Recipe for Satisfacton(28)

He lifted the hem of her skirt and rubbed her through her panties—she was fiery and wet against his hand. There was still too much fabric between them. Panties and skirt dropped to the floor in that order, leaving her completely exposed.

When he had the condom in place, he grasped her bottom and lifted, pushing her against the shelves that housed the hundreds of shoes. Her legs wrapped around his hips, and her arms swung out to catch the shelves.

“What happened to slow and steady?” she asked, her lips nipping at his.

“Next time.” There was no time for slow and steady. He needed her, right now, at this moment.

His cock rubbed against her center and she reached down to guide him. They both groaned as he plunged inside.

He watched the gentle slide of his cock as it disappeared inside her core with every thrust. She felt so good. Too good. Lifting his head, he watched her, eyes shut tight, bottom lip caught between her teeth. He needed to make this good for her, but when the pointy heels dug into his ass, something broke inside him.

“Sterling?” Christ. He was about ready to explode.

Her fingers took his chin and she pulled his head toward her. He focused on her eyes. “Lean back,” she panted.

He took a small step away from the shelf, and her hand moved down to rub her clit. She was so beautiful, so freaking sexy, totally blowing his mind. He shook his head, trying to stop the rush of his pleasure from spilling out before she reached her climax, but also to shake away the thoughts that she put inside him. Thoughts no woman had ever inspired. He feared it wasn’t just his lack of stamina that she noticed in his stare.

She bit her nails into his skin. “Jack,” she cried out. “Oh, wow.”

Her legs tightened around him and he thrust harder, the bite of the heel exactly what he wanted. Finally, the rhythm of her orgasm pulsed around him and months of sexual tension poured out of him. She had given him everything that he wanted. That he wanted. Shit! He’d been so hungry for her that he couldn’t slow down long enough to give her what she wanted. What she needed.

When their breathing had calmed, he set her down. She wobbled and he held her close, until she kicked off the heels.

“I’m sorry, Sterling,” he whispered against her shoulder.

She giggled. “You’re apologizing?”

“I just took from you. You said you gave and gave and I just turned out to be as bad as the people who use you.” He stepped away.

She made no move to cover her naked body. It glistened with a light sheen of sweat. “Believe me, I am very pleased right now. And I think I’m the one who used you.”

He gave her his best are you kidding me? look. He had to make it up to her. She’d told him she was on a mission to find herself. And before he had to leave here and take care of his own business, why not help her indulge that self? They had four weeks before he was due back in Chicago to relieve his GM… What did they have to lose?

A hell of a lot. Sterling was his employee now and he’d just majorly broken the don’t-sleep-with-your-employee code. She was a good girl and he’d just corrupted and pushed until she’d caved. There he went, putting his own selfish needs before everyone else’s. But she’d admitted she needed to have some fun. Maybe there was a way to maintain a business relationship and have fun, too?

A proposition solidified in his mind. “You’re going to be here on weekends, right?”

She nodded and lifted her bra cups back into place. Disappointment shot through him as her delicious skin was hidden from his view, piece by piece.

“What do you say we indulge Exciting Sterling on Saturday nights?”

She gave him a curious stare. “I’m listening.”

“I have four weeks until I need to take off again. For the next four Saturdays, you belong to me.”

Shock and excitement registered on her face. “Belong…to you?”

“All week you can be Boring Sterling. On the weekends we’re going to indulge your fantasies. But I have one stipulation.”

She folded her arms across her chest. “What about my stipulations?”

Of course she had stipulations. She was probably formulating a list in her mind at this very moment.

“Me first.”

“Okay.”

“If you accept, you have to leave everything at the door. Forget what you’ve been told, all the preconceived notions of who Sterling is, and just enjoy.”

She hesitated for only a moment before she said, “What about the job? You just hired me. I only wanted a one-time thing and I—”

“Let’s make it a four-week thing and I promise you, we’ll work by day, and play by night. The two shall never overlap.”