Out of My League (7 page)

“Yep.” He tucked his cock into his pants and fastened them. “Go get lunch or you’ll find out how I discipline a sucky assistant.”

She rolled her eyes at his unintentional pun. “Let me guess. You’ll tie me up and spank me?”

He chuckled. “Nope. Spanking was your fantasy. While I’m not opposed to it at all, it doesn’t figure into my fantasy of having you as my beautiful and slutty administrative assistant, tempting you with my potent masculinity, and then making good on my promises.”

She glanced around the room, her keen eyes searching for something. “Where is your jacket?”

Though he knew the person from Oasis who had delivered the food would be long gone—they had a strict policy of not intruding—he wasn’t willing to humiliate Mia, and it was cold outside. He pointed to the top drawer of the filing cabinet.

She snagged his black fleece and left the room. He hoped it smelled like her when he got it back. She wasn’t gone long, but when she returned, she looked puzzled.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nobody was there. I mean, I couldn’t even hear a car driving away. That’s a little spooky.” She set a white paper bag on the desk and unrolled the top to open it up. “Oh, goody. I love subs.”

He watched with a grin on his face, enjoying the simple act of seeing her unpack food from a paper bag. She divided the chips and soft drinks, and then she sniffed at the paper wrapped around each sub to determine what was inside.

“You like Philly cheesesteak too?” she asked.

“Yeah. Is that what you got?”

She nodded. “This explains why they asked what kinds of food I like. I thought some of the questions were a bit much, didn’t you?”

Kaelen laughed. The questionnaire had asked everything from his shoe size to what color nail polish he preferred to see on his partner’s toes. And those were just the foot-themed questions. “Yeah, but they got it perfect, so I’m not about to complain.”

PERFECT. KAELEN’S ADJECTIVE took Mia by surprise, and she didn’t know why. Her first impulse was to interpret it to mean he found her to be the perfect person to fulfill his sexual fantasies. But that was a little too difficult to swallow. Men as tall, handsome, and charming as Kaelen inevitably ended up with women who matched. Mia had always pictured herself with a man who was about five-seven, a little round in the middle, a little bald on the head, and a little boring in the bedroom. Her last serious boyfriend had been most of those things. His lackluster brown hair hadn’t begun to thin yet, but given that even his mother’s hair was thin, it was just a matter of time.

Mia didn’t have a problem with any of that. Acting out this fantasy through Oasis was her way of sowing her wild oats before she settled down with the man who would tolerate her body and love her brains. He’d want to get married, get their careers firmly launched, and then have a couple of kids. He might not be the kind of man who coached T-ball, but he’d attend all the practices and put his heart and soul into cheering for their son or daughter.

Kaelen likely only meant that things were going well so far. Mia was approaching this assistant fantasy with a sense of humor, and she was committed to the role. He probably appreciated her effort. She definitely appreciated the effort he put into fulfilling her spanking fantasy. Going all out for this part of it was the least she could do.

The unnatural silence in the room brought her mind back to the present. She glanced up at Kaelen. He bit into his sub sandwich without taking his eyes from her.

She sank into one of the two chairs in front of the desk and unwrapped her sub. “So, is this a break, or are we still in our roles while we have lunch?”

Kaelen grinned. “I guess we should take a break. Otherwise I’d have to ask you to take off my flannel, and then the sight of your cleavage and your snatch would mean I couldn’t finish lunch. And I think we both need to refuel for this afternoon. In addition to harassing you some more, I have to do some product testing. You know, actual work.”

Mia had read the scenario script so often she’d committed it to memory. It contained no references to actual work. She swallowed and sipped her drink. “It turns you on to watch someone do secretarial work? Does the tapping of fingers on a keyboard bring back fond cybersex memories?”

His rich laugh filled the room, infecting her with a smile she couldn’t wipe from her face. Several moments passed before he settled down enough to shake his head at her humor. “I bet you’d be good at sexting.”

“I’m taking off my bra. Oh, my nipples are so hard for you.” She approximated mechanical speech the best she could, but sarcasm remained the dominant part of the tone.

Kaelen got into the spirit of things. “I’m hard, babe. Stroking fast. Faster. Fastest. Touch your clit. Come for me.” His dimple manifested, and her thighs trembled despite the deliberate lack of passion in his speech.

She looked him up and down, licking her lips as licentiously as she could. “Sexting wouldn’t work for me. I’d have to see it.”

He wrapped up the remainder of his sub and shoved it in the bag. “Happy to show you, babe. Anytime. I’d even let you help.”

She ignored the invitation and gestured at the bag. “Aren’t you going to finish that?”

Shaking his head, he rounded to her side of the desk and dropped into the chair next to hers. Smoke swirled behind his eyes. “I’m hungry for something different.”

Mia didn’t bother with trying to be sexy. “Well, my lunch isn’t different. Besides, I’m hungry, so you can’t have it.”

“Want me to tell you what kind of work we’ll be doing today?”

Since that information had been absent from the description, she could admit to intense curiosity. “Yes. The scenario outline didn’t call for actual work.”

Kaelen got that smug look on his face that made her rethink finishing the sub. She was suddenly less hungry for steak. “I asked for a list of what kinds of toys you would and wouldn’t allow instead of giving details about this part. I wanted it to be a surprise.”

Mia lowered her half-eaten sub. “Seeing me here today wasn’t enough of a surprise?”

He drew his thumb along her lower lip in what could have been a sensual caress, but it also could have been him wiping away sauce. “Seeing you here only made me wonder why I hesitated so long to ask you out.”

Stones dropped in the pit of her stomach. She didn’t want to become a victim of his charm. “Kaelen, please don’t step outside of the scenario parameters.” They’d agreed to avoid saying things of an emotional nature or making promises to continue the fantasy beyond that day.

He held up his hands in a gesture of apology and surrender. “Sorry. I won’t go there.”

“Why don’t you tell me what work you have planned?” She rewrapped the other half of her sandwich. It would make a good dinner on her way to the airport.

“I’m researching the impact of sociological factors prohibiting men from using sex toys in erotic play due to the fact they think it’ll influence how masculine they’re perceived. You’ll be asked a series of questions after each miniscenario.”

The sociology grad student part of Mia’s brain stood up and took notice. The woman who’d been disappointed by more than one lover lined up right behind her. What was it about men that made them leery of using electronic devices in bed? They used them everywhere else.

Of course, she wasn’t opposed to the idea of having a job with perks that involved orgasms. She gestured to the door. “Give me five minutes?”

“Take your time. I’ll get everything set up.”

It took a little longer than five minutes because she couldn’t use the bathroom when all she could think about were the various scenarios Kaelen had planned. She could really get behind a man who wasn’t afraid to supplement his biological equipment with things that vibrated or pulsed.

When she returned, she found Kaelen pulling the sheets back on a bed that hadn’t been there when she left. He turned to her with that half grin on his face and lifted his shoulder in a lazy shrug. “I found a Murphy bed. They said the room would have a bed, but when I came in before, I couldn’t find it.”

That explained what had taken him so long to call her into the office the first time. “How did you find it?”

“There was a note in the drawer with all the toys, which we get to keep, by the way. It had directions on how to pull out the bed and some warnings about safety features. You know, like don’t jump on the bed because you can bang your head on the ceiling. And put these sliding things into the locked position. And don’t forget the mattress pads.”

Delighted to have a bed, Mia laughed. “Why the mattress pads?”

He swaggered over to her and pulled her hips close. “Because you’re going to be that wet.”

She was already pretty slippery. He dipped his head and gave her one of those slow, casual kisses that lit her fires. He was too talented with those lips.

“All right, babe. Give me a minute to wash these toys. There’s a survey on the desk I need you to fill out first.”

He disappeared with what looked like a fishing tackle box. Mia skirted the bed, which took up half of the office space, and looked at the paper on the desk.

It asked several questions about what she did to excite herself while masturbating versus what she did when she was with another person. How did she correct for maximum stimulation alone? Did she direct lovers to pay more attention to the areas she liked? They went on and on like this. The questions from Oasis had been informational. Kaelen’s questions asked for an emotional interpretation.

Mia frowned at the questions. Until now, it had never occurred to her that she expected her lovers to read her mind. If she didn’t tell them what she liked and what she didn’t like, how would they know? And how could she balance that with not sounding bossy? Nobody liked to be micromanaged, especially not in bed.

Well, most people didn’t.

When he returned, she handed the paper to him. “You could design a whole study around this idea.”

He gave her a funny look as he set the plastic box down at the head of the bed. “Why are you still wearing clothes?”

Unwilling to pursue the reason behind his expression, she slid back into her role. “You didn’t ask me to take them off.”

He crossed his arms and lifted a brow.

She unbuttoned the tight shirt and shrugged out of it. The white lace demi-bra followed her skirt to the floor. “Are you going to undress?”

His smoldering gaze kept her pinned in place. She’d always giggled at descriptions of men with smoldering gazes, but now that she’d spent half a day in Kaelen’s crosshairs, she had learned not to discount the power of a good smolder.

Like her, he unbuttoned his shirt first. Unlike her, he made a conscious effort to seduce with his striptease. She had to lick her lips and swallow to avoid drooling over his broad shoulders and ripped abs.

His pants fell down his legs, revealing the cock she had so recently come to know so well. It sprang from his nest of curls, hard and ready for another round. When he finished, standing before her in nothing but a plaid tie, he stayed put and let her stare. She was too busy enjoying the sight of his body to be self-conscious about the intense way he studied her body.

After a few long moments full of unspoken lust passed, he climbed onto the bed, arranging the pillows behind him so he could sit up. “Come straddle me.”

Mia scrambled to obey. “Aren’t you going to take off your tie?”

“I’m going to use it as a blindfold in a little while. First, I want to see how you respond when you can see the toy.”

Unable to stop the analytical side of her brain, she pursed her lips. “Don’t you think you should do the blind test first? That way I’ll be more focused on giving you the data you want.”

He slipped the tie, which he had loosened to get out of his shirt, over his head and handed it to her. “Blindfold yourself. No peeking.”

Blindfolding oneself with a tie was easier said than done. The wider part had to go over her eyes, which made tying it a little challenging. Kaelen helped.

“Just sit there for now. I’m going to stimulate different parts of your body with the toys. I want you to feel free to give suggestions. I’m going to ask a lot of questions, but I’ll try to keep them simple.”

One hand closed over her breast. She felt his warmth, but even before her surgery, her breasts hadn’t been sensitive or responsive. He massaged it. Then he pinched and rolled her nipple. She held her breath and wished for him to move on. He played with both breasts for a few minutes before his hands dropped away.

When they returned, he pinched a nipple between his fingers and pulled it, stretching the skin to the point where she felt a little tingle. Something soft closed around it. When he let go, a heavy object hung from it. He jostled the end of the thing, and it began buzzing. She felt the vibrations, but they didn’t stimulate her sexually.

He did the same thing to the other one, but he didn’t elicit a different response.

“Are your breasts not sensitive, or am I doing something wrong?”

One of the reasons she liked having sex from behind was that men didn’t feel obligated to touch her breasts. Or if they did, they couldn’t see her lack of reaction. Add in spanking, and she had enough stimulation to make the lack of response from her breasts unnoticeable.

“They’ve never been sensitive. Even nipple clamps don’t do more than hurt.” Though he’d clamped something to her nipples, the fact they didn’t hurt made her think they couldn’t be nipple clamps. “I don’t know quite what you’ve done, but these don’t hurt.”

“They’re soft clamps, meant for pleasure, not pain. I have them tightened as far as they’ll go.”

“Sorry. You’d get farther attaching them to my clit.”

He cupped the sides of her face in his hands and feathered his lips across hers. “Don’t apologize, babe. Does it have to do with your scars? Do you want to talk about it?”

“No and no.” She wouldn’t get defensive about her breasts unless he pushed the issue. She wanted neither sympathy nor pity. It wasn’t like she’d survived breast cancer or anything life threatening like that. Next to what some women went through, her problem had been inconsequential.