By Sandra Bunino
Rolling and kneading a stress ball in his hand, Nick LaCroix sat in his plush leather chair thinking about the hot sensuous body on the other side of his heavy cherry wood door. He felt like a prisoner because every time he ventured out of his corner office the sultry eyes and pouty lips of Lacey Phillips smacked him in the face. Her casual glances not only took his breath away, electricity of those looks reverberated straight to his cock.
Nick’s mind raced in a million different directions, all leading to thoughts of high firm breasts beneath her silky blouse. Fuck! He threw the stress ball toward the door out of frustration, when his executive assistant, Alex, opened the door and ducked to dodge the flying object.
“Problems, Nick?”
“No, not necessarily, just trying to figure out a solution, a loophole so to speak.” “Okay boss, I just wanted to let you know I’m leaving for the day. I can’t lock up because the marketing consultant, Lacey, is working late tonight. She asked me to let you know so you wouldn’t be startled when you came out of your office.”
A grin spread across Nick’s lips. He wasn’t imagining it after all. The glances, the stares, and the lace panties peeking out of her low slacks were intentionally meant to get his attention. Nick caught his reflection in his computer screen and realized he looked a little too happy. He quickly checked his grin, thanked Alex and wished him a good night.
Nick watched the setting sun through his bank of floor to ceiling windows from the twentieth floor. As CEO of Red Roses Productions he was always the first to arrive and the last to leave. Work had taken over his daily existence and he was due a distraction. His growing erection served as a beacon of his need and a reminder every time he passed Lacey’s desk. A jolt ran through his body as soon as he first saw her waiting in the lobby for her interview as few weeks ago. She was contracted as a marketing consultant and even though she wasn’t a Red Rose employee, as CEO of the company, Nick had to be careful. Sexual harassment accusations wouldn’t be good for business. His fist slammed down on his heavy cherry wood desk, the force knocked his stapler onto the floor. Yes! Looking around his desk he realized he had the perfect solution to his dilemma. Oh yes, he had an itch that was about to be scratched. Nick picked up the phone and dialed Lacey’s extension.
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Lacey had her eye on Nick’s ass since she first saw him the day of her interview at Red Roses Productions. She needed the work and was thrilled when the hiring manager called her with the offer. Her mind quickly shifted to the hottie with chiseled features and deep blue eyes that walked by her while she waited for her interview. She’d hoped to bump into him again. She soon realized the object of her lustful desire was Nick LaCroix, CEO of Red Roses. Lacey resigned herself to give up her plans of pursuit until she noticed Nick staring in her direction with an unmistakable hunger in his eyes. He had the same thing in mind, she was sure of it. After weeks of glances and purposeful walks in her direction, Lacey took matter into her own hands and set up a ‘working late’ scenario.
Lacey smiled when her extension rang. She didn’t need to look at the caller display to know it was Nick.
“Yes, Mr. LaCroix?”
“Lacey, would you please come to my office? I have an issue with a company policy that requires your expertise.”
“Of course. I’ll be right there.”
Lacey knocked softly, swung open the door and closed it behind her with a soft click. Her eyes locked on his as she strode to his expansive desk where he was seated. She leaned over the desk and placed both palms on the cool surface knowing she’d given him a perfect view of her hot pink lace bra peeking out of her creamy blouse.
“How can I be of service to you, Nick?” Nick held his thick gold plated fountain pen between his middle and index finger. “I’m in a bit of a predicament, Lacey, and need your opinion on how to proceed. You see here at Red Roses we have a ‘hands-off’ policy for our employees and it includes consultants and the CEO.” “I see,” Lacey said as she walked around the massive desk until she was next to his leather chair. “Nice pen.” She took the pen from Nick’s hand and rolled it around her fingertips. “That is certainly a predicament but not an insurmountable one.” Lacey put the gold tip of the pen’s cap to her mouth, moistened it with her tongue and ran the sparkling cap along her lower lip. Nick’s eyes never left the gold pen.
His gaze followed the direction of the pen as Lacey leisurely traced it down to her neck to her cleavage. The cap, still moist from her tongue left a glistening trail down her chest to the first of four pearl buttons on her blouse. Lacey deftly unbuttoned two of the pearls unveiling a splash of hot pink lace that was playing peek-a-boo with him just moments ago. She swiveled Nick’s chair and placed her hands on either armrest. “Just so I’m clear about the policy, does it apply to lips?” Nick smiled. “The policy is strictly a ‘hands-off’ restriction, there’s no mention of lips.” Lacey leaned in closer and was met full force by Nick’s hungry mouth. She whimpered as his tongue parted her lips and sought its mate. Still holding onto the armrests, Lacy rested one knee between his legs and pushed his head back as she took control of the powerful kiss. Heat instantly filled her as a current of electricity traveled straight down to flood her belly. Her knee slid to his groin until it stopped at his rock hard erection straining through his pants. Lacey broke their kiss and looked down at his neglected bulge and brought her eyes back to Nick. “That looks uncomfortable. Since I can’t do the honors why don’t you loosen your pants?” A low groan escaped Nick’s lips as he hastily unhooked his belt and pants. Lacey saw a hint of silk boxers as he unleashed his shaft standing at full attention. She licked her lips and shifted her eyes back to his.
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Fuck! In the back of his mind he knew this was wrong, incredibly wrong. Rational thoughts were not in the forefront of his brain. He was just seconds from losing his throbbing cock to Lacey’s pouty lips. It was those lips that drew him to her like a moth to a flame. Those lips that he still felt on his that, oh God, were now at the tip of his cock. Yes, at that moment he was willing to risk it all. It would just take one person to come back to the office, open his door and it would be all over. The Board of Directors would throw him out so quick he would barely have enough time to zipper his fly. Nick and his dick would be the talk of the office for years to come. But at that very moment he didn’t even care where his next breath came from, all he focused on was Lacey’s warm, wet tongue on his shaft. This ‘hands off’ policy would be harder to abide by than he originally thought. He gripped the armrests of his leather chair as he watched her head rise up and down on his cock. What he wouldn’t do to run his fingers through her hair and pull it away from her face. He wanted to watch those full glistening lips take him completely into her mouth. The thought almost had him coming. Shit! No! He already broke one of his rules – don’t get involved with anyone at work. He refused to break the number one rule – don’t come first.“Lacey, on the desk,” he growled. She stopped and looked up at him with the most beautiful eyes. “Did I do something wrong, Nick?” He wanted to gather her up into his arms and hold her tight. God, she was already under his skin. Shit! “No, sweetheart.” He smiled. “But if you don’t stop I am going to come all over those amazing lips of yours. On the desk, please.”
Lacey rose from her position at his lap, but before she did as he requested, she unbuttoned the last two pearls on her blouse and slipped it off her shoulders. She sat down on his leather desk blotter in her gray skirt and hot pink bra. Leaning back, she placed her hands on the desk’s surface behind her and looked at him with a daring look in her eyes. “Okay, Mr. Hands off Policy, what now?”
Nick had something up his sleeve. Actually, it was on his desk. He picked up his stapler and swung the top up so that the metal shaft that held the staples was exposed. He smiled a devilish grin and proceeded to staple Lacey’s skirt to his desk blotter. “Now slide toward me.” She followed his instructions and slowly inched toward him while he stood between her legs. He was pleasantly surprised that she wore thigh high stockings. His eyes traveled from the top of her stockings to her the toned taut thighs to her panties that matched her hot pink bra. “Pen, please,” he said holding out his hand while still eyeing her pink panties. “What? Um, Nick, what are you going to do with the pen?” He chuckled. “Nothing to worry about, you’ll see.” She gave him a suspicious look but handed him the pen. He teased her by placing the cool gold cap on her knee and running it lightly up her inner thigh stopping at her panties. Fuck! His mind was racing. His hand was so close to her pussy that he swore he felt her heat. It took every ounce of control not to slip his fingers inside her panties and touch her slick sex. Instead he clipped her panties into the pen clip. Once her panties were secured around the pen he pulled them down her legs.
Lacey kicked off her shoes and placed one stockinged foot on his shoulder, the other on the chair behind him. Nick hastily grabbed his wallet out of his back pocket, pulled out a square metallic wrapped condom and threw the wallet on his desk. Ripping open the condom with his teeth, he rolled it onto his aching shaft while his eyes never left Lacey’s sultry stare. The act of fucking with their eyes was more than he could take and he ached with the anticipation of plunging into her sweet core. She inched closer to the desk’s edge meeting the tip of his cock. Nick couldn’t wait any longer; hungrily he thrust into her glistening folds. He groaned deeply willing himself not to touch her even though the need coursed through his fingertips. Stroke after stroke her warmth surrounded him, he groaned as his mouth crushed against hers.
“Sweetheart, I need to touch you.”
“You know we can’t do that, I need my job.” Lacey said breathlessly.
“Fuck it, Lacey. I’ll get you another job. Please.” He stopped but remained inside of her and searched her eyes.
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Lacey felt it. God, yes, she knew this was more than a lustful fuck with the boss. The heat that seared through her body was derived from an emotional connection as well as a physical one. But should she risk her job? Should she trust him to find her another? She stared back into his pleading eyes.
She wanted to touch his strong arms and shoulders. She wanted to feel his hair between her fingers as she moaned into his ear. She nodded her head. “Yes, okay.” Lacey braced herself for the hunger she knew laid within him but instead of a mad rush of groping, Nick’s hands rose to her face. She gasped as he gently cupped her face with his palms and kissed her gently. Lacey wrapped her arms around his neck and raked her fingers through his hair. Christ, he felt good. In one swoop Nick lifted her up, popping the staples from his desk blotter. Lacey shimmied out of her skirt and pushed Nick into his leather chair.
She straddled him and guided his thickness into her channel. Nick huskily called her name as she rode him feeling his length slide in and out against her inner walls. He unhooked her bra and took one breast into his mouth as he rolled her other nipple between his finger and thumb. Lacey moaned while grinding her sensitive clit against his body with each stroke. His hands slid down her back to her ass lifting her cheeks up and down to accentuate the rhythm she set. Lacey showered his neck with kisses and moaned softly in his ear as she climbed closer to the release she craved. She was on the edge when Nick pressed one finger in between her ass cheeks and applied pressure to her opening.
“Lacey, baby, come for me.”
She couldn’t last any longer and his whispered request put her over the top. Her climax came in strong waves as her inner walls clamped onto his pulsing cock. Her scream intermingled with his growl as they came together on his office chair.
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The next morning Lacey walked toward her desk and glanced over to Nick’s closed office door. There was already a cardboard box waiting at her desk. She called the marketing manager earlier that morning to explain that she received an offer for a full time position that started immediately. She pulled out her desk drawer to collect her personal items when she noticed one long stem rose and a small envelope. Ripping open the envelope she read the handwritten note.
Lacey,
Last night was incredible, however, I’m sorry that it resulted in your resignation. As promised, here’s a schedule of five interviews I have secured for you over the next week. You will find they are all excellent jobs that will allow you to further your career. You will have your pick of them. Selfishly, they are within walking distance from this office.
I hope you will agree to continue to see me starting with dinner tonight.
Nick
Lacey smiled just as she noticed a presence in back of her. A hand reached out containing the gold fountain pen.
“Please don’t forget this, Lacey.” Nick said handing her the pen. Then he whispered, “I think we’re going to need it again.” © 2012 Sandra Bunino
Sandra Bunino began a love of romance stories while penning a creative writing assignment in high school. The story ended with the heroine receiving a long stemmed red rose in her locker on Valentine’s Day. Since then, all of her stories feature the hero presenting the heroine with roses. Sandra is constantly searching for different ways to achieve a heart-pumping, stomach-flipping, breath-catching reaction from her readers.
Her books include Marooned in Miami, Lusted in Las Vegas, Sara’s Smile, and The Satin Rose Experience series Mia’s Submission and Brooke’s Wish.
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