Hot Proposition (Happy Endings, Contemporary) (2 page)

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.