Mastered By The Boss(9)

She called to arrange for a driver to take him to the airport. Just as she hung up the phone, his door opened.

“I’ll be back in three days so we can follow up on that then,” Mr. Blair said to Mr. Turner as he walked him out the door.

Mr. Turner left and Mr. Blair went back into the office. Once the other man had disappeared around the corner, Kali stood and went into Mr. Blair’s office, then closed the door. She stood with her back to it, then turned the lock.

Mr. Blair glanced up from the computer. “Kali, I know we usually…Well, you know I have to leave in a few minutes.”

“I know. I just wanted a minute.” She walked toward him, happy to see the hunger in his eyes as she approached. “I know you don’t have time for our usual morning activity, but…”

She slipped her fingers into her pocket and pulled out the little bundle, then reached for his hand. When he held it out, she pressed the scrap of fabric into his palm.

“What’s this?” he asked as he stared at the silk and lace. Then a slow smile spread across his face as he realized they were her panties.

“I wanted to give you something to remind you of me while you’re gone.”

“So you brought these from home?”

She shook her head.

“You didn’t? Then…” His granite eyes glittered as he seemed to comprehend.

She took his hand and ran it over her hip, so he could tell there was no panty line.

“They’re the ones I’ve been wearing.”

His eyes grew dark and filled with need.

“Fuck.”

He wrapped his hand around her arm and drew her in front of him, the desk behind her. The feel of his hand gliding up her inner thigh, pushing her skirt upward, sent shivers of anticipation rippling through her.

Then his fingertips found her folds. He stroked the length.

“You’re fucking naked under this skirt.”

She smiled. “Yes, I am.”

“Ah, fuck, woman.”

He pushed her skirt up, revealing her naked pussy to his view.

“Sit on the desk,” he commanded.

“I thought you didn’t have time.”

“I’m make time,” he said sharply. “Now do it.”

She sat on the desk and he pressed her knees wide. Then he leaned forward. She gasped as his tongue brushed her sensitive flesh, then he nuzzled into her folds. His tongue found her clit and she arched against him, her hand clutching his head. He licked and twirled over her tight little bud, sending pleasure washing through her.

“You taste so good,” he murmured.

She opened wider, giving him more access. One of his hands moved to her breast and he stroked over the fabric of her top. But the pressure of his masculine fingers, especially when his thumb brushed her nipple, wrenched her desire up a notch.

As he lapped at her clit, she felt his fingers slide inside.

God, she was so slick with need. She clamped tight around his fingers as the explored her inner passage.

This wasn’t enough. She needed so much more from him.

“Oh, Mr. Blair, please. I need your cock inside me.”

He licked her again.

“Please, I beg of you.”

He groaned then stood up. He fumbled with his zipper, then she saw it. His swollen, rock-hard cock in his hand. He pressed it to her slick opening.

“Oh, yes. Please fuck me, Mr. Blair.”

He groaned again and thrust deep into her, making her gasp. He held her tight to his body, both of them sucking in air in deep breaths.

“Fuck, I love it when you beg.”

For a long moment, she luxuriated in the feel of their bodies locked together in an embrace, his strong arms around her holding her tight to his body.

Then he started to move. Slowly at first, then speeding up. Soon he was driving into her like a jackhammer, thrusting deep and hard. She clutched his shoulders and moaned.

Pleasure flooded through her like a tsunami, peaking with a sudden, startling orgasm that shattered her world.

He kept pumping as she moaned long and loud. Then he grunted and jerked against her. Hot liquid filled her, setting her on fire again, driving her to a place of pure bliss.

“Ah, fuck! I’ve got to go,” he exclaimed as he glanced at the decorative clock on his desk.

His semi-rigid cock stroked her sensitive passage as he pulled out. She ached knowing he was leaving her for three days.

But before he stepped back, he kissed her, his mouth moving on hers in a sensual onslaught. Time stood still as she luxuriated in the feel of his body against hers, his lips caressing and tender. His heart beating in synch with her own.

Then the moment ended and their lips parted. He tucked himself away and zipped his pants, then rushed from behind the desk. He grabbed his jacket from the coat hook and pulled it on as Kali pulled down her skirt and straightened up her clothing.

“I’m sorry I have to rush off like this, but I’ll see you on Thursday.”

“Of course. Do you have my gift?”

If she was going to be spending every night longing for him, she wanted him to have something to remind him of what he was missing.

He grinned and tugged her panties from his jacket pocket and showed them to her, then slipped them away again.

Then he turned and took off out the door.

* * *

Kali sat at the table across from Serena in the little café they liked to go to for lunch on Mondays.

“So how are you holding up?” Serena asked. “No sex all weekend and now he’s gone for three more days. That’s a long time to be horny. It must have been hard to see him this morning and not be able to do anything about it.”

Kali had already lamented to Serena that there would be no time for their sexual routine this morning.

“Actually, we did have sex before he left.”

Serena’s face lit up. “Yeah? That’s great. That should hold you.”

Kali rested her face on her hand. “The problem is, I don’t think it will.”

Serena frowned. “What do you mean? Wasn’t it good this morning?”

“It’s not that. It was sensational.” She frowned. “And fast. But there was this lovely moment when he held me and…” Tears prickled at her eyes.

Serena reached for her hand. “Oh, honey, what is it?”

She shook her head, then grabbed the paper napkin and dabbed her eyes. “I just…” She gazed at Serena. “It gave me a taste of what I really want. And I know I can’t have it with him.”

Serena squeezed her hand. “Are you sure?”

“Of course. You were the one who pointed out that it’s an office fling. And there’s no place in a straight sexual arrangement like what Mr. Blair and I have for romance.” She sighed. “Or for a future.”

“Honey, did you ever think I might have been wrong? Maybe you and he—”

Kali shook her head. “No. I’m done living in a fantasy world of what-ifs or maybe-it-could-happen.”

What she wanted was to be with him every day. To go home with him at night. To sleep beside him.

Kali’s jaw clenched. “I need to face the cold, hard facts.”

“And those are?” Serena prompted.

Kali stared at her hands. “As I said before, this relationship just isn’t enough for me. A quick fuck in the office, then back to work. Then while I’m away from him…on weekends or when he’s away on business…I’m just on hold.”

Serena nodded. “I get it.” Then she squeezed Kali’s hand again. “You’re in love with him.”

Kali glanced at Serena, ready to deny it, but then she slowly nodded. “I guess you’re right.”

She was in love with him. She’d fallen deep and hard shortly after starting to work for him, but she had convinced herself otherwise.

And what she wanted most was a future with him. But that just wasn’t on his agenda.

So now she had to find a way to move on.

* * *

Ryan slid his hand in his pocket as the plane accelerated along the runway and ran his fingers over Kali’s silky panties. God damn, but the woman got under his skin. He had thought this sexual arrangement with her would alleviate the constant ache he had for her, but it simply seemed to drive it higher. The daily fix of fucking her wasn’t enough to get him through the weekends, when he spent the whole time yearning to drive his cock into her. He had decided that it would be good for him to miss their Monday morning tryst before his trip, then the damn woman had given him her panties.

His cock lurched at the memory of sliding his hand up her smooth thigh to find her totally naked under her skirt.

He longed to pull her panties from his pocket and glide them along his cheek, but there were other passengers around him.

That night in his room, he still couldn’t get her out of his mind. She’d been haunting his thoughts during the long afternoon and evening of meetings. All day, he’d itched to pull out the scrap of silk and gaze at the tiny garment, but he was never alone. Now, however, he slumped into the armchair in the sitting area of his suite and tugged them from his pocket.

Fuck, burgundy silk with ecru lace trim. He stroked then over his cheek, then buried his face in the silk. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his excruciatingly hard cock and stroked it. Images of Kali danced through his mind, filling him with fantasies of erotic adventures. He jacked himself off in no time, then sat in the chair, physically spent. But his need for Kali no less urgent.

* * *

Ryan got off the plane and hurried to the limo. He wanted to see Kali. His last meeting had been over lunch, then he’d flown back right afterward. Now it was near the end of the business day. He pulled out his cell and called the office.