One Mistake(13)

“I thought we had an agreement. You don’t have time to negotiate this.”

Watching him pace my hotel room in his perfectly fitted suit, sounding strong and confident, I had a hard time controlling myself. William’s eyes flitted to me and he knew exactly what I was thinking. I sat on the bed and crossed my legs, letting the hem of my skirt slide up in the process. A small smile played at the corners of his lips.

“Mark, we can discuss this in the morning. I advise you to spend some time deciding what you want from this partnership. We can’t perform miracles.” His face softened at something Mark said.

“Sure. I’ll make sure Olivia heads the effort.” I raised a surprised eyebrow when I heard my name.

“I’ll talk to you tomorrow, Mark.”

William frowned slightly as he hung up the phone. He looked at it for a second and then set it on the desk.

“Mark mentioned me?” I asked.

He nodded. “He said you’re a smart woman and he wants you close to this.”

“Do you need me to do anything tonight?” Sometimes when I was with William, I managed to forget that he was my boss. Regardless of what happened between us in the bedroom, I still had a job to do.

“Mark can wait until tomorrow.” William’s smile returned and he slid out of his suit coat. “But I am going to need you to do some things for me tonight.”

“I don’t mind putting in long hours,” I said, adding, “I’m here to please.”

“Indeed.” William removed his tie and began unbuttoning his shirt. I stayed seated, enjoying the strip show. His blue dress shirt fell to the floor and he pulled his t-shirt over his head, revealing his perfectly chiseled body. His gray pants hung low on his hips and I wanted desperately to yank them down.

Very slowly, he removed his shoes, socks and belt. “Were you planning on joining me anytime soon?” he asked, pointing out that I was still fully dressed. He stepped closer to the bed.

“All in good time. You still have some work to do.”

If William wasn’t already the CEO of his own company, he could have a great career as a male stripper. He removed a familiar foil packet from his pocket and placed it on the bed. The languid way he unbuttoned his pants and let them drop was insanely hot. His boxer briefs strained to keep his erection in check. Now it was my turn.

I stayed on the bed as I unbuttoned my own dress shirt. When I slipped it from my shoulders I revealed the black lace bra underneath. Next, very skillfully, I slipped out of my skirt, keeping on my heels, fishnet thigh-highs and lace panties complete with garters. William was practically salivating.

“I get the feeling you knew our night would end this way,” he said, lowering himself over me as I lay back on the bed. His lips hovered just over my skin and I could feel his warm breath tickling my exposed neck.

“All of my nights with you end this way,” I pointed out.

William blew cool air along the length of my neck, sending a delicious shiver through my body. “I want you very badly, Olivia Harris. I’m not sure I have the patience to finish neatly undressing you.”

“So don’t,” I said. “Take me now.”

It was the only encouragement William needed. He ripped the garters away, and tore the panties from my body. The rest of my clothing remained, including my heels. It took him even less time to remove his own underwear, allowing him to spring free at last. He was even bigger than I remember. I wanted him inside me.

William had more restraint than me. He moved his hand down my thigh and I parted my legs farther, granting him easy access. I sucked in a sharp breath when his finger slipped over my clitoris, dancing a slow circle. My pelvis moved against him and his hand moved again. He parted my lips, and slipped a finger inside. His finger continued in a steady back and forth, lingering near the top to circle again before moving down once more.

“You’re ready,” he said, pleased. I could have told him I was already wet with desire. The entire evening had been all the foreplay I needed.

“I thought I already told you. Take me.” I grabbed for him, guiding him to my slick opening. I felt him jump in my hand and slowly I guided him in. He took over, sliding in slowly, a little at a time, so that it almost felt as if my body were doing the work. It was like I was pulling him in deeper until our bodies met, all the way in.

William moved exquisitely slow. A long stroke in and out- a dreadful tease. He repeated this process several times, each time my body eagerly pressing against him for more. Then he changed pace- shorter movements, one right after another. The pulsing was steady and firm and I could feel myself begin to ripple around him. I grabbed at his back as my insides clutched him in violent spasms. I reached for his face and kissed him and William started moving again. He still moved slowly and with no urgency. We had all night, after all.