Two Old Flames (MMF Menage Erotica) (4 page)

Or would it? My cock itched to sink into her. To claim her. To show her, exactly, who was the boss.

Mark parked his car and I pulled into a spot way, far across the parking lot, as far as I could get from him. Oh, shit! I just got into a road rage contest with my hot boss!

And I'd won. An evil grin stretched over my face. He was new, like me, and eager to prove himself. Like me. I had decided before I graduated with my bachelor's degree that I would never sleep my way to the top. Mark had made that very, very hard these past few months. He looked like a young version of David Duchovny, tall and lean, calm and together, with a droll manner and laughing eyes that were intelligent and – under the surface – passionate. Maybe even kinky.

If he had half the kink I hoped was there, then I'd quit my job just to fuck him.

Whoa! Where was that coming from? I wasn't about to lose my career over some hot guy.
No, no, no
.

What the hell was I doing, fantasizing in the parking lot like this? My boss had just tried to cut me off on the turnpike and I had played a game of “chicken” with him. And won. And we'd flipped each other off.

I might lose my job even if I didn't fuck him.

A heavy sadness overwhelmed me, tinged with anxiety. Walking into the building was hard. “Hi, Linsday!” shouted Lou, the old security guard who manned the front desk. I waved back and pulled out a cheerful smile. Lou beckoned me with one finger.

“Watch out,” he whispered conspiratorially. “Mark just blazed through here, and he seems pissed.”

“Oh, yeah? Thanks for the tip, Lou,” I said, walking slowly toward the elevator. The four-story ride felt like a walk to Death Row. I got off the elevator and scurried to my office, hoping no one would talk to me. Once I was safe behind my own closed door I booted up my laptop and tried to bury myself in email.

That worked for about 45 minutes.

And then Mark barged right in to my office, scaring me. I jumped up and my jacket slid off my shoulders, falling around my elbows. Shrugging my arms worked, but it also made me heft my breasts, which Mark zeroed in on immediately.

Subtlety wasn't his strong point. He'd been eyeing me for months, since we both started.

“So what the hell was that on the turnpike, Lindsay?” he growled, pacing back and forth in front of my desk. He was wearing an expensive Brooks Brothers suit, a pinpoint white oxford, and a tie that probably cost more than a week of my salary. Dark brown hair cut perfectly to frame his strong jaw. Chocolate eyes that begged me to turn them dark and impassioned.

But he wasn't winning this one. “I could ask you the same thing! Cutting me off like that. I'd been in line for 20 minutes. Just because you drive a BMW doesn't mean you get to cut like that.”

“The McClintock campaign was this morning. You made me miss the beginning of the meeting. A $50,000 contract.” He looked at me like I was the stupidest thing on the planet.

Ah, fuck. I'd forgotten about that. “How was I supposed to know who you were? I didn't realize it was you until you pulled into your parking space, Mark.” Now my arousal was turning to irritation. If he was just going to bully me, then forget it. My sex toys, Junior Mints, and YouPorn were all I needed.

He walked around the desk and reached toward me, his hand firm against my right forearm. “I tried, but you were in your own world.” He smiled with his eyes, but his mouth was set in a strong, angry line. The mixed signals were confusing.

“I can't read minds, you know?” I shrugged, willing away the surge of lust that his touch brought out in me. My eyes lingered on his belt buckle, looking down, down to find the upright bulge I wanted to ride. A pool of warmth filled my panties, which I wanted him to remove.

With his teeth.

“You can't?” His voice was like warm velvet. “I thought you could. That's why we hired you. For your – ” his eyes traveled down my body, then back up, his face flushing and eyes darkening with desire. “-- mind.” His hand began caressing the inside of my elbow, brushing lightly against my breast. I inhaled and nearly moaned.

“Lindsay, I think you can read minds.” He pulled away and sat up on my desk, legs spread toward me. “What am I thinking right now?” Maddeningly, his face showed virtually no expression. His eyes and body, though, burned for me.

My clit wanted so much more than it had gotten from Darren last night. To think I'd been satisfied – no, convinced myself I'd been satisfied – by Darren's pathetic tongue, when
this man
was standing in front of me, wearing a neon invitation that screamed “Fuck Me Right Now”? Hah.

“I think you want me to fuck you.”

He grinned. “I think you have that backwards.”

A thought hit me. If we were going to do this, let's do it all the way. Reaching into my laptop case, I fumbled to find my target. Got it.

Clutching my new strap-on, I slowly pulled it out and into view. “No. I don't have it backwards at all. I think – ” I said, stepping between his legs and running the tip up his thigh, “--I want to fuck you.”

Now, this was the point where I either got fired or I got laid. Well, Mark got laid.

Someone was going to get fucked either way....

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Perfect!
Katie had just put the finishing touches on the living room and stood back to admire her handiwork. Candles were in place all around the room and cast a soft lighting that complemented the baskets of flowers and greenery that she had set out.

The holiday tree was still up and decorated, so the rest added just the right ambiance. Now, all that was left was to put out the tray of snacks to go with the champagne that was chilling in the ice bucket on the coffee table.

Mike would be here any minute and she wanted things to be perfect. He had hinted at having a surprise for her and she was more than a bit curious about what that could be. She couldn’t figure it out, especially since he had given her a diamond engagement ring for Christmas. What could he do that would top that?

Katie went back into her bedroom and checked her look in the mirror one more time. She was pretty satisfied with what she saw there. Her makeup was flawless, accenting her green cat eyes and her full red lips. She had chosen to wear her raven colored hair down and it reached the middle of her back in heavy, sexy waves.

The best part, though, was the wicked red silk teddy she was wearing. It laced up the front with ribbons. The kicker was the lacy see-through cups that encased her breasts. The attached garter straps held up black fishnet stockings and her feet sported black, strap back heels that accentuated her shapely legs.

After making a few minor adjustments, Katie slipped on the floor-length red silk robe over her ensemble and went back to the living room to wait for Mike. She unlocked the door so that she could arrange herself on the sofa in front of the fire. Finally, there was a soft knock on her door.

“Come in – it’s unlocked,” she called out.

Mike opened the door and stepped inside. No matter how long they'd been together, or how many times she'd looked at him, she always marveled that she was with such a gorgeous, caring man. Michael O'Flannery looked like a younger version of Colin Farrell and Pierce Brosnan combined, with “black Irish” features and a soccer player's body. Thick, strong legs, arms that knew how to handle a woman, and piercing green eyes made for a man she could stare at for hours.

And while away a few hours doing something else, too.

“Wow!” he whistled. “Don’t you just look good enough to eat?”

He removed his coat, brushing off the snow from it before hanging it on the coat rack by the door. In his hands, he carried a brightly wrapped package that he sat on the coffee table. Then he sat down by Katie and leaned in to give her a kiss. As he put his arms around her, she gave a little shiver.

“Ohhh your hands are cold!” she exclaimed. “We better find a way to warm them up.”

He made a little growling sound in the back of his throat as he pulled her over onto his lap.

“I know just the thing to warm me up,” he said as he leered at her.

She giggled and said, “You need to open the champagne. I’ve had it chilling just long enough.”

Mike popped the cork and poured the champagne into the two flutes Katie had put on the table, and handed her one.

“To us,” they said simultaneously, and clicked their glasses together.

“Now what is THIS?” she asked, reaching for the wrapped package.

He stopped her. “No, you can’t open it yet!”

“Why not? I want to see what it is!”

“And you will, but we need to do something first.”

Mike removed the glass from Katie’s hand and set it on the coffee table beside his. Then he pulled her into his arms and started to kiss her deeply. As always, she responded instantly to his touch and his kiss. A fire started to burn in her pleasure center and all thoughts of the gift left her mind. Her body only wanted what he could give her. She was thoroughly enjoying the taste of his mouth.

At this rate, they weren’t even going to make it to the bedroom, but she didn’t care. Mike pushed the robe from her shoulders and slid it off of her. He kept kissing her, using his tongue to explore the inside of her mouth while running his hands up and down the upper portion of her body.

At one point, he drew back so that he could really see what she was wearing. His eyes met hers and he pulled her not so gently back into his arms with a low, purring sound that made him seem like a big game animal.

He moved his hands over her swollen breasts, teasing her nipples with his thumbs. She arched her back so that he was forced to massage them even harder. The movement caused her to gasp Mike’s name as she climbed onto his lap and straddled him.

She could feel his cock burgeoning and spasming beneath her. As she kissed him, she put her hand down between them and unhooked the crotch of her teddy.

Then she moved his hand there so that he could feel the wetness that was caused by her flowing juices.

Suddenly, he stopped her and pushed her back a little. Katie was really puzzled until she saw that he was handing her the wrapped package.

“Now you can open it,” Mike said, more than a little breathless.

Katie tore the wrapping from it and opened the box. Lying nestled in red velvet was a paddle. On one side it was smooth, hard wood. On the other side was a plush covering. She held it up and then looked at Mike, whose eyes were gleaming with desire. Before she could even react, he flipped her so that she was lying across his lap, her bare ass exposed.

She never got a chance to say anything before the hard side of the paddle connected with her luscious cheeks. She squealed and tried to jump up, but Mike held her in place and started to tell her what a bad girl she was and that she needed to be spanked.

Smack
. “Naughty Katie! All hot and luscious, making me hard and crazy.”
Smack.
The spanking stung, bringing tears to her eyes, but her clitoris swelled instantly at first contact, a twinning of lust and pain that made her cry out....

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