Wrong Place. Wrong Time. The FREE Saga Continues
Welcome back….
Three words for you:
Who's playing whom?
catch up on our saga of international, sexy intrigue here with these click-able links:
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
And now….in an entirely unsuitable for work new installment allow me to present...
Chapter 7
The following morning Alex stood, clutching her first cup of coffee, staring dumbfounded at the images unfolding on her computer screen. Jay had barged into her office without bothering to let her know he was coming within seconds of her regular, seven thirty arrival, startling her with the intensity in his gaze. “What?” She’d asked, once she’d gathered her wits back around her. Did he know? Had he found the tracking device on his phone? Lucas was on Jay’s heels, tablet in hand, hair still wet from a shower. Alex resisted to impulse to close her eyes at the sight of him, the memory of his lips on hers had haunted her entire, long day alone just yesterday. He was so…perfect. So perfectly young and so very much not for you good god get a grip.Jay’s clipped words broke through her fog of unrequited, inappropriate lust. “Turn on the news. Now.”“Oh, um…” She glanced over his blue-suited shoulder and caught Lucas’ eye. He gave her a quick shake of his head, indicating that he didn’t know any more than she did. “Sure.” She fired up the huge screen and found the television news channel.The talking heads looked worried. She made herself focus on them and what they were saying and not on how close Lucas stood to her—so close she could smell soap from his skin and hear his breathing, which for some reason made her feel calm.“In a shocking move, the Turkish government has shut down a popular social networking site today, promising that it would remain inaccessible to those wishing to undermine their authority with anything resembling an “Arab Spring” style uprising.”She frowned, trying to process what was not being said. A reporter appeared, standing in front of the Turkish parliamentary building in Ankara. She was surrounded by yelling protestors. “The Prime Minister is locked away, unwilling to answer media questions but one this is certain, shutting down access to a major social networking site may have been a mistake, if the response on the street is any indication. Information provided by a non-governmental source hints that many American-based companies are being notified that their internal servers are also under scrutiny thanks to their close ties with the American military. Some of the companies in question include …”But Alexa had stopped listening and had taken the tablet Lucas had handed her, which was already showing her private, highly encrypted set of passwords and server addresses. Tate Lincoln spent the GDP of a small country’s worth on privacy protection, thanks to their close relationships with the Air Force and she had put the entire thing in motion, once their lucrative contracts had been signed. She watched, eyes flickering down the always moving screen. Passwords were reset every seventeen minutes, twenty-fours a day, seven days a week, three hundred and sixty five days a year. The sort of research being conducted in the four labs around the world were of the highest secrecy. It was her job to make sure they stayed that way.Lucas pulled up another screen on her laptop that was open on her desk, clicking through emails until he found what he was looking for. Without a word, he took the tablet, then pulled out her chair so she could sit and read what he had pulled up on the screen below the large one still spouting alarming words about “international companies under government scrutiny.” The message was from the highest authority possible, from her NGO contact in D.C. “Based on the recent events in Turkey, we have initiated the following protocols.” It went on to list several steps she had to take to undertake a massive data dumping project that made her blow out a breath of air. Her temples started pounding as she scrolled down the list.“Je-sus,” Lucas said near her ear. She turned, disconcerted by his proximity but realizing he knew exactly how much work they were staring at. Work that needed to begin now. “So,” Jay said from across the desk.Alex looked up at him, surprised to hear his voice. “Oh, sorry,” she said, running a shaking hand down her face. The convolutions were dizzying. He looked positively wigged out right then. She tried to parse his expression. “So,” he said again. “Can you tell me how this is going to effect us, in real time?” He had his phone out and was looking down at it. Alex turned and caught Lucas’ gaze. “Yes, well, according to the email from D.C. I have to starting dumping things off our servers, ASAP.”“Things, like what, exactly?” Jay kept his eyes trained on his phone.Alexa felt Lucas’ hand on her shoulder, pressing down, trying to tell her something. “Like all communications with the Air Force for starters, plus the research data that we collect on the main servers downstairs. Then they want a full purge of the intracompany network—all of it. And we are to tell employees to dump their online profiles.”He glanced up at her. “Wow,” he said before sticking his phone in his pocket. At that moment, Alexa glanced at her laptop screen on instinct. She saw the little stickie note Lucas must have put there in the last few seconds. “Lean back into me. He needs to think we’re together,” it said. She took a long breath and settled back into her seat, staring at Jay while Lucas’ hand rested on her shoulder in an entirely unprofessional, inappropriate way. Jay’s eyes narrowed at the sight in a way so utterly predictable it depressed her. “Wow,” he repeated taking a step towards her desk, his alpha male feathers fully ruffled now. “I have my talking points. I’ll be making an intracompany video announcement in about twenty minutes, once the PR flaks get the speech ready. What I really want to know is this…” He settled onto the corner of her desk, staring them down. She felt Lucas’ hand press harder, calming her as if he realized she was about to leap up and put distance between them. She recognized the set of her boss’s jaw well, had seen it plenty of times. “What,” she said, keeping her voice neutral. “What do you need to know?”Jay stayed quiet, studying whatever bizarre tableau she and Lucas presented. At that moment, her office door opened, revealing Ebru clutching a tablet. Lucas took his hand off her shoulder at the sight. Jay raised an eyebrow. Alexa frowned. They froze like this, Alexa never more aware of the strange dynamic between the four of them.“Excuse me,” Ebru said, breaking the moment. Alexa blinked. Jay stood back up and shot his cuffs. “I thought I should show you some of the stuff going on in the social media-sphere…sort of, relative to us?” Her huge eyes looked bigger behind the snazzy glasses. “Uh, sorry to interrupt?” Her voice raised in question. Alexa didn’t miss the way the other woman’s sharp gaze shot over her shoulder, then narrowed at the sight of Lucas standing so close to her chair. “Well, I have to go deal with this,” Jay said, his eyes never leaving hers. “I’ll be in my office. Alex, can you join me in a few? We need to…reconvene.” And with that he was gone, leaving Ebru standing open-mouthed in the doorway and Alexa sitting, sweaty and confused at her desk.
Lucas stood in the hall, watching staff scurry around, everyone keeping their heads down. He took a long breath, squared his shoulders, smiled at a few of the women who shot him sidelong glances. He felt buzzy, addled by what he was trying to do combined with what the real world had decided to toss at them. His phone was blowing up with texts from Ebru. After the strangeness of the morning’s news flash and encounter in Alexa’s office, he’d sensed how distinctly not happy she’d been. And that realization alone had freaked him out so much he’d hardly been able to focus on Alexa and the task they had at hand. He’d been a twitchy mess, truth be told, even through the last nearly ten hours of work to follow the U.S. military ordered data and info dump from their massive servers. Since when was he so in tune to a woman’s vibe? Seriously. It confused him, kept him on edge and unable to fulfill the whole charade of being a couple with Alexa so as to tug the big boss into revealing his hand. He needed space. Hence, he was out here, taking long, deep breaths of air that he did not have to share with Alexa. She’d been like a demon on a mission ever since the morning’s news, which had steadily progressed downward throughout the day. They’d done the required data purge which had taken the better part of three hours, given the amount of shit that resided on their server connected to the U.S. Air Force. About half way through that exercise, Lucas had leaned back in his seat and stretched his arms over his head. “Why are we doing this. I mean, why not the department of fifty or so flunkies you have just overhead?” he’d asked.She’d looked up from her intent study of her computer screen and glared at him long enough to make him feel about three feet tall. “Because,” she’d said, then held up her empty coffee cup and resumed her work at the servers. He’d gotten her more coffee as an excuse to be the hell away from her. The damn Turkish government had impeccable timing that much was sure. He needed to ramp up the “fool the CEO into thinking his fuck buddy CIO was screwing her assistant” farce. He needed answers in order to maintain the veracity of his job here. But he couldn’t ignore the tenor of the messages he’d been getting all day from the mother ship back in Virginia. Once foreign governments got involved, typically he’d be called home to roost. But he was not done here—for a lot of reasons and on a lot of levels. After a few minutes, he felt prepared to face Ebru so he took the elevator down to her floor, disembarked and walked into the glass enclosed supplier relations department that she ruled. After a few minutes staring around at the controlled chaos, he spotted her at the far end of the room near her private office, tearing some hapless dude several new assholes. He smiled at the sight. Okay Cameron. Focus. This is not what you want. Alexa is…But at that moment she turned and fixed her dark gaze on him. Lucas Cameron had never in his entire adult, sexually active life felt as he did at that moment—the week-kneed, utterly bizarre sensation that tore through him when she raised an eyebrow, then crooked her finger and jerked her chin towards her office door made a cold sweat break out on every inch of his skin. Thankful to the gods of good timing for an excuse to have his shirttail pulled out over the waistband of his dress trousers, he took a breath and made his way towards the open door she indicated.Once inside, he turned, opened his mouth to say something innocuous and had to grip the back of a conveniently placed chair at the sight of her. She stood, back to the now closed office door, perfection on two legs. Her dark eyes snapped with what he assumed was lust, or jealousy. But the body he knew well was barely encased in a bright white blouse that dipped low enough to reveal her ample cleavage. The midnight blue skirt encircled her hips, caressing them, and ended well above her bare knees. He sucked in a breath and knew in an instant that she was bare underneath. “I don’t share.” Her voice was low, rough, sexy. He closed his eyes and tried to deny the power in those three words. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He continued to white-knuckle the chair back. He heard the distinct sound of a lock shooting home. His vision started to fuzz over, then snapped into crystal clear focus as she strode over to him on her sky-high heels, the sway of her hips mesmerizing him even as he took steps away until his ass hit the ledge of a window. She stopped, the tips of her breasts grazing his chest, her full, dark lips centimeters from his. When she touched the edge of his jaw with a fingertip he heard someone groan. By the time he realized it had come from him, he had her in his arms, had his tongue shoved into her mouth, was lifting her up, setting her on the desk.“Yes,” she hissed, gripping his ass. “Now I think you understand.”Alexa, his brain screamed at him. Get back to Alexa. Get on with this thing you’re doing. Help her.“Fuck,” he mumbled as she yanked his zipper down and fisted his cock. “Ebru…I’m…oh Christ,” he moaned as she threaded her fingers in his hair and pulled hard. The hand gripping his dick tightened at the same time, sending a spiral of pain and fear up his spine to his brain, which intercepted it with a burst of pure, visceral pleasure. “You…can’t…”She held him, stroked him, and when he was on the ragged edge, his every nerve ending singing with a confused muddle of pain and ecstasy at her manipulation of his most sensitive parts, she stopped. Breaking their frantic tongue tangling kiss, she let go of him and shoved him away so hard he stumbled back and had to sit, lest he fall. So he sat, chest heaving, dick exposed, staring at her as she shifted, lifted her skirt to expose her bare pussy to his gaze. She touched herself, never taking her eyes from his. He could hear the hustle and bustle of the office outside her door, felt his phone buzz in his pocket, registered the bleep and dings of incoming email and messages and whatever else. But none of it mattered. Nothing mattered but the sound of her voice at that moment. He stayed seated, frozen, aching from head to toe, watching as she spread her legs, then beckoned for him again. “Come over here Lucas. I need you.”He gulped, never hornier in his life, yet torn by the strange urge to zip up and bolt, to get the hell away from her. He glanced up at the ceiling. When a brittle bite of pain shot through him, he grunted and looked down to see her pinching him, holding his dick so tight it nearly brought tears to his eyes. “Did you not hear me? Lucas?” Her eyes shone as she leaned down to lick his lower lip then bite on it hard as she released his cock. He had to call on every reserve he had to not blow all over himself right then.What in god’s name was going on here?“I need you Lucas,” she said again, her lilting accent coiling around up in head, making him dizzy. “Come over here.” And she stood, backed up and sat on the desk again. He stood, then dropped to his knees and did as he was told, on a weird sort of auto pilot that kept him going, kept him licking, sucking and drawing orgasms out of her again and again until she yanked him to his feet. “Now,” she growled in his ear, yanking his hair and digging her fingernails into his ass. “Now. Fuck me.”He did and when she finally allowed him to come he nearly passed out. Gasping, trying to collect himself, to get control, he pulled out of her body reluctantly and met her gaze. “Wow,” he said, lamely but unable to conjure anything more cogent. “I, um, well…” She laughed low in her throat and grabbed tissues from a box on her desk. He zipped up, shaking so hard he had to sit again. He closed his eyes, trying to re-focus, to come to terms with what he’d just allowed to happen. When pain sliced through his thigh, he opened his eyes and saw her stiletto-heeled foot digging in, piercing the fabric of his trousers. Perversely, it made his lizard brain buzz with inexplicable, renewed horniness. He stared at it, hypnotized, his body frozen, his mind spinning.She pressed in harder. He touched her foot, slid his hand up her smooth, dark skinned calf and thigh, finding the moisture under her skirt, smelling her, smelling himself. “I don’t share,” she insisted, giving him a déjà vu moment. “Lucas.” Her voice dropped a bit. “You’re mine. Not hers.”He nodded, and kept his hand moving until he cupped her bare, moist sex. She threaded her fingers in his hair again, making him wince from the pain she’d already bestowed there, her hips moving forward, encouraging him. Then, as soon as she’d pounced, she backed away, smiling, straightening her skirt and blouse. Lucas thought he very well might explode from lust.“Go,” she said, waving to the door. “I’m done. But when I call or text, you’d better be quicker next time.” She leaned down and pressed a soft, gentle kiss to his lips. He grabbed for her, desperate and pissed off. She bit down on his lower lip again, this time hard enough to make him cry out. “Go, I said.” She stood and walked behind her desk, staring down at her computer screen.He stared at her a full minute, confused, embarrassed and wanting nothing more than to lick his way up her shoes, her legs, her... He cleared his throat, hoping he could rally and act like a man and not a sniveling loser. “I’ll call you soon,” she said. “Be ready.”After a few minutes of silence, punctuated by her tap-tapping away at her keyboard, she looked up, glasses back in place. “Why are you still here, Lucas?”The way she said his name—like a curse and a caress all at once—made him grip the chair arms. He rose, turned and unlocked her door. Just as he was making his wobbly way out, she spoke.“You understand this, right? You are mine.”He blinked, nodded and then left shutting the door behind him. His pocket buzzed for the millionth time. As he tugged his phone out and tried to calm his clanging brain, he had one, distinct thought—this was about to get way more complicated than he had expected. Because while he may have a crush on his boss, the lovely, elusive, mysterious, powerful Alexa, if he did not get to go back and service the enticing Ebru soon, he would be one very unhappy man.He looked at the phone screen. “Where the hell are you?” Alexa had messaged him twice in the last hour while he was happily occupied. “Get back up here. Jay’s been in and out. We need our cover.”He put a hand over his eyes and cursed himself, hearing Ebru’s voice, her words and commands. As he held the phone, it buzzed again. Glancing down he could barely repress a wicked smile at the text message from the woman who stood not five feet from him, just inside her office door.
“I have a set of nice, soft ropes with your name on them Lucas. I’m bringing them tonight. Make sure you are alone and have ice cold vodka and a bowl of strawberries ready for me.”
Three words for you:
Who's playing whom?
catch up on our saga of international, sexy intrigue here with these click-able links:
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
And now….in an entirely unsuitable for work new installment allow me to present...
Chapter 7
The following morning Alex stood, clutching her first cup of coffee, staring dumbfounded at the images unfolding on her computer screen. Jay had barged into her office without bothering to let her know he was coming within seconds of her regular, seven thirty arrival, startling her with the intensity in his gaze. “What?” She’d asked, once she’d gathered her wits back around her. Did he know? Had he found the tracking device on his phone? Lucas was on Jay’s heels, tablet in hand, hair still wet from a shower. Alex resisted to impulse to close her eyes at the sight of him, the memory of his lips on hers had haunted her entire, long day alone just yesterday. He was so…perfect. So perfectly young and so very much not for you good god get a grip.Jay’s clipped words broke through her fog of unrequited, inappropriate lust. “Turn on the news. Now.”“Oh, um…” She glanced over his blue-suited shoulder and caught Lucas’ eye. He gave her a quick shake of his head, indicating that he didn’t know any more than she did. “Sure.” She fired up the huge screen and found the television news channel.The talking heads looked worried. She made herself focus on them and what they were saying and not on how close Lucas stood to her—so close she could smell soap from his skin and hear his breathing, which for some reason made her feel calm.“In a shocking move, the Turkish government has shut down a popular social networking site today, promising that it would remain inaccessible to those wishing to undermine their authority with anything resembling an “Arab Spring” style uprising.”She frowned, trying to process what was not being said. A reporter appeared, standing in front of the Turkish parliamentary building in Ankara. She was surrounded by yelling protestors. “The Prime Minister is locked away, unwilling to answer media questions but one this is certain, shutting down access to a major social networking site may have been a mistake, if the response on the street is any indication. Information provided by a non-governmental source hints that many American-based companies are being notified that their internal servers are also under scrutiny thanks to their close ties with the American military. Some of the companies in question include …”But Alexa had stopped listening and had taken the tablet Lucas had handed her, which was already showing her private, highly encrypted set of passwords and server addresses. Tate Lincoln spent the GDP of a small country’s worth on privacy protection, thanks to their close relationships with the Air Force and she had put the entire thing in motion, once their lucrative contracts had been signed. She watched, eyes flickering down the always moving screen. Passwords were reset every seventeen minutes, twenty-fours a day, seven days a week, three hundred and sixty five days a year. The sort of research being conducted in the four labs around the world were of the highest secrecy. It was her job to make sure they stayed that way.Lucas pulled up another screen on her laptop that was open on her desk, clicking through emails until he found what he was looking for. Without a word, he took the tablet, then pulled out her chair so she could sit and read what he had pulled up on the screen below the large one still spouting alarming words about “international companies under government scrutiny.” The message was from the highest authority possible, from her NGO contact in D.C. “Based on the recent events in Turkey, we have initiated the following protocols.” It went on to list several steps she had to take to undertake a massive data dumping project that made her blow out a breath of air. Her temples started pounding as she scrolled down the list.“Je-sus,” Lucas said near her ear. She turned, disconcerted by his proximity but realizing he knew exactly how much work they were staring at. Work that needed to begin now. “So,” Jay said from across the desk.Alex looked up at him, surprised to hear his voice. “Oh, sorry,” she said, running a shaking hand down her face. The convolutions were dizzying. He looked positively wigged out right then. She tried to parse his expression. “So,” he said again. “Can you tell me how this is going to effect us, in real time?” He had his phone out and was looking down at it. Alex turned and caught Lucas’ gaze. “Yes, well, according to the email from D.C. I have to starting dumping things off our servers, ASAP.”“Things, like what, exactly?” Jay kept his eyes trained on his phone.Alexa felt Lucas’ hand on her shoulder, pressing down, trying to tell her something. “Like all communications with the Air Force for starters, plus the research data that we collect on the main servers downstairs. Then they want a full purge of the intracompany network—all of it. And we are to tell employees to dump their online profiles.”He glanced up at her. “Wow,” he said before sticking his phone in his pocket. At that moment, Alexa glanced at her laptop screen on instinct. She saw the little stickie note Lucas must have put there in the last few seconds. “Lean back into me. He needs to think we’re together,” it said. She took a long breath and settled back into her seat, staring at Jay while Lucas’ hand rested on her shoulder in an entirely unprofessional, inappropriate way. Jay’s eyes narrowed at the sight in a way so utterly predictable it depressed her. “Wow,” he repeated taking a step towards her desk, his alpha male feathers fully ruffled now. “I have my talking points. I’ll be making an intracompany video announcement in about twenty minutes, once the PR flaks get the speech ready. What I really want to know is this…” He settled onto the corner of her desk, staring them down. She felt Lucas’ hand press harder, calming her as if he realized she was about to leap up and put distance between them. She recognized the set of her boss’s jaw well, had seen it plenty of times. “What,” she said, keeping her voice neutral. “What do you need to know?”Jay stayed quiet, studying whatever bizarre tableau she and Lucas presented. At that moment, her office door opened, revealing Ebru clutching a tablet. Lucas took his hand off her shoulder at the sight. Jay raised an eyebrow. Alexa frowned. They froze like this, Alexa never more aware of the strange dynamic between the four of them.“Excuse me,” Ebru said, breaking the moment. Alexa blinked. Jay stood back up and shot his cuffs. “I thought I should show you some of the stuff going on in the social media-sphere…sort of, relative to us?” Her huge eyes looked bigger behind the snazzy glasses. “Uh, sorry to interrupt?” Her voice raised in question. Alexa didn’t miss the way the other woman’s sharp gaze shot over her shoulder, then narrowed at the sight of Lucas standing so close to her chair. “Well, I have to go deal with this,” Jay said, his eyes never leaving hers. “I’ll be in my office. Alex, can you join me in a few? We need to…reconvene.” And with that he was gone, leaving Ebru standing open-mouthed in the doorway and Alexa sitting, sweaty and confused at her desk.
Lucas stood in the hall, watching staff scurry around, everyone keeping their heads down. He took a long breath, squared his shoulders, smiled at a few of the women who shot him sidelong glances. He felt buzzy, addled by what he was trying to do combined with what the real world had decided to toss at them. His phone was blowing up with texts from Ebru. After the strangeness of the morning’s news flash and encounter in Alexa’s office, he’d sensed how distinctly not happy she’d been. And that realization alone had freaked him out so much he’d hardly been able to focus on Alexa and the task they had at hand. He’d been a twitchy mess, truth be told, even through the last nearly ten hours of work to follow the U.S. military ordered data and info dump from their massive servers. Since when was he so in tune to a woman’s vibe? Seriously. It confused him, kept him on edge and unable to fulfill the whole charade of being a couple with Alexa so as to tug the big boss into revealing his hand. He needed space. Hence, he was out here, taking long, deep breaths of air that he did not have to share with Alexa. She’d been like a demon on a mission ever since the morning’s news, which had steadily progressed downward throughout the day. They’d done the required data purge which had taken the better part of three hours, given the amount of shit that resided on their server connected to the U.S. Air Force. About half way through that exercise, Lucas had leaned back in his seat and stretched his arms over his head. “Why are we doing this. I mean, why not the department of fifty or so flunkies you have just overhead?” he’d asked.She’d looked up from her intent study of her computer screen and glared at him long enough to make him feel about three feet tall. “Because,” she’d said, then held up her empty coffee cup and resumed her work at the servers. He’d gotten her more coffee as an excuse to be the hell away from her. The damn Turkish government had impeccable timing that much was sure. He needed to ramp up the “fool the CEO into thinking his fuck buddy CIO was screwing her assistant” farce. He needed answers in order to maintain the veracity of his job here. But he couldn’t ignore the tenor of the messages he’d been getting all day from the mother ship back in Virginia. Once foreign governments got involved, typically he’d be called home to roost. But he was not done here—for a lot of reasons and on a lot of levels. After a few minutes, he felt prepared to face Ebru so he took the elevator down to her floor, disembarked and walked into the glass enclosed supplier relations department that she ruled. After a few minutes staring around at the controlled chaos, he spotted her at the far end of the room near her private office, tearing some hapless dude several new assholes. He smiled at the sight. Okay Cameron. Focus. This is not what you want. Alexa is…But at that moment she turned and fixed her dark gaze on him. Lucas Cameron had never in his entire adult, sexually active life felt as he did at that moment—the week-kneed, utterly bizarre sensation that tore through him when she raised an eyebrow, then crooked her finger and jerked her chin towards her office door made a cold sweat break out on every inch of his skin. Thankful to the gods of good timing for an excuse to have his shirttail pulled out over the waistband of his dress trousers, he took a breath and made his way towards the open door she indicated.Once inside, he turned, opened his mouth to say something innocuous and had to grip the back of a conveniently placed chair at the sight of her. She stood, back to the now closed office door, perfection on two legs. Her dark eyes snapped with what he assumed was lust, or jealousy. But the body he knew well was barely encased in a bright white blouse that dipped low enough to reveal her ample cleavage. The midnight blue skirt encircled her hips, caressing them, and ended well above her bare knees. He sucked in a breath and knew in an instant that she was bare underneath. “I don’t share.” Her voice was low, rough, sexy. He closed his eyes and tried to deny the power in those three words. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He continued to white-knuckle the chair back. He heard the distinct sound of a lock shooting home. His vision started to fuzz over, then snapped into crystal clear focus as she strode over to him on her sky-high heels, the sway of her hips mesmerizing him even as he took steps away until his ass hit the ledge of a window. She stopped, the tips of her breasts grazing his chest, her full, dark lips centimeters from his. When she touched the edge of his jaw with a fingertip he heard someone groan. By the time he realized it had come from him, he had her in his arms, had his tongue shoved into her mouth, was lifting her up, setting her on the desk.“Yes,” she hissed, gripping his ass. “Now I think you understand.”Alexa, his brain screamed at him. Get back to Alexa. Get on with this thing you’re doing. Help her.“Fuck,” he mumbled as she yanked his zipper down and fisted his cock. “Ebru…I’m…oh Christ,” he moaned as she threaded her fingers in his hair and pulled hard. The hand gripping his dick tightened at the same time, sending a spiral of pain and fear up his spine to his brain, which intercepted it with a burst of pure, visceral pleasure. “You…can’t…”She held him, stroked him, and when he was on the ragged edge, his every nerve ending singing with a confused muddle of pain and ecstasy at her manipulation of his most sensitive parts, she stopped. Breaking their frantic tongue tangling kiss, she let go of him and shoved him away so hard he stumbled back and had to sit, lest he fall. So he sat, chest heaving, dick exposed, staring at her as she shifted, lifted her skirt to expose her bare pussy to his gaze. She touched herself, never taking her eyes from his. He could hear the hustle and bustle of the office outside her door, felt his phone buzz in his pocket, registered the bleep and dings of incoming email and messages and whatever else. But none of it mattered. Nothing mattered but the sound of her voice at that moment. He stayed seated, frozen, aching from head to toe, watching as she spread her legs, then beckoned for him again. “Come over here Lucas. I need you.”He gulped, never hornier in his life, yet torn by the strange urge to zip up and bolt, to get the hell away from her. He glanced up at the ceiling. When a brittle bite of pain shot through him, he grunted and looked down to see her pinching him, holding his dick so tight it nearly brought tears to his eyes. “Did you not hear me? Lucas?” Her eyes shone as she leaned down to lick his lower lip then bite on it hard as she released his cock. He had to call on every reserve he had to not blow all over himself right then.What in god’s name was going on here?“I need you Lucas,” she said again, her lilting accent coiling around up in head, making him dizzy. “Come over here.” And she stood, backed up and sat on the desk again. He stood, then dropped to his knees and did as he was told, on a weird sort of auto pilot that kept him going, kept him licking, sucking and drawing orgasms out of her again and again until she yanked him to his feet. “Now,” she growled in his ear, yanking his hair and digging her fingernails into his ass. “Now. Fuck me.”He did and when she finally allowed him to come he nearly passed out. Gasping, trying to collect himself, to get control, he pulled out of her body reluctantly and met her gaze. “Wow,” he said, lamely but unable to conjure anything more cogent. “I, um, well…” She laughed low in her throat and grabbed tissues from a box on her desk. He zipped up, shaking so hard he had to sit again. He closed his eyes, trying to re-focus, to come to terms with what he’d just allowed to happen. When pain sliced through his thigh, he opened his eyes and saw her stiletto-heeled foot digging in, piercing the fabric of his trousers. Perversely, it made his lizard brain buzz with inexplicable, renewed horniness. He stared at it, hypnotized, his body frozen, his mind spinning.She pressed in harder. He touched her foot, slid his hand up her smooth, dark skinned calf and thigh, finding the moisture under her skirt, smelling her, smelling himself. “I don’t share,” she insisted, giving him a déjà vu moment. “Lucas.” Her voice dropped a bit. “You’re mine. Not hers.”He nodded, and kept his hand moving until he cupped her bare, moist sex. She threaded her fingers in his hair again, making him wince from the pain she’d already bestowed there, her hips moving forward, encouraging him. Then, as soon as she’d pounced, she backed away, smiling, straightening her skirt and blouse. Lucas thought he very well might explode from lust.“Go,” she said, waving to the door. “I’m done. But when I call or text, you’d better be quicker next time.” She leaned down and pressed a soft, gentle kiss to his lips. He grabbed for her, desperate and pissed off. She bit down on his lower lip again, this time hard enough to make him cry out. “Go, I said.” She stood and walked behind her desk, staring down at her computer screen.He stared at her a full minute, confused, embarrassed and wanting nothing more than to lick his way up her shoes, her legs, her... He cleared his throat, hoping he could rally and act like a man and not a sniveling loser. “I’ll call you soon,” she said. “Be ready.”After a few minutes of silence, punctuated by her tap-tapping away at her keyboard, she looked up, glasses back in place. “Why are you still here, Lucas?”The way she said his name—like a curse and a caress all at once—made him grip the chair arms. He rose, turned and unlocked her door. Just as he was making his wobbly way out, she spoke.“You understand this, right? You are mine.”He blinked, nodded and then left shutting the door behind him. His pocket buzzed for the millionth time. As he tugged his phone out and tried to calm his clanging brain, he had one, distinct thought—this was about to get way more complicated than he had expected. Because while he may have a crush on his boss, the lovely, elusive, mysterious, powerful Alexa, if he did not get to go back and service the enticing Ebru soon, he would be one very unhappy man.He looked at the phone screen. “Where the hell are you?” Alexa had messaged him twice in the last hour while he was happily occupied. “Get back up here. Jay’s been in and out. We need our cover.”He put a hand over his eyes and cursed himself, hearing Ebru’s voice, her words and commands. As he held the phone, it buzzed again. Glancing down he could barely repress a wicked smile at the text message from the woman who stood not five feet from him, just inside her office door.
“I have a set of nice, soft ropes with your name on them Lucas. I’m bringing them tonight. Make sure you are alone and have ice cold vodka and a bowl of strawberries ready for me.”
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