The CEO (9 page)

“Sheila, may I ask what’s wrong? You don’t seem like yourself tonight.”

“Does it matter? Does life
really
matter?” I said in a drunken rage.

“Yes it does, it always does. Did something bad happen?”

I couldn’t fight it anymore. The tears fell free from my eyes and onto the floor beneath me. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed the top of my head. “It’s okay Sheila. You don’t have to tell me right now. I’ll go make us some more drinks.”

I plopped down on the bed and the room started to spin. Ryan came over with a cup full of vodka and cola and I chugged the whole thing back. I needed to numb this pain as soon as possible.

My dad was released from the hospital after a two-week stay in the intensive care unit. A home health aide was ordered to be at his beck and call until he was back to a hundred percent. I was so thankful that the doctors were able to diagnose him right away, because if anything had happened to him in their care, I would have completely lost it.

Ryan and I swore to never bring up that pathetic night in the hotel again. I really had planned on sexing him into oblivion, not crying in his fucking lap all night. I was really starting to trust him a lot. We had a ton of fun outside of work, but at work, we kept everything strictly professional.

I finally gave Ryan his own office directly across from mine so that I could keep an eye on him at all times. Occasionally I caught myself staring at him as he typed away on his keyboard. With his new position, he also scanned all documents and uploaded them to the new computers we’d bought. He kept teasing me about the ‘outdated’ system, so I’d finally done something about it—with his help of course.

One night we were both so caught up in our work that I didn’t even realize it was after ten p.m. I had emptied every single file I had in my cabinet and brought it over to him to upload to the computer, except for one.

As I walked across the hall, I noticed he had removed his suit jacket and unbuttoned a few clasps on his shirt, revealing his smooth, defined chest underneath. I felt a small pulse under my skirt and knew I couldn’t fight these urges any longer.

I tapped on the door, “Hey, Ryan?”

“Yeah?” he said looking up at me with his piercing blue eyes.

“I have one more folder for you.” I walked over to his desk slowly and placed the file on top of it. I sat down next to the folder and crossed my legs.

“Ms—uh—” he said nervously. “Is there anything else I can do for you?”

“In fact, there is.” I slid off the desk to my feet and pushed him back in the chair, running my fingers down his shirt.

I pressed my chest against his and slid down his body, spreading his legs as I kneeled before him. It didn’t take much for him to become aroused, and his bulge was quite noticeable underneath his slacks.

I ran my hand over it, slowly caressing it through the fabric. I ran my lips across it, feeling it throb under his pants.

Reaching for his buckle, I unfastened it and unzipped his pants, freeing his cock from his boxers. “Sheila…” Before he could continue, I slid my mouth over the head of it. As I swirled my tongue around the tip, his body started to tense up.

I relaxed my throat to try to accommodate his girth but it wouldn’t fit, so I used my hand to assist me. Up and down my hand slid, in sync with my lips, until I felt his body tense. I removed my lips and finished him off with my hand.

I got up off my knees and went out the office door, heading to the bathroom down the hall to wash my hands. Before I made it inside, Ryan ran up behind me, pushed me in and locked the door behind us. He shoved my back up against the door and his lips crashed into mine. I opened my mouth, allowing his tongue to fully slide in.

He raised my arms above my head and pinned them against the door, locking them in place with one hand as he used his free hand to reach underneath my skirt and slide my panties down to the floor. Then he released my hands just long enough to drop his pants and slide on a condom.

Lifting me into the air, he slowly inched his cock inside of me, carefully letting my walls stretch to receive him—all of him. His tongue traced the side of my neck as he began to pick up speed.

Faster and faster he thrust, smacking my back against the door. I wrapped my legs around him tightly, enjoying every single stroke.

My body heated and my legs started to quake. I could feel myself getting closer. His breathing sped up and his strokes slowed down. I felt him getting closer too.

I let out a loud moan, and he slammed me into the door one last time, causing us both to climax together. He paused briefly before he released me from the wall and kissed me again before tossing the rubber in the trash and fastening his pants.

As he washed his hands, he looked at me in the mirror and said, “Don’t worry, no one will ever know about this,” and left the bathroom. I walked over to the mirror, fixed my hair, and re adjusted my skirt. I turned around to retrieve my panties, but they were gone.

I ran down the hall back to his office and saw him with them pressed against his nose, inhaling my scent. “Looking for something?” he said.

“Yes, you can hand them over now,” I demanded.

“There’s nothing stopping you from coming to get them,” he retorted.

“Keep them. That way when you go home and beat off later, you’ll have a souvenir.”

As I lay in my bed I couldn’t stop thinking about Ryan and what we’d done in the bathroom. All the sexual tension that had built up between us had been released, and I craved more.

My phone vibrated on the night stand and I saw two messages. One was my dad letting me know he was okay and not to worry. The other was from Ryan. It was a photo of my black lace thong.

I laughed at the thought of Ryan actually keeping my underwear. I’d figured he’d just toss them, unless sniffing used thongs was his past time.

On my way into work I couldn’t stop thinking about what Ryan and I had done.

My body still tingled and craved him. Liam had been the only person my body hungered for like that, until now.

As I walked though the office door a bright idea came to me. I needed to write a press release about my national gas project. It was the only way to generate huge hype and sell it to consumers without shoving it down their throats.

I’d ask Karen to set up an interview with Channel Five News and I’d have Ryan help me with the press release. I really believed in our natural gas project division and believed it could eventually benefit everyone.

“Hey Ryan, are you any good with press releases?”

“I’ve never dealt with one before, but I don’t think it would be very hard to figure out.”

“Good, I’ll write up a rough draft while you do some research.”

Ryan and I stayed in the office all night long trying to perfect the press release. I really felt it was going to make a huge impact on consumers.

I was going to rebrand this company and this was step one.

“I’m starving, Sheila. Would you like me to order some Chinese food or something?”

“Sure, don’t forget the lomein and crab rangoon,” I said, faking a smile.

I wasn’t a huge fan of Chinese food this late at night and I knew I was going to pay for it in the morning.

After our quick greasy meal, we finally perfected the letter. It was after two a.m. when we finished.

“Thanks for your help, Ryan.”

“It wasn’t a problem, Sheila.”

I left the conference room to lock my things up in my office. Once I was finished I sat down and watched Ryan from across the hall.

His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and his hair was a mess from constantly running his fingers through it all night in frustration.

The more I admired him from afar, the more I wanted him, the more my body wanted him.

“Hey Ryan, could you come here for a moment?”

“Sure, be there in a sec.” I hiked my skirt up and sat on top of my desk, waiting.

“Yes Sheila?” he said, slowly entering the room.

“Shut the door behind you,” I commanded.

He shut the door and then walked over to me. I grabbed a hold of his shirt and unbuttoned all of his clasps.

Revealing his slim, toned physique underneath, I ran my fingers up and down his six pack while he stood idle with his hands by his sides.

I slid off of the desk to my feet and kissed the base of his neck. He tilted his head back while I continued my journey further down his body, slowly taunting him, inch-by-inch, until I returned to my feet.

“Ryan, look into my eyes,” I said while grasping the back of his neck and pressing my body up against his.

His blue eyes bore into mine and I felt his cock pressing up against his pants. The tension between us was very high. “Kiss me, Ryan.”

His lips forcefully crashed upon mine as he pushed me back on top of my desk.

He spread my legs apart and slid his hand in between them, immediately feeling my wetness. “No panties, tonight?” he asked.

“I figured I wouldn’t be needing them.”

He laughed then unbuttoned my shirt, displaying my lace push up bra and noticeable cleavage.

Nuzzling his face in between them, he reached behind me and unhooked it, letting my heavy breasts fall free. “God, you’re beautiful,” he whispered.

His lips made contact with my nipples, slowly pulling each one into his mouth. His lips traveled further down my skin, setting my body on fire.

Once his lips made contact with my opening, I knew I was putty in his hands. Each swirl of his tongue caused my body to seize with pleasure. Chills went up my spine as I grasped hold of his hair. He locked his lips on my clit and as much as I tried to fight it, he made my body quiver.

He climbed back on top of me and kissed me, sharing the flavor of my pussy with me. Breaking our kiss momentarily, he ripped open a condom and slid it on his throbbing cock.

Grabbing hold of the back of my neck, slowly he entered me, staring deeply into my eyes with each stroke, torturing my body.

His eyes were full of hope and I knew I had him right where I wanted him.

“She—” he whispered.

“Ryan, don’t.”

“I—” His body slightly trembled and he pulled out of me, trying to hold back the sensation to come. He calmly stoked his cock and re entered me, thrusting harder than he ever had before.