Laid and Leveraged (21 page)

“
Go
to
hell,
Roger,
”
she
hissed,
tossing
her
napkin
onto
her
plate.

“
Michelle!
”
Roger
caught
her
by
the
arm
in
the
parking
lot.
“
Just
where
do
you
think
you're
going?
” She shrugged him away

“Home,” she seethed, marching past Roger's waiting limo and heading for the road.

“You can't walk back,” he pointed out. “It's at least ten miles back to your apartment.”

“I don't care if it's a hundred!”

Roger stood in front of her, blocking her path with his big body.

“Alright Michelle,” Roger shook his head and sighed, resigned. “I didn't want to have to do this, but you've left me no choice.” He didn't let Michelle wonder too long what he meant. In the next moment, Roger bent down, circled his arms about her hips and Michelle felt herself being hoisted into the air. He flopped her over his shoulder as though she weighed no more than a sack of potatoes. It took her a whole minute just to find her voice past the initial shock. She screeched, howling with indignity. Biting and clawing at his back, she kneed Roger's chest. Aside from a soft grunt of pain at a particularly sharp blow, Roger made no sound. He dumped her unceremoniously onto the floor of the limo and climbed in after her.

“How dare you!” Michelle cried. She wondered if anyone from the restaurant had heard her struggle, but if they did they'd made no attempt to help. Roger sat down in the seat and shut the door behind them.

“Don't take us back right away,” he told their driver through the partition. “Just keep driving around until I say so.” Roger pressed a button that rolled up the partition, isolating he and Michelle. “Come here,” he told Michelle who still sat on the floor.

“No,” she spat. “I'm not just one of your women you can boss around.” Roger stroked his chin in contemplation, his blue eyes nearly glowing in the darkness as he watched her.

“Just one of my women?” he asked, a hint of a smile forming on his lips. “Is that what you are so upset about? I admit there have been a lot of women before you, Michelle, but none since.”

She couldn't help but feel a certain amount of relief upon hearing that she'd been the only one for Roger since he'd met her, but she wasn't ready to give up her fight just yet.

“No,” she lied. “I wasn't angry about that.” Michelle thrust out her chin. “You've completely taken over my company without even once asking for my input on a single thing. I'm not the dumb blonde you obviously think I am. I admit that some of my management choices have been ill thought out, but not all the things I wanted were bad.”

Roger seemed to be considering her words. After a long drawn out silence he said, “Alright Michelle, what policies do you disagree with?”

Michelle couldn't help but be surprised. Was Roger really going to take her suggestions seriously? If so, maybe he wasn't the jerk she'd thought him to be. She took a deep breath before beginning.

“Becky Clark,” she said.

Roger's brows drew together. “Your assistant?” he asked, seemingly perplexed. “She's too  young and doesn't have enough experience. I planned on getting you another assistant, one who would be more useful to you.”

Michelle crossed her arms stubbornly over her chest. “See, that's exactly what I mean!” she pointed out. “You just think you know what's best. If you had ever bothered to ask me, I'd have told you that I hired her precisely because she's young and inexperienced. Becky hasn't been at it long enough to have a healthy fear of a CEO. She's the only person in that company I can rely on to be forthright and honest with me.” Roger seemed taken aback. His silence stretched for what seemed like an eternity.

“I admit I hadn't thought of that, Michelle.” He looked at her with a newfound respect. “I do admire honesty and temerity in my employees. Very well, you may keep Ms. Clark.”

Really? Just like that he was letting her keep Becky? Michelle couldn't keep the surprise out of her voice. “What made you change your mind?” she asked.

“You presented me with good reasons.” He locked his eyes with hers. “I always take my employees' suggestions seriously. I would have let you keep her in the beginning if you had chosen to act rational instead of fighting my authority.”

Michelle frowned. He was right. She'd been more angry about him usurping her power than trying to logically and neatly defend her decisions.

“So in the future, if there's something I want, as long as I am polite about asking you'll let me do it?” she asked him.

“Only if I agree with it. I'm still in charge, Michelle, whether you like it or not. But I'm not a vain ogre that refuses to listen to anyone else.”

Michelle considered what he said. Roger wasn't being unreasonable, in fact he was acting a lot like the CEO she'd always tried to be. Michelle knew she hadn't been fair to him. From the beginning she resisted his authority over her and tried to show him that she was still boss. He hadn't let her, but he hadn't been trying to demoralize her on top of it. Roger just wanted
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to be successful and had a different, and probably a better, idea of how to get there.

“Alright,” she conceded. She laughed a little, holding up her hand playfully. “Truce.” He grinned down at her and patted his knee.

“Come here,” he told her. Now that the business matter was settled, Roger's voice grew husky with desire. Michelle felt her own body tingle in response.

“You want me to sit on your lap?” she couldn't help but still be a little skeptical.

“Yes,” he answered thickly.

She grinned at him. Moving up off the floor, Michelle crawled into Roger's lap, straddling and facing him. Roger slid the straps of her dress down over her shoulders and scooped out one of her breasts from the bra. He bent down, about to fasten his mouth over her nipple when Michelle stopped him.

“Roger,” she began. “I just have one more question.”

“I promise to answer it in the morning,” he groaned, reaching for her nipple again. Michelle stopped him by placing both of her palms on either side of Roger's face and tilted his head back to look at her.

“Why did you send me home right after we made love the first time?” she asked. The memory of that night still hurt and she couldn't keep the pain out of her voice from being dismissed so brutally. Roger snaked his arms about her waist and squeezed her to him.

“Oh Michelle,” he murmured. “I knew that you had only agreed to go out with me because you hoped to trade sex for your company. I thought that I could handle it. My intent was to show you how good it could be if only you would give into me. But,” he smiled ruefully at her. “I'm afraid it was so good for me, I nearly lost myself. If you had asked me at that moment to give you your company back, I would have. Hell, I would have given you half of mine as well. I had to send you home, or else you would have ruined me.” Michelle could hardly believe her ears. If what Roger said was true, it meant that he felt every bit as much affection for her as she for him. Maybe there was even a real future with him. She felt her heart soar at the thought of spending her life with the handsome, strong man in front of her.

“Oh Roger,” she moaned, bending her lips down to kiss him. He kissed her back, opening his mouth against hers. His tongue swept in and once again Roger was in complete control. Only now, Michelle didn't mind in the least bit. Savoring Roger's strength against her own, she kissed him with all the love and passion she felt for him.

Roger's hands slid up her skirt, hiking it over her waist. She heard him unfastening his belt buckle and the thought struck her that they were really going to make love right here in the limo while driving around the city. The thought made her giddy. Reaching out, Michelle helped Roger free himself from his trousers.

Michelle clasped her hands around Roger's thick cock enjoying the groan of pleasure that came from him. She loved the way it felt it her hands, so strong and yet silky to the touch. She suddenly had the insane desire to taste him the way he had tasted her on their first night together. Michelle slid of Roger's lap and knelt down between his legs.

His eyes widened in surprise and then grew smoky dark as he held his breath in anticipation.

Michelle pressed her lips to the tip and Roger nearly jumped out of his skin. He reached down and stroked her hair, entwining the locks around his big fists. Michelle opened her mouth wide and brought it down over Roger's pulsing cock.

“Michelle!” he groaned, gripping her hair tighter.

Roger tasted wonderful and Michelle felt that she couldn't get enough of him. She slid her mouth up and down on his length, enjoying the way he writhed and moaned beneath her. It was the ultimate power to have the most powerful man she knew at
her
mercy. She moved her mouth faster and faster and then suddenly she felt Roger yank her off him. His eyes shown like liquid smoke in the passing lights.

“Shit, Michelle,” he breathed. The next thing Michelle registered was the tearing of fabric. Roger ripped and shredded through her clothes. When she was bared to him at last, he didn't even bother removing his own clothes. Fully dressed with just his cock exposed Roger bent her over the seat in front of them. Spreading her knees apart, he knelt down behind her. He stretched one arm out beneath her, scooping her heavy breast in his palm and fondling it lovingly. With his other hand, he ran smooth circles around her slick clitoris.

Michelle gasped at the new sensations enveloping her. She ached to have him inside of her, filling her up so completely. Roger didn't make her wait long. As if couldn't take it any more, she felt him enter her with such violence her whole body was thrust into the seat in front of her. Her knees scraped against the carpeted floor as Roger plowed her from behind.

“Yes, Sweetheart,” he moaned as he felt her clenching around him. “Come for me.”

The endearment from Roger's lips was all Michelle needed. She felt herself escalate into the wondrous bliss of the most gratifying orgasm she'd ever experienced. Her own release had spurned Roger's. She felt him jerk inside her, thrusting as deep into her as he could. He clutched her to him, kissing the back of her neck.

“Oh Michelle,” he whispered against her ear, still trembling in the aftermath. “I'm in love with you.”