Mid Life Love (11 page)

I can’t believe
I did that...I just fucked the CEO...

I moved past him
and fumbled around for my robe, hastily tying it around my body. I ignored the
wicked looks he was giving me as he stood up and re-adjusted his pants.

I took a deep
breath and rose to my feet, trying to find my words. “I...I need to shower and
you need to go to your meeting so—”

“You’re kicking
me out?”

“Yes.” I walked
over to the table and made sure his briefcase was closed before picking it up.
“Here’s your briefcase. I picked ad stock number eighteen...Have a good day.”

He swooped down
to kiss me, but I stepped back. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Mr. Statham.”

He laughed. “See
you tomorrow, Claire.”

––––––––

I
sat at my desk
and stared blankly at the computer screen. All I could think about was yesterday’s
rendezvous with Jonathan and how I should’ve let him stay for another hour or
two.

I wasn’t sure if
it felt so amazing because I hadn’t had sex in such a long time, or if I should
give him all the credit.

I called Sandra.
“Hey. Are you busy?”

“Of course not,
Miss ‘I-Gave-It-Up-Before-The-Third-Date’!” She laughed. “You never texted me
back yesterday! How was it?”

“It was
amazing
...It
was the best sex I’ve ever had in my life. Hands down.”

“Really? Better
than sex with your ex-husband?”

Hell yes!
“Yes...” I was
getting hot just thinking about it. “Do you think if I call in sick tomorrow
he’ll come over again?”

“What a
turnaround from last week!” She laughed. “Probably. I think he likes you.”

That’s exactly
what I’m afraid of...

“Oh! Claire,
I’ve got to go. I’ve got an emergency patient out front. I’ll call you later.”
She hung up and I reclined in my chair.

Thanks to my
constant fantasizing, I hadn’t done much of anything all day and I was
considering going home early.

“Claire?” Mr.
Barnes stuck his head inside my door. “We’ve finally got an idea I think you’re
going to like!”

I highly doubt
that...

“I’ll be right
there. Give me one second.” I waited until I was sure he was gone, and slipped
into another pair of panties under my desk.

That’s pair
number two and it’s not even noon...

I walked outside
my office, spotted the “idea I was sure to like,” and forced myself not to turn
back around.

“Mr. Barnes, I
told you this ad was racist last week. It’s
still
racist...”

“Ah, ah, ah!
Look closer!” He brought the poster closer to my face. “It’s not just African
American slaves now. We’ve got Caucasian slaves, Hispanic slaves,
and
Asian slaves—with chopsticks! Tell me that’s not diversity!”

“Okay. I’m going
home.”

“Stop, stop! It
was a joke. Show her the real poster, Tina.”

His assistant
put down the atrocity and held up a simple ad of a
s
Phone blue floating
amongst the clouds. It read, “Light. Airy.
sBlue
.”

“Wow! I like
it!” I smiled. “We may have to play with the words a bit, but the visual is
spectacular!”

“Finally! You
actually
like
something!” He laughed. “Could you run this up to Mr.
Statham? He’s in the art studio. He’s been nagging me about updates all day.”

“Why can’t you
do it?”

“I have a
recommendation letter to write for Tina.” He looked at his watch. “It’s due in
two hours.”

Why is he always
so last minute?!

I grabbed the
poster and headed for the elevators. Even though I’d been thinking about
Jonathan all day, I didn’t want to see him at work unless I absolutely had to.

I stepped off on
the art floor and looked around. There was no one at any of the desks, and all
the computers looked like they’d been sleeping for hours.

I walked around
to the photography room and saw Jonathan talking to a woman in a purple dress.
He smiled at me as I entered, then he turned his attention back to her.

“You think we
need to hire more senior photographers, Miss Blanc? Won’t that cause more
friction?”

“Not at all.”
She shook her head. “We need new talent too. Jillian is retiring this summer
and Bailey will be taking an extended maternity leave in March. At the very
least, we could use two people on one year contracts.”

“I’ll definitely
let HR know that tomorrow, Miss Blanc. Thank you for bringing this to my
attention. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“See you
tomorrow, Mr. Statham. Thanks for letting all of us take the rest of the day
off.” She blushed and walked out of the room.

He waited until
he heard the ping of the elevators to say anything to me. “To what do I owe
this surprise, Miss Gracen?”

“This is the
latest idea from our department.” I handed him the poster. “The words aren’t
set in stone yet, but we want to keep the visual.” 

“Yes, it’s a
very beautiful visual...” He wasn’t even looking at it.

I stepped back.
“Could you please look at the
board
?”

“It looks good.
I like the clouds. Happy? Now, answer my question. Why are
you
up here?”

“Were you
expecting Mr. Barnes?”

“I was. I’ve
been calling him about this all day and wanted his insight on a few other
things.”

“Oh...
Ohhhh
.”
I backed away. “So, you’re interested in pursuing relations with male
and
female employees. Enlightening.”

He let out a low
laugh. “I’m only interested in
one
employee that works here, but I’m not
sure how much longer I’m going to be able to deal with her insulting me...”

“Are you always
this glib? It’s a major turn off for me.”

“You know,” he
said as he rubbed his chin, “I was thinking about asking you out again, but I
don’t want to be stood up
twice
.”

“Well, don’t ask
and you won’t have to worry about that.”

“I
won’t
.”
He locked his eyes on mine, pinning me to one spot, leaving me completely
motionless.

Shit, I need to
change my panties again...

He stood up and
walked over to me, smiling as if he knew I was unable to move. He made a full
circle around me and then he stopped and reached into his pocket.

“You kicked me
out so fast yesterday that I left without giving you your little friend back.”
He retrieved the vibrator and held it out for me. “Are you going to take it?”

I blushed and
reached for it, but he moved it away.

“I honestly
don’t think you need this anymore, Claire.” He rolled it around in his palm.

“And why is
that?”

“Because I’m
more than willing to take its place. And I can guarantee that I’ll do a
much
better job.”

My panties were
officially soaked. “Um...I should probably—”

“Go?”

“Yes. I should
go
...I
need to finish some work downstairs and get back to—”

“You don’t have
anything to do.” He pulled me into his arms and kissed me senseless.

Before I could
react, he slipped his fingers underneath my shirt and popped the snaps off my
bra. He cupped the back of my neck with his hand—dipping his tongue deeper into
my mouth, using his other hand to rub the small of my back.

“Shut the door,”
he whispered in between breaths.

“
What
?”
My eyes widened.

“Okay. Door open
it is.” He continued kissing me, sliding my shirt off my shoulders, pushing me
over to the table that lined the back of the wall. He slid his hands underneath
my skirt and groaned, biting my bottom lip as I tried to break away.

Then he tore his
mouth away from mine. “Bend over the desk.”

I stilled. I
wasn’t sure whether he was serious or not. Sex right now? On company property?
His
company’s property?

I stood there
blinking at him, thinking I’d interpreted that completely wrong.

“Claire...” He
spun me around so my back was to his front, so I was facing the wall. “
Bend.
Over. The. Desk
.”

I hesitated,
wishing I’d closed the door when he’d told me to. I tried to turn back around,
but he wedged his knee in between my thighs and spread my legs apart.

“I hate
repeating myself,” he whispered in my ear, sending chills up and down my spine.
“Bend over
right now
.”

I gasped, slowly
bending over the desk, pressing my stomach against the flat surface.

“Grab onto the
edge,” he ordered, and I obliged. 

I felt him
pushing my skirt up and moving my panties to the side, letting out a low laugh
when he felt how wet I was. I heard the sound of foil paper crumpling behind me
and tried to brace myself for his length.

I didn’t get a
chance to take another breath before he slid completely into me, holding me by
my waist line.

“Let’s see if I
can make you cum like this...”

He worked
himself into a slow grind, alternating his deep thrusts with short kisses
against my neck. As I adjusted to his length—hanging on to the table for
support and spreading my legs even wider, he moved his hands up to my breasts
and palmed them—
rough
. He pinched my nipples, twisting and pulling them
harshly, giving me pain and pleasure at the same time.

I cried as his
thrusts went even deeper, as he held me firm and prevented me from squirming.

“Do you still
need your purple friend?” he murmured against my ear. “Does he fuck you
better
?”

“
Ahhh
...”

“Answer me.”

I couldn’t. His
thrusts were too much. He was starting to speed up and my body was quaking at
the unfamiliar sensations.

“So you
do
need him?” he asked again, and I heard the familiar sound of my vibrator
humming against my leg.

I tried to
answer him, tried to say “NO,” but the next thing I felt was Jonathan holding
the vibrator against my clit—on the highest setting.

“
Pleaseeee
...”
I cried out.

“
Please
?”
He kept holding it right there, simultaneously pounding into me with no mercy.
“That’s not what I asked you...”

“
Oh—Ohhhhh
!”
I was about to combust—I could
feel
it. I tried to reach down and push
the vibrator away—to ease some of the pressure away, but his hands were way too
strong.

“Answer me,
Claire.” He kissed my neck. “Do you still need your little friend?”

“
NO...No!
”
I screamed as my body shuddered and convulsed against him. “
No
...” I held
on to the edge of the table as the last tremors moved through me, as I waited
for my heart rate to slow down.

I thought that
was it, that
that
was my orgasm for the day (for the
year
), and
that he would let me go so I could recover, but he didn’t. He dropped the
vibrator to the floor and started moving into me with a different rhythm—a
slower one, and a different set of tremors began to course their way through
me. 

I groaned as he
caressed my hips, as he kissed my shoulders—showing me a completely different
side of him.

I clenched my
insides, trying to savor the feeling of the more passionate thrusts, but it was
no use. My body gave out once again and I collapsed onto the table, moaning as
he pumped into me a few more times to reach his own release.

My legs felt
numb, wobbly—they weren’t going to hold up much longer. My heart was racing a
million miles a minute and my chest was heaving uncontrollably. 

“Let go of the
table, Claire,” Jonathan whispered in my ear.

I pried my
fingers from the edge one by one and felt myself being pulled down to the floor
with him. I didn’t even try to look composed; I sat still, shirtless, with my
skirt bunched around my waist.

We were both
inhaling and exhaling at the same rate, trying to steady our breathing for what
felt like an eternity.

I looked over at
him and noticed that he was staring at me, watching my every breath. I wasn’t
sure if I should say something or not, but he reached over and grabbed my hand,
softly caressing it as he looked into my eyes.

When he saw me
reaching for my bra, he grabbed it and slid the straps back over my shoulders.
Smiling, he pressed them into place. “Turn around.”

I slowly shifted
my body and felt him re-snapping the hooks, planting kisses across my back.

Once I stopped
feeling his lips against my skin, I turned around to find him staring at me
again, giving me the same look that started this lusty session.

Without breaking
gaze with me, he picked up his phone and tapped the screen. “Hello? Angela?
Yes. Could you please tell the board that I’m sorry for being late to today’s
meeting? Right. Could you tell them I’m on my way? Thank you very much.”

He reached over
and ran his fingertips along the silver necklace I was wearing, gently tugging
the red flag pendant that hung from it. “Silver looks really good on you.” He
stood up and walked towards the door.

“Um, thank you...I
guess I’ll see you la—” I stopped mid-sentence once I realized that he wasn’t
walking out of the door; he was shutting it. “You’re not leaving?”

“No.” He smiled.
“I just thought the door needed to be shut for round two.” 

C
laire

“Well, someone
looks quite
refreshed
tonight.” Helen laughed. “I wonder why...”

“Shut up,
Helen.” I rolled my eyes. “How long is this going to take?”

“Not long. I
told him to meet us here at eight thirty, so he has five more minutes before
he’s officially late.”

I took a sip of
my wine and tried to concentrate on the task at hand. Helen and I were meeting
with a travel agent to put the final details together for Sandra’s surprise
birthday trip.

Ever since I’d
befriended the two of them, I’d realized that they took their birthdays very
seriously. It wasn’t enough to have a simple night on the town or plan a small
weekend getaway. Their birthdays needed to be celebrated for at least
a week
,
and staying in the country was never an option.

“Good evening,
ladies.” A bald man in a black suit walked over to our table. “I’m Henry
Thompson from Signature Travel. I understand you wanted to go over the
itinerary one last time before purchasing your summer vacation?”

“Yes,” we said
in unison.

“Alright, let’s
get started then.” He handed us both a folder. “If you look on page three, that’s
where I’ve highlighted the basics. Since this is a surprise for Miss Sandra,
we’re going to have the limo pick her up on that Saturday and take her to the
airport. Once she’s there, she’ll meet the two of you and—”

Helen looked
over at me, raising her eyebrow, and then she snapped her fingers at Mr.
Thompson. “I thought we agreed that we weren’t doing any air travel. We just
want to cruise. That was the
whole point
of the trip.”

“Oh. I wasn’t
aware that the entire trip was supposed to be on the ocean, but we can surely
arrange that for you. You do know that’ll be an additional two thousand dollars
each, right?” He cleared his throat. “If you forfeit the air travel, you’re
going to have to take a private cruise-liner to the port in Florida.”

I almost choked.
“Did you just say two thousand—”

“Not a problem,”
Helen intervened. “I’m paying for everything anyway. Is there a way you could
change what needs to be changed while we’re here so we can sign off on it
tonight?”

“Sure, there’s
an internet café right across the street. Can you give me ten minutes?”

Helen nodded and
he walked away.

“Helen, two
thousand dollars in addition to the original three thousand?
Each
?
That’s a bit much don’t you think? I don’t think I’ll be able to afford—”

“Get over it,
Claire. I said
I
was paying for everything and we all deserve this
trip—especially
you
. Oh, and guess what the best part is?”

“Does it involve
men?”

“You know me so
well. The week we’re going is the same week the Chippendale dancers are having
their annual strippers’ retreat! How great is that! You should be bowing in my
presence.”

“You are a true
piece of work, Helen...”

I felt my phone
vibrate and saw a text message. Jonathan: “
Photography room tomorrow. 5:00.
You should wear something similar to what you have on right now.”

I paled.
He’s
here?

“Claire?” Helen
fanned herself. “Why aren’t you bowing?”

“I think
Jonathan’s here...I don’t want to turn around. Can you look around and let me
know if you see him?”

She turned
around in her chair and looked all around. “Um, no...I don’t see him. Did he text
you or something?”

I nodded.

“I think I like
him already.” She smiled. “You should know that Sandra and I have a running bet
on how long this affair will last.”

“Do I dare ask
what the time limit is?”

“I bet at least
a year.”

“A
year
?
Please. That’s a joke, right?”

“Not at all.”
She pulled out her phone. “I did some research on him the other day—for
your
benefit of course. I couldn’t find anything on him before he dropped out of
Harvard though...Anyway, he seems like a good match for you,
temporarily
anyway. His net worth is 9.5
billion
, he’s only had two or three known
girlfriends; the last one was over a year ago. And—”

“I don’t have
any prior arrests or embarrassing public incidents on my record.” His voice
sounded from right behind me, and the hairs on the back of my neck stood up.

“Took the words
right out of my mouth...” Helen grinned.

“Nice seeing you
again, Helen.” He ran his fingers against my bare shoulders.

“Same to you,
Jonathan. Would you like to sit down with us?”

He walked from
behind me and smiled. “No thank you. I need to get back upstairs to my meeting.
I’ll see you tomorrow,
Claire
.” He looked me up and down before walking
away.

“I can’t believe
you, Helen!” I shook my head. “You
did
see him, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, but he
motioned for me not to say anything.” She laughed. “I am
definitely
going to win this bet. We have to tell Sandra about this!”

––––––––

“S
o team, we
have narrowed the
s
Phone blue slogans down to two contenders. This week
we’ll need to meet with the beta team regarding the newest tablets and data
projects. We also need to plan our commercial shoots so we can—”

I couldn’t focus
on anything Mr. Barnes was saying. I was in a state of euphoria and no matter
how hard I tried to rejoin my coworkers in the real world, it never happened.

Every day for
the past two weeks, I’d been having sex with Jonathan after business hours. At
first, we were meeting in the photography room, but after the photographers
started hosting later meetings, we took things to wherever an empty space was
available—stairwells, janitor’s closets, employee lounges.

There were no
deep conversations between us, no eye-opening revelations about our lives; it
was just sex. Pure, mind blowing, out of this world sex.

It was like he
knew my body better than I did; I’d never had multiple orgasms in my life.
Ever!

I’d never
thought having so much sex was possible or that sex could be that incredible. I
mean, sex with Ryan was “good,” but it never left me getting hot just thinking
about it, never left me completely ravaged and on cloud nine for hours after.

Jonathan was an
Adonis
in bed—well, we hadn’t actually had sex in a bed, but he was amazing
nonetheless.

All it took was
once glance from him, one slight brush against my skin after a group meeting,
and I was wet and ready to go.

“Miss Gracen?
Miss Gracen?” Mr. Barnes shot me a quizzical look.

“Yes?” I
reluctantly snapped out of my thoughts.

“Do you want to
introduce the interns’ presentations?”

“Certainly, Mr.
Barnes.” I stood up and looked around the table. “All the interns were given
the task of coming up with a commercial for the
s
Phone blue with
animation. We have two groups that are going to present and they each have ten
minutes. At the end of the presentations, we need each of you to send an email
to myself and Mr. Barnes about which one you feel will better fit the
campaign.”

I sat back down
and tried not to roll my eyes.

While the first
group was setting up their presentation, Jonathan walked into the room. “Hello
everyone.” He smiled. “You all don’t mind if I sit in for this do you?”

There were
murmurs of “Not at all,” “Of course,” and “Sure.”

He walked around
the table and once again took a seat directly in front of me.

Mr. Barnes
beamed. “Miss Turner, could you please pass Mr. Statham a copy of the
power-points please?”

She walked
towards him, blushing bright red, and handed Jonathan a folder. He nodded his
head and smiled at her, making her face turn crimson.

The lights
dimmed and Jonathan’s eyes immediately met mine across the table. He was giving
me his ‘I want you right now’ look, and I couldn’t deal with that right now—not
in the middle of the day, not in front of all of my colleagues.

I swiveled my
chair around and exhaled, watching the first few minutes of a presentation that
was shockingly well done. 

I felt my phone
vibrating and opened the text.  Jonathan:
“Turn back around. Now.”

“Only if you
agree to stop looking at me. I don’t want other people sensing that we are
sleeping together and I can’t focus with you eyeing me...”

“I don’t give a
fuck what they think. TURN. AROUND.”

“Pay attention
to the presentation. You might learn something.”

I clapped at the
end of the first presentation and prepared to take notes on the second, but I
received another text from him:
“If you don’t turn around within the next
sixty seconds, I swear I will walk around this table and fuck you in front of
everyone.”

My heart
fluttered. I figured he had to be bluffing; he wouldn’t risk his reputation on
something so reckless and trivial.

I kept listening
to the interns and writing down my thoughts.

“Thirty seconds,
Claire...”

I stifled a gasp
and texted him back.
“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Try me.”

“Alright
everyone!” Mr. Barnes said. “Thanks to both intern teams for outstanding work.
Directors, make sure you email me and Miss Gracen what you think before you
leave for the day. It’s now time for our weekly Zen session, so we need to head
on over to the relaxation room.”

I closed my
notebook and breathed a sigh of relief. I followed my team across the hall and
into a room full of tacky sea-colored bean bags.

As usual, one of
the directors turned off the lights and Mr. Barnes lit the three huge Zen
candles that stood at the front of the room.

We were supposed
to “find” our way to the bean bag that “spoke” to us,” and sit on it for one
hour of meditation in the dark. Of course, most of the time people just turned
on their music and fell asleep—especially me.

I headed towards
my secluded spot in the back corner and started to sit down, but I felt
Jonathan wrapping his arms around my waist.

Before I could
tell him to stop, he bent down and kissed me until I was out of breath.

“You’re lucky
it’s so dark in here,” he whispered. “Next time I’ll do it in the conference
room for everyone to see.”

“I—”

He kissed me
again and pulled me close. “Shhhh. Don’t talk.”

“For everyone
that doesn’t have their own relaxation music...” Mr. Barnes’ voice was coming
from the front of the room. “Please put on the Zen headphones now. I’m going to
start playing the ocean music through them in about ten seconds.”

“You should
probably try to be as quiet as possible.” Jonathan pulled me over to the corner
and slid his hands underneath my skirt.

He can’t be
serious...

“Jonathan, stop.
This is crazy...” My breath caught in my throat. “Do you know how many people are
in here? You wouldn’t—”

“You brought
this on yourself.” He kissed me and pulled me down onto a beanbag.

I tore my mouth
away from his and tried to stand up, using my hands to push off from the floor,
but he snaked his arm around my waist and pulled me close.

“I’m starting
the Zen music now,” Mr. Barnes said. “Remember no talking and no cell phone
usage please. Oh, and remember to take deep breaths and—”

The rest of his
sentence came out muffled. I couldn’t focus.

Jonathan was kissing
me relentlessly—not giving me a chance to pull away. When he’d taken every
ounce of breath that I had, he pushed my dress up past my thighs and positioned
me to straddle his lap.

I heard him
unbuckling his pants and un-wrapping a condom, so I tried to get up again, but
one of his arms was still tightly snaked around me.

“Jonathan...” I
whispered. “Think about this. I—”

“I have,” he
said as he slipped two fingers inside of me. “I’ve been thinking about it all
day.” He moved them in and out a few times, and then he brought his mouth close
to my ear. “And from the feel of things...You’ve been thinking about it too.”

I suppressed a
moan as he placed a kiss on my neck, as he tilted me up and slowly lowered me
onto his dick.

“
Ahh
...
Ahhh
...
Ahhhhh
...”

“Shhhh...” He tugged
at my bottom lip with his teeth and grabbed my hands, placing them on the wall
behind him. “You have to be quiet or they’ll hear us...”

“Alright, one
last thing everyone.” Mr. Barnes was still talking. “Remember, if anyone is
caught talking or if someone’s cell phone goes off, I’ll have to turn on the
lights and we’ll have to do the session in the light, without the power of the
candles. So, don’t be selfish—the Zen system benefits us all...”

I pressed my
hands against the wall, exhaling as Jonathan pushed the top of my dress down
and drew one of my nipples into his mouth.

“Claire...” He
rubbed his hands across my back, pulling me close, and then he whispered in my
ear, “
Move
.”

I sucked in a
breath and rocked against him, trying to not to moan as he rolled his tongue
around one of my nipples.

He was teasing
it gently, matching the same up and down rhythm I was using with my hips.

I tried to go as
slow as I possibly could—knowing that if I sped up I would end up screaming and
everyone would see me grinding against our boss. I exhaled each time I sank
down—over and over, but it must not have been good enough for Jonathan because
he suddenly cupped my ass and moved me up and down himself—at a much faster
pace.

“Ahhh...Godddd...stopppp...” 
I whispered.