didn’t stop my pace or where I was going with this. It would be all-the-way-to-the-finish-line with me and I intended to get my way.

He must have read my body language because his hands moved to my head and held me as he fucked my mouth. I took it all without gagging once and when his balls tightened up and I knew he was close, I gripped his hips hard with both hands so he couldn’t pull back.

“Oh, fuck I’m gonna go so hard!” He stiffened to iron and spilled the warm essence down the back of my throat, holding my head with two hands as he climaxed. “Jesus Christ… Brynne.” He panted out deep gulping breaths.