Hot Proposition Published by LB James at Smashwords Copyright 2012 LB James “Your rule about sleeping with a co-worker doesn't apply when you're out of state,” Samantha Peters commented, taking a sip of her cranberry vodka. We sat at high stools in the restaurant's bar area, which overlooked the dining tables. A wall of glass offered spectacular views of Washington, DC's famous sites. The sun had just set, the sky ranging in colors from black to a burnt orange, the Washington Monument glowing brightly. “Everybody knows crossing state lines null and voids that rule.” She eyed me over her glass, one eyebrow raised, daring me to contradict. “You're my executive assistant, not my love-life coach,” I replied. “You might be my boss, but you're my friend first, and I say you need to get laid.” It seemed, after hours on our business trip to DC, with work done for the day, Samantha wanted to tackle my personal life—my sex life, more specifically. My non-existent sex life. I gave her a pointed stare as I stirred my gin and tonic with the little drink stirrer, ice clinking in the glass. I crossed my legs and the knee length pencil skirt slid a demure inch up my thigh. “I love how you bend the rules to suit the situation.” My heart rate kicked up a notch, my blood thickened at the very mention of getting laid. I squeezed my thighs together trying to dull the thrumming ache that always started in my pussy when my mind shifted to Cole Porter. The man I secretly dreamed of, longed for in the late, lonely hours of the night. The man whose voice scraped over my senses like tumbling rocks. Just one look at his stubble lined jaw had my sensitive nipples tightening, imagining the rough texture against the very tips. Whose incredible height made me feel small and feminine, willing to submit to his every demand. Only Cole would do to assuage the fires that built by just a glimpse. Whenever he was in the same room, for a meeting or quick security update, it was hard to focus and stay on task. His blue eyes would meet mine briefly across the room, across a conference table. I'd read something in them that was just for me, a glimpse at the man behind the professional facade. A glance that screamed....more. More than just colleagues, more than professional associates. It read he wanted to rip down the cool, corporate shield I wore as crisply as my business suits and discover the hot blooded woman beneath. Each time he pierced me with his gaze, my inner muscles tightened, pulsed for his touch. My usual steel trap mind turned to the brain of a flaky teenager with just one whiff of his woodsy cologne that circled a conference room, or my office, entangling me in his thrall without even trying. If my body succumbed to him in such carnal ways by just a look, just a hint of his scent, I could only imagine what it would be like when his lips met mine, his hands stroked over my heated flesh, his mouth lowered to my center. One slide of his hot tongue on my clit would bring me to instant climax. My lusty imaginings aside, Cole was always completely professional. Nothing had occurred that was the least untoward, nothing that would indicate there was anything more to our business relationship for anyone in the office to see. No brush of hand, no sexual innuendo, not even an invitation for drinks. Not a blip on anyone's radar at work to indicate that either of us wanted something more. Except Samantha. Somehow she'd seen the signs, picked up on the electrical storm of attraction that arced between us. I furtively watched the man who could fulfill my every desire across the restaurant. Cole sat at a table with several other co-workers, having drinks and dinner after a day-long power-pitch to a potential new client. Negotiations followed and because the deal had closed successfully, celebrating was in order. It appeared from the smiling faces of my employees, they had the last well under way. “You've got to bend the rules sometime,” Samantha continued. She smiled at the bartender who delivered an appetizer and placed it between us on the bar. “No, I don't. Besides, I don't have time,” I replied, being evasive. Scooping spinach dip onto my plate kept me from having to look her in the eye. Dreaming after the man was one thing, but my nerves fluttered, my palms sweat and I felt vulnerable and insecure at the very idea of confronting Cole about anything that wasn't business related. How did you approach a man and tell him your panties got wet every time he turned his baby blue eyes in your direction? I was the head of a multimillion dollar company. I didn't flinch when a negotiation went south or a conflict with Japanese diplomats turned political. But Cole Porter could strip my defenses. With just one look, there was no doubt Cole saw me not as his boss, but as a woman. No man had done that since...ever. There had been men in my life, men who I thought I'd loved, men who I knew I didn't love at all, men who I just needed to warm my bed. There was only one man I wanted to warm my bed now, or anywhere else he'd have me, and maybe even to love. For some strange reason, my heart thought Cole was the man. My body wanted to make time to get Cole into my bed, take off his clothes one layer at a time like a Christmas present, but my mind balked at every opportunity, making rules like not getting involved with employees. It was a great way to keep him at a distance. And everyone else in my life. But work was my life and I had a strict rule of not mixing business with pleasure. Cole had been a consultant with the company for three months, handling security that came along with the just approved defense contract. Because of the high-end technical skills my company offered, it was crucial to maintain the safety of the intellectual property, and more importantly, my employees. “Don't have time?” Samantha repeated. She seemed unbothered by what she probably considered stalling tactics. “I know your schedule inside and out. It would be true if we were back in LA, but we're not. You have nothing tonight, nothing tomorrow. The deal's done. Use the excuse of being out of town to go after him.” I took a big fortifying sip of my drink. I was a CEO, not an escort. I had no idea how to lure a man to my bed. Did I say, I want you to fuck me or Come with me, I'm going to rock your world? I internally rolled my eyes at my innate ability to be completely, certifiably unsexy. Samantha waggled her eyebrows and smiled as she sipped her drink. “We could've sat with them, you know.” She tilted her head toward the rest of the team. I shrugged my shoulders nervously. “We got here late. Didn't make sense to disturb their meal.” “You're the boss! You can do whatever you want.” I pointed my fork at her. “Exactly. I'm the boss. No one wants to have dinner with their boss.” No one wants to have sex with their boss. “I want to have dinner with you,” Samantha replied. “You're getting off track. We're three time zones away from home. How much further can you get?” Bora Bora, perhaps? “Go after him. He's tall, gorgeous, smart, fit, sexy. I bet he's an amazing kisser.” She looked off dreamily. I looked at her funny. “What? Just because I'm married doesn't mean I can't look. Take what I know you want.” I scooped some spinach dip onto a toast tip. “Go after him? I don't know who you're talking about,” I said, and even I heard the snippiness in my voice. “Oh, please. It's like Fourth of July fireworks between you and Cole.” I choked on my appetizer. After a sip of my drink, I stared at her, stunned. “How on earth can you tell that? I have never done anything unprofessional at work, and I'd like to assume neither has he. Did he say something to you?” I mentally groaned. “Or someone else?” Samantha placed her hand on mine for a moment. Gave it a little pat. “Of course not. I wasn't suggesting anything like that. Besides, he doesn't seem like the kind of guy to kiss and tell. But come on, the way he looks at you, wow. He seeks you out when he comes into a meeting. You can't miss it.” She smiled, shook her head. “I know you too well not to see your reaction to the man. Come on, he's hot—and super sexy.” She winked. “You've already said that,” I grumbled. I was uncomfortable with her bringing my fears to light. I wanted him. But should I, no make that could I, go after him? “Just do it. I know you want him.” She tipped her head toward the dining area where Cole sat. I placed my forehead in the palm of my hand, groaned at what I hadn't been able to hide from her. “Am I that obvious?” I replied weakly, hoping upon hope Cole hadn't noticed, too. With his blue eyes, dark hair, Cole was the epitome of the term Black Irish. He always filled out his suits to perfection, and whenever he didn't wear a jacket, his dress shirt fit snugly across very appealing, very hard muscles. Even now, having dinner with his co-workers, with his tie loose and the top button of his shirt undone, I wanted him so much my pussy all but wept for him. My panties were damp with need, clung to my swollen folds. I wanted to continue to undo the buttons down the front of his shirt, exposing his flat stomach, run my nails over his hot skin. Put my mouth on his.... “Of course not. You've got nerves of steel.” “Great. I like the idea of having nerves of steel, as you put it, for work, but does a guy really want a woman like that? A woman who has balls in the boardroom?” “Balls in the boardroom, but a pussy in her panties.” My mouth fell open at her blunt words. “The only man who matters is Cole. And he wants you any way he can. He's looking at you,” she said, leaning in. I darted a glance to his table. Sure enough, his gaze was on me. Something flared in his eyes, a brightness that wasn't there a moment ago, something I'd like to think was a look just for me. He turned his head to respond to someone sitting across from him. The connection was broken, but the sultry heat thickening my blood like syrup lingered, softened me to requited desire. My nipples were hard tight points against my lacy bra at just one glance. Did he really want me? My body certainly wanted him. I took a sip of my drink to cool down. To stop and remember it was not smart, no, downright stupid, to take a man from work to bed, no matter how smoking hot he was. *** I left Samantha in the lobby. She to join some friends from work to hear some jazz at a nearby club, me to tackle a mountain of work still left unfinished. Exhaustion threatened my sixty hours a week ethic. But I had paperwork to read through, calls to return, probably a long list of emails that needed a reply. Who was I kidding? Sleep could come on the long plane flight back tomorrow. As I approached the bank of elevators in the lobby, my mind was focused on what client I needed to tackle first and didn't see Cole standing there until I was right in front of him. “Oh,” I gasped, frozen in place. Up close, he looked so much more virile, so much bigger. I came up to his chin in my heels. His dark hair was still neatly groomed, and I wondered what it would feel like having my fingers tangled in it. He gave me the look I'd seen across the restaurant. Up close I noticed his eyes widen imperceptibly, his jaw tighten. Were his fists clenched at his sides? There was no way I could retreat, no matter how much I wanted to make a run for it. Flee in any direction where he wasn't. The idea wasn't the least bit professional. It wasn't nice, and I was being juvenile. A ding signaled and before I could figure out my next move, Cole took a firm grip of my upper arm and led me into the deserted elevator. I turned around to face the doors as everyone does. Except for Cole. When I came around, he was right there, millimeters separated us. I looked at his stubbly chin, his strong jaw, the dark hairs peeking out the opened V of his shirt and loose tie. The doors whooshed closed, cocooning us in a small space all our own. When I took a deep breath to ease my racing heart, my breasts bumped Cole's chest. His spicy scent swirled around us, intoxicating me to his very essence beneath the cologne. His body heat pulsed into me, his full length matching mine. Cole placed one hand on the wall beside my head, leaned in so we were eye to eye. His breath was minty and sharp with a hint of beer. I was lost. I was confused. I was overwhelmed by Cole. It was as if he was like a vacuum, a black hole that pulled me into his thrall as if I had no control. At that moment, I realized I didn't. I had no control over this situation, no control over Cole's substantial power over me. And he hadn't even said a word. “Cole...I...where—” “Your room or mine?” he asked, a rough whisper against my neck. His proposition was like a zing of electricity to my very center. My woman's inner muscles clenched at his words. My heart pounded frantically like a hummingbird's wings. My tongue dashed out to lick my lower lip. Cole's eyes lowered to my mouth, his breath hissing out like a leaky tire. I straightened my shoulders trying to remain strong against his overwhelming onslaught. “You can't come in my room,” I said, hoping my voice sounded stern. Even to my ears I heard the breathless quality to my words. “Sweetheart, I'm going to come. And so are you.” My mouth fell open at his twist on my words. The doors dinged and slid wide. Grabbing my hand in his large one, he led me to his room. Standing in the deserted utilitarian hallway, Cole yanked me into him, our bodies pressed as one and lowered his mouth. The first touch of his lips brushing over mine was every torrid thing I'd dreamed about, everything I'd fantasized about for months. His mouth was not gentle, not friendly. His tongue swooped into my mouth in total possession, possession of a man over a woman at its finest. “Say it,” he said, his voice a rough whisper. “I want to hear you say it.” I lifted a hand to my swollen lips, felt them hot and tingly. “Say what?” I replied. With one kiss, I didn't know who I was anymore. Was I the wanton woman standing in the hallway with an employee or was I just a woman with a man I wanted deep inside me? “Say you want to fuck me.” I closed my eyes, my lids fluttering shut and I shook my head. Tried to clear the cottony fuzz from my brain. He leaned in close, ran his lips up my neck, his breath a tickling whisper behind my ear. “I'll start. I want to fuck you.” He nipped at my earlobe and I gasped. “Say it.” I opened my eyes, looked into his pale blue ones, saw the intensity of his need, of his mission to have me in his bed. I felt my cheeks flame. “I want you to fuck me,” I answered. Cole's pupils dilated, making his eyes darken like a stormy sea. His grasp tightened on my hand. “But I don't sleep with employees,” I whispered as I shook my head. I couldn't give in. Couldn't break the rules because I wanted him so desperately. Greedily wanted his cock pounding into me, having his pleasure seep into my very soul with his life essence. “I quit.” With those words, he slid the key card into the metal slot and pulled me into his room. *** Stunned by his words, Cole was able to get me into his room without any resistance. His room was identical to mine, except mirror image. One very large king sized bed filled the space. Turn-down service had come through, sheets folded back, a mint on the crisp white pillowcase. One lamp basked the room in a soft light. “Quit?” I asked, standing in the narrow hallway outside the bathroom. “Why would you quit?” Cole tilted my chin up to look at him, saw his shoulders shrug. “I want you more.” He walked me backward into the door, his body inches away. Lowered his mouth back to mine. Drugged me with hot kisses, the swipe of his tongue. He touched me solely with his mouth. His hands were pressed into the door by my head, pinning me in place. His dress shirt was rolled up to reveal hard muscled forearms with a sprinkling of dark hair. The only contact he made with me was his mouth. Just his mouth searing me with a brand I knew I could never forget. I wanted his big hands on me, roaming over my breasts, my belly, lower. I wriggled my body, trying to get closer, to press my aching nipples into his hard chest, but Cole was able to lean back, to deflect me. My body shivered with desperate want. His mouth alone would not do. “Cole,” I heard myself beg. I moaned when his mouth left mine. Cool air caressed my lips. “You have to tell me.” “Tell you what?” I cried. “I know you. I know you want me. No more excuses. No more buts. No more work getting in the way. I've seen it in your eyes, the way you look at me in a meeting.” I bit my lip, wet from Cole's mouth. “Yes, I've watched you, dreamed about you doing things to me. Just like this. I want you, Cole. Please.” “I've been rock hard for three months, ever since you interviewed me in that prim black skirt and silk blouse. While I was answering your questions about security clearances, all I wondered was if your stockings were held up by sexy garters. What color your panties were.” I leaned out and nipped his strong jaw. “Why don't you find out?” I asked. Cole's hand came up to flick at the top button on my blouse. Stopped. I darted my eyes up to meet his. “What?” I asked, my voice a whispery pant. “This isn't just a work fuck.” Our breaths mingled in that tiny area between us. “It's more. I know it. You know it, sweetheart.” His voice was commanding. He wanted something from me, reassurance, a bond that was more than a one night stand. “Yes, it's more. So much more.” I wanted it, too. The knowledge that this wasn't an orgasm-on-the-go. Cole smiled then. Beautiful white teeth gleaming in the dimness of the room, his mouth quirked up in that sexy way of his. Taking my hand gently in his, he led me, guided me to the bed. “I'm going to make love to you in all the ways I've imagined over the past ninety days. I'm not letting you up until I've fulfilled every one.” It was my turn to smile. The soft pleasure blossomed not in my core where most pleasure with a man emanated, but higher, around my heart. The very idea that Cole had wanted me the last few months with as much longing as I'd felt for him was like a balm to a lonely soul. His words, the obvious desire that shone in his eyes at this moment made my pussy weep for him more than I thought possible. Grasping my hips firmly, he pushed me back, distanced me from him. “Take off your clothes,” he demanded. I stood there in my suit, ready for mergers and the boardroom. Not the bedroom. Knowing his eyes were on me, watching my every move was unbelievably arousing. My hands fluttered up to my jacket, grabbed the lapels and slid it from my shoulders, let it drop to the floor. Cole's eyes followed my fingers, then the fall of material. He was mesmerized. Under my spell now. Every fiber of his being was centered on my hands undoing the tiny buttons down the front of my blouse. It was an incredible power I'd never felt before, this control I had over a man. I wasn't used to my body being used as a weapon that weakened a man's defenses, left him merciless to my slightest move. To know I could bring him to his knees with just a look, a kiss. Cole's body was coiled tightly, his hands gripped the bedspread into tangles. His erection was molded firmly to his pants, pressing against the zipper. It looked big, and I couldn't help lick my lips in anticipation. To see it, to feel it in my hands, my mouth, my pussy. Slowly, slowly, a part formed in my blouse, my bra, my belly being exposed one inch at a time. I pulled the tails of my blouse from my skirt, shrugged the fabric off my shoulders. My hands were pinned inside the sleeves, capturing my arms behind my back. Cole's hands snaked around my hips, grabbed my ass and pulled me in, his fingers tightening in the tangled fabric at my wrists, pinning me to him, my breasts a breath away from his mouth. “Black lace.” He ran a finger over the curve of my breast that was lifted above the demi cup. “I love the peekaboo affect. I can see your nipple.” His hot breath fanned across one tip and it instantly hardened. And he hadn't even touched it yet. He leaned forward, his hungry mouth closing over the turgid peak, pulling it in, sucking it deeply. My head fell back of its own accord, my eyes drifted closed, my mind lost to the sensations of his mouth, his hot tongue swirling at the tip. The strap was tugged off my shoulder, pulling the delicate fabric down over my breast, lifting it, exposing it completely to Cole. “It's as pink as I thought. Like the blush on your cheeks.” Cole undid the clasp at the front and my bra slid down my arms to join my blouse about my wrists. “More.” My breath came out in pants, little gasps of breath that lifted my breasts, tilted my needy nipples toward Cole's mouth. He slid the side zipper of my skirt down, pushed it over my hips to drop it to the floor. “God, you're beautiful,” he murmured as he slid his hand up the inside of my thigh to my black lace thong, his fingers slipping into the wetness there. “You're so wet for me, sweetheart. It's like honey coating my fingers. I need to see you.” Grabbing the thin scrap of fabric at my hip, he ripped the thong from my body. The cool air on my wet pussy sent shivers through me, knowing his gaze rested on my swollen lips and groomed tangle of curls sent tingles up my spine. I stood there, pinned in place for him to consume with his eyes. I looked at Cole, took in how his eyes were feasting upon my nakedness, his fingers sliding deeply into me, then up and around my clit, learning every nuance of my body. “Put your foot up on the bed,” he commanded. Unsure, I stalled, afraid. “What's the matter?” Cole asked. “I don't do this kind of thing,” I whispered. My nerves fought with the desire to squeeze his cock deep inside my body and come, to pull his very essence from his body. Something must have shown on my face, because he added, “This,” he swiped through my weeping slit, “is all for me.” He brought his fingers, glossed with my desire, to his lips, sucked on them. “I love your taste. I want more.” He paused, took a deep breath. “If it makes you feel any better, you'll be the first boss I've ever fucked.” I laughed at his attempt to lighten the mood. “I thought you quit,” I added, forgetting I stood completely naked except for my heels in front of Cole, still fully dressed. His eyes darkened before my eyes, his jaw clenched tight. “Then I want you to be the last woman I ever make love to.” My mouth fell open at his words. He'd stunned me into silence, and I had to admit, that didn't happen very often. “Now show me what's mine, sweetheart.” My heart, my mind, surrendered right then. I could do nothing but what Cole bid. Raising my right foot, I placed it on the bed next to his hip. Sliding off the mattress, he knelt before me, grabbed the globes of my ass and pulled me right to his mouth. His tongue snaked out, slid through my swollen folds and up to my clit. His mouth closed over it, nuzzled close, sucked on it, pulled it out for his tongue to stroke over. In seconds I was gone. Washed under a tidal wave of pleasure. I cried out Cole's name as my blood felt like hot lava in my veins, colors danced behind my eyelids. Cole held me at the mercy of his mouth, of his tongue, to extend my orgasm for as long as possible. One hand on my backside held me up and in place, the other snaked around and slipped fingers deep into me, never ceasing his delicious torture. “More,” he growled. Without a moment's rest I was taken up and over again, my body slicking with sweat, the roots of my hair tingling with the pleasure Cole was wringing from me. Instead of collapsing into a sated blob on the floor, Cole lifted me up, with one hand tossed back the covers and placed me on the cool, crisp sheets. He wiped the back of his hand over his mouth, removing the glistening proof of my desire for him. In seconds he ripped off his clothes, exposing his rampant cock to my gaze. I'd been right. He was huge. Dark, swollen, the large head weeping with its need for me. He stood before me in all his naked splendor. Mine for the taking. I held one hand out for him, beckoning him to take me. “More,” I said, repeating his word. Grabbing a condom from his pants, he ripped open the foil. “You do it,” he said as he handed me the rolled protection. I sat up, my face close to his bobbing cock. I couldn't resist, I licked my lips once then kissed the swollen, angry head. It was Cole's turn to call out. Pushing me back, I bounced off the soft mattress, my hair wild about me on the pillow. “You can do that later. Right now I want to come inside you, feel your pussy walls clenching me tight.” With shaking hands, Cole slid the condom down over his hard length himself. He moved between my knees, my legs splayed wide. “You're mine now, sweetheart.” He positioned his cock at the entrance to my femininity. Ran a finger around the tip, swirling my wetness around. “This is all just for me.” He pushed in an inch. “Just for you,” I repeated, feeling stretched wide. Then he moved deeper, and deeper still. His large cock was spreading me wide open. I lifted my legs, wrapped my calves about his back, pulling him into me all the way. Once he was fully seated, we both groaned, the pleasure swirling about us like we'd been tossed up in a a tornado with no place to land. Our skin was slick, my nipples rubbed against his crisp chest hair. Our racing breaths, the sounds of our slick desire as he moved in and out were all that filled the room. The scent of sex surrounded us, clouded my brain to everything but coming once again. Threads of desire wrapped around my lungs, entwined to create a weave that squeezed my heart, binding me to Cole like I'd never thought possible. He started to move, his hips pumping into me, my pussy clenching in possession of his cock, keeping hold and not wanting to ever let go. “Mine,” Cole ground out against my neck, his hot breath stirring my sweaty hair at my nape. “Yes, Cole. Yours. All yours.” My whole world was centered on the bundle of nerves between my legs that was grinding against Cole's belly. “Please,” I begged. Sensing what I needed most, Cole placed a thumb right there. With one slight slippery flick, I exploded, my orgasm bursting forth, coating Cole's cock in a torrent of liquid desire. With the extra lubrication, Cole slid even deeper, his very tip pressed to my womb. With my pussy clenching him in a muscular death grip, he roared his own orgasm, pistoning his hips a few last times, wrenching the last dregs of pleasure from our sated bodies. Cole collapsed on top of me, his heavy weight pinning me into the tangled, damp sheets. His breath fanned my neck, a hand idly stroking my hair. I didn't mind. In fact, I savored the feeling of being overpowered, protected, pleasured by Cole. After a minute, or hours, Cole shifted off of me, slipped out of my body with a wet slurp, lifted my head and placed it in the crook of his arm. I shifted even more to rain kisses down his torso, to lave at his flat nipple. “Sweetheart, I'm not going anywhere. Give me a minute, or you can just climb on top and have your way with me.” I rested my chin on his chest, smiled at him, savoring the well-loved ache between my thighs. He had the look of a man well satisfied, a lazy grin spread wide across his face. “I think I might have a long term job for you,” I said, teasing his chest hair with my fingers. “But I think you'll have to give a formal interview.” Cole raised on eyebrow. “I want to make sure you have all the skills for the job,” I added. “Makes sense. And these skills would include...?” “Inventiveness and creativity. Endurance, of course,” I drawled. “Of course,” Cole replied as he kissed the top of my head. “Lots of manual dexterity. But I don't want to give you all the details. I want you to show me what kinds of things you can do. Prove you're right for the job.” In one swift motion, I was pinned beneath Cole's hard, lean body. One of his legs was thrown over my hips, pinning me in place. “All right. The first thing I like in a boss is the ability to listen. To follow directions when required.” It was my turn to quirk a brow. I licked my lips and nodded my head. “Good.” Cole ran his palm across my cheek, pushed my hair back from my face. “Turn the shower on and wait for me there.” I opened my mouth, but quickly closed it, realizing I was supposed to be following Cole's instructions. Lifting his leg off me, I stood up and walked toward the bathroom, not before getting a swat on the ass on the way. “I get a perfect view of your interview outfit,” he added. Daring a glance over my shoulder, Cole lay there, sprawled across the tangled sheets, blissfully naked, smiling at me, his eyes raking over my body. This was going to be good. In the bathroom, I stood in the deep tub and adjusted the taps to a comfortable temperature, the hot water swirling around my bare feet. My whole body tingled from what Cole did to me...what he was going to do to me next. Samantha had been right, getting laid was a good idea. The sound of the water blocked out any noises Cole might be making and was startled when I found his hands upon my shoulders, warm and gentle. He reached around me, lifted the shower knob and the hot spray rained down on our bodies. Pulling the shower curtain closed, steam started to fill the air, making it sultry and tropical in the small space. I looked over my shoulder, taking in Cole's nudity. There hadn't been a chance to just look my fill. His shoulders were broad, flat nipples had dark swirls of hair between and down over his flat stomach, tapering into a line that ran directly to his rampant cock. Cole had sheathed himself in a condom, but the latex covering couldn't diminish his large size, his girth. It amazed me to realize he'd fit inside me. Cole turned my body sideways, pressed me into the cool white tile, my nipples tightening at the contrast. I felt his cock hot and hard against the top curve of my ass. Leaning in, his breath fanned my neck as he said, “I can prove your endurance requirement,” Cole bent slightly at the knees and his cock slipped in deep with just one thrust. “Right now.” Filled to the brim, I cried out. His hips shifted against mine, pulsing motions that had the head of his cock bumping some magical place within me. “Spread your legs,” he groaned. I did. Now his were between mine, his body pinning me in place. My fingers spread out on the shower wall by my head, my face turned to see Cole nip my shoulder. “Good girl. I like a boss who can take direction.” He pulled almost all the way out, the blunt head resting on my G-spot, then rammed home. I groaned at the feel, the knowledge that Cole was taking what he wanted, dominating me. It was a heady sensation knowing I could let go, hand off control to another. To trust that they knew what's best...to pleasure us both. Cole stepped back, slid out. “Turn and face the back wall. Put your hands on it and bend over. I did as he bid without question, knew that whatever he had planned, I could trust him. Trust him with my body, with my orgasm. I looked down at the wet tub, my bright red toenails, Cole's hairy, muscled legs standing directly behind mine. “Manual dexterity, you said?” Cole's voice was rough as his hand slid down my spine, between my ass cheeks to slide through my wet folds. From his vantage point, I knew he could see every bit of me, my clit swollen and ready for more. “How about this?” Using both of his hands, he worked me, fingers slipping deep into me, turning, arching to pull as much pleasure from my core as possible. The other hand slid from my clit through my juices to brush over the sensitive nerve endings right at my back door. My head shot up at the pulses of electricity at the slight touch, my inner muscles squeezing and clenching at the surprise. “Like that?” Cole asked. “I've never...I mean...I didn't know—” I gasped. “Note I'm observant and thorough.” Cole worked me this way, one hand working me deep, sliding over every small little pleasure spot within me, the other swirling and twirling his fingers in some secret, magical motion. The combination had me panting, calling out Cole's name over the rush of water. “Please!” I begged. Cole's hands were quickly replaced by his hard length which thrust deep, his hips pressed against my ass. Leaning forward, Cole cupped my breasts that were exposed and free for his ministrations. Tugging and pulling on the nipples all the while pounding into me brought me closer and closer to my climax. “Touch yourself,” Cole said. I reached down and fingered my clit, circling, swirling the bundle of nerves. Then I brushed against Cole's cock as it slid in and out of me, stretching me open, spreading my lower lips wide. Returning to my clit, I ran my fingers over it once, twice. All at once, the orgasm was upon me. Cole pinched my nipples roughly, and that pain/pleasure combined with my clit and his cock buried deep had me scream. My inner muscles milked Cole's cock as I focused solely on the wave after wave of the most exquisite pleasure pumped through my veins, through every nerve ending in my body. Cole's release came right after mine, holding still imbedded deep within me. His hands were filled with my breasts, his mouth sucking, licking at my shoulder. I felt Cole's breaths as his chest hair tickled my back. “Lastly, I always finish a job,” Cole said, his voice worn out, rough from exertion. Reaching back, Cole shut off the water, let me stand up, turned me to face him. Lowering his head, he gave me a gentle, soft kiss, his lips a gentle brush against mine. As he slid back the curtain, he grabbed a towel from the rack, started to rub it over my dripping body, my tingling skin. “Mmm,” I all but purred. “You're hired.” Cole tilted my chin up with a finger. “This isn't a consulting position. I'm only looking for long-term.” I smiled, catching his meaning. My heart flipped over. This wasn't just an office fuck. This wasn't just getting laid out of state. This was more. This was me and Cole. I smiled at him. “With benefits.” Cole brushed a finger over a nipple and it tightened on contact. “I think I'm going to like the benefits.” “So do I,” I said, my head falling back against the wall of the shower, eyes closing to my body's insatiable need for Cole. “So do I.” Help LB James write her next Happy Endings book! Got a great idea for the next one? Sexy night? Wild vacation? Crazy location? Special toy? If your idea is chosen, I'll name a character after you! Email me: lbjameswriter@gmail.com Other LB James books: Missing You, A Happy Endings Contemporary A week's a long time to go without the touch, the feel of your husband's hands on your body. His hot mouth pressing wet kisses down your throat, moving down toward... Passion culminates at a friend's wedding in an unlikely place because really, who can wait until they get home? His For A Night Alexa wants a handsome, dominating man to help live out her every carnal desire. Right now. The problem is, she can't find him. Anywhere. But when she is drawn to a ruby ring, her opportunity for meeting Mr. Right-This-Minute is at hand. Sent back in time to historic Scotland, Alexa is the bride to desirable, hot and oh-so-manly Ian. Not only does her new husband fulfill every fantasy she's ever desired, but some of his naughtier ones. But will being his for a night be enough, or can Alexa have Ian forever? His To Command Divorced from a selfish lover, Lisa is determined to make a change, and to find a good orgasm at the hands of a man who will treat her right. The solution? Lisa's friend talks her into joining a sex club where she can openly seek the sensual pleasure she craves. Jack is more than happy to expand the beautiful woman's sexual repertoire, but on his terms. His way. And that includes being voyeurs to complete submission, to-die-for sex with toys, in places and in ways Lisa has never imagined. Will Lisa have the courage to live out her darkest fantasies and submit to Jack? What will Jack do when playtime turns into something more and he can't walk away? Turn Me, Bend Me, Take Me Shay knows better than to lust after her new boss, Logan, especially with the future of her own business on the line. So, why can't she resist his touch, his kiss, and his fierce desire? Shay discovers a wanton inside who doesn't mind being bent over a barstool and taken by the sexy bar owner. But what happens when the late night naughtiness is over? Is there more to their relationship than mind-blowing sex and physical need? Can Logan convince her to take a chance on a man who not only cares for her, but needs to hear her soft cries of release as much as he needs to draw his next breath? Tame Me, A Happy Endings Paranormal Nika has reached the Age of Ascension in her werewolf pack, the age at which she must take a mate. At the Claiming Ceremony she will be blindfolded and seduced by the strongest male, the man who has come to claim her forever. Nika is determined to resist his touch, as her heart belongs to another. Despite her body's traitorous response to him, she is determined not to yield. All too soon he sets her body on fire, his lips seduce and his mating heat seeps straight to her wild heart. Can she resist him, his fierce need, and his desire to tame her? Tempt Me, A Happy Endings Paranormal It's the night of the Claiming Ceremony for Alana, but she's not willing to be claimed by just any werewolf. She only wants one man, and she'll leave the pack behind to track an exiled wolf. He's the only one who makes her heart beat, the only one she will submit to. Nathanial was forced to leave the pack by Alana's father, and his vow never to seduce Alana remains in place. But the softness of her skin and the sweet taste of her kiss will tempt him to break his vow and claim her. Hot Proposition, A Happy Endings Contemporary For a woman, mixing business with pleasure is a risky business, especially when you’re the boss. But when you hire the hottest of men, and long for him, crave his touch from meeting to meeting, it’s a tough rule to follow. It’s been a long week traveling for work, focusing on the job at hand, not the man across the room. At the end of the day, when work’s done, will things move from the boardroom to the bedroom?