8. Simon

CHAPTER 8

Simon

She grins and slips out of my arms to retrieve the shoes.

She balances on one foot as she slips the first shoe on and I say, “See? There are all kinds of perks to not putting your shoes away. They’ll always be available when I need to bend you over the couch.”

She sucks in a little breath, then gives a little moan. “Thank God you’re a dirty talker.”

I move in behind her as she puts on the other shoe, skimming my palms down her sides to her hips. I bring her back against me when her foot is back on the ground.

I press my already aching cock against her ass. “You like dirty talk?”

“So much. And I’ll tell you a secret—most women do. But it has to be good.”

“I don’t want to talk about other women. I just want to know what you like. What you love even.” I press my mouth to the bare skin beneath one ear.

She shivers in my arms. “I like your hands and mouth on me very much.”

“That's a very good thing. They’re both going to be all over you, repeatedly.”

“Also, I think I’m going to like being fucked in my heels. But that’s never happened before, so I’m not sure.”

“Fuck yes,” I growl against her neck. “Love, the more firsts you give me, the happier I’m going to be.” I run my hands from her hips, down her ass and down her thighs. God, this woman’s curves make me crazy. “Make me the happiest man in Chicago and tell me that you don’t have to be anywhere until late tomorrow morning.”

She leans back against me and says, “Early morning. I have to open the bakery.”

“But I can have you all night?”

She nods. “Yes.”

That’s all I need to hear.

I spin her and pull her in close. I wrap her hair around my hand and tip her head back. The heels put her at the perfect height that I barely have to bend to seal my mouth over hers. She makes a sweet little moaning noise as our mouths connect. I lick over her bottom lip, demanding entrance. I need to fully taste her. Now.

Sweetly, obediently, she parts her lips, her tongue meeting mine as I take her mouth fully. We kiss, just drinking each other in for long, hot moments. I’ve thought about our first kiss so often that it feels surreal to be kissing her now. But even as I realize this is truly only our third kiss and should be more or less an introduction and discovery between us, it feels like I’ve been kissing this woman forever. And I know that I might never want to stop.

I don’t feel that it’s egotistical to say that I’ve had a lot of women in my life. Men too. I love meeting people, love flirtation and romance, and I fucking love sex. I’ve definitely enjoyed many relationships over the past two decades since I first lost my virginity.

But it’s not hyperbole to say that Elise is a stand out.

For one, I’ve never had to wait this long to have someone I wanted. But it is not just wanting what I can’t have, or the thrill of the chase. It’s truly that I’ve had time to reflect upon how much I want her. And in all the months since I met her, I have been unable to come up with a single reason to not give pursuing her my all if we ever crossed paths again.

Yes, it’s mostly instinct, chemistry, a gut feeling, but none of that has ever steered me wrong in business or in life. I’m certainly not going to ignore it now.

I turn her and walk her back toward the couch. There are so many things I want to do with and to this woman. But we might as well start with the primary fantasy for both of us.

I lift my head when her ass hits the back of the couch. “You know if you had ever given me the green light when you worked for me, I would’ve taken you the first time at my desk.”

She takes a deep breath. “It would’ve happened sometime when we were alone in the office. Probably late. I would have come into your office to see if you needed anything before I left for the night and you would have said that what you needed was me. And I wouldn’t have been able to say no.”

I run my thumb over her lower lip. It’s wet and pink from my mouth. “I would’ve made you say yes. Clearly and loudly. You would’ve known exactly what I wanted and what you were agreeing to.”

She nods.

“But we wouldn’t have been able to wait to get to one of our apartments or a hotel. And the number of times that I wanted to squeeze your ass, or smack it, when you were in my office, leaning over to give me my coffee or a file, that’s how I would’ve taken you. Leaning over my desk, the skirt of one of these pinup dresses hiked up around your waist, your panties around your ankles, tits spilling out of the top of the dress, your hands gripping the edge of that desk, where I would have been taking calls and meetings and signing papers, but thinking of how it felt to sink into your sweet pussy over and over.”

Her cheeks are pink and she’s breathing hard now. Her gorgeous breasts are heaving against the front of her dress. This one is so much like the ones she wore to the office, that I am aching with the need to peel it off of her.

“That’s exactly what I always pictured,” she finally says. “You have no idea how many times I used my vibrator picturing that very thing.”

I groan. “Bloody hell, love, you might kill me tonight.”

She laughs. “I hope not. I’m just getting used to the idea of having you.”

If she hadn’t stolen my heart before, that response comes damn close. I know she still thinks that this isn’t going to work, that somehow she’s going to turn me off or frustrate me to the point that I walk away. It sounds like that’s happened to her repeatedly in the past. That actually makes my gut clench with the need to not only prove that wrong, but yell at and possibly punch every person who’s made her feel that way in the past.

But then her fingers are at the first button on my shirt and she starts unbuttoning it and all my thoughts scatter.

“Next time you come over, wear a suit and tie, okay?” she asks. “I mean, you look amazing right now, but the daydream did include your suits.”

I suddenly can think of nothing else, but bringing this woman intense pleasure and making her understand that she has me wrapped around her little finger. “I can have someone bring a suit to me in the next twenty minutes.”

She laughs and keeps unbuttoning. “My God, you don’t even realize how ridiculous that sounds?”

“My God,” I mimic back to her. “You don’t even realize what I’m willing to do to make you happy.”

Her gaze bounces from my chest up to my eyes. She just stares at me for a moment. Then she says, “Never mind. I don’t need a jacket or tie. I’m so fucking turned on right now I can barely breathe.”

“Excellent,” I tell her. My hands go to her waist, and I begin gathering the fabric of her dress up. “You don’t mind if I don’t take this fully off do you?”

“We can’t fully undress,” she says, finishing with the buttons and running her hands over my bare skin, from the waistband of my pants up to my chest.

Having her hands finally on me makes me hot and hard all over. I shudder with the lust that’s coursing through me.

“We’re in your office,” she says. “Even if it’s after hours, it would be too risky to undress entirely.”

“Good point, Miss Starling,” I say, calling her by her last name as I did when she worked for me.

The only time I used her first name was the night that we did finally kiss for the first time. That was at my desk, though. And even just kissing her ruined my concentration at my desk for days afterward. Every time I sat there on a call, or in a meeting with someone across the expanse of mahogany, I thought of her and could conjure her taste.

She starts unbuckling my belt as I get the material gathered at her waist. I look down and freeze.

I’d known she was wearing the sheer black stockings. But I had no idea they would be thigh high with lace tops.

“Holy hell,” I grit out.

She just watches me taking in every inch of her, her bottom lip caught between her teeth.

“These need to go,” I keep my eyes on hers as I hook my thumbs in the tops of the silk and lace black panties. I slide them over her hips and then strip them down her thighs, letting them fall to her ankles.

She kicks them to the side.

I can see the pulse pounding at the base of her throat and I lean in and press a kiss there.

I don’t look down yet at what I’ve uncovered. I won’t be able to help myself once I do. I reach behind and pull down the zipper of her dress. Then peel down the front, freeing her gorgeous breasts. They are cupped in a matching black bra, which I also unhook. I let it drop to the floor and take in the sight of her full breasts with the dusky pink nipples spilling out over the bodice of the dress.

“You are the most gorgeous thing I have ever seen,” I tell her, my voice rough with lust and emotion.

This woman is a treasure. Every inch of her is gorgeous and unique and I feel so lucky to be here with her in this moment.

“Touch me. Please,” she says, taking one of my hands and lifting it to her breast.

I gladly mold my hand around her, squeezing, kneading, then plucking at her nipple.

I lean in to kiss her, absorbing her moans and gasps.

I play with her breasts until I cannot take it anymore and I have to take a nipple in my mouth. I lick and suck until she’s pressing against me, her fingers tangled in my hair, and my name on her lips.

I lean back and look at her gorgeous face, her cheeks pink, her eyes wide and dreamy looking. “Are you the one needing some assistance right now, Miss Starling?” I ask, running my hand down her belly, over her hip and between her thighs. I barely skim over her mound and she cries out.

“Yes, please Simon.”

“What do you need?” I ask, staring into her eyes.

“Fuck me. Simon, please. Bend me over and just fuck me.”

Need stabs me in the gut. My cock is hard and begging to be freed. “Do you want my fingers?” I slide them through her wetness, my middle finger rubbing over her clit. Then I slide two fingers into her slick heat. My cock pulses at the sweet tightness I discover. “Do you want me to make you come like this, love?”

She gasps and grinds against my hand, but shakes her head. “No. More.”

I reach up with my other hand, grasping the back of her neck. I pump my fingers deep, circling her clit with my thumb. “Tell me what you want, Miss Starling. You came to my office. Told me you were here to help me in whatever capacity I might need. Now you’re begging me for help.”

She nods quickly. “Yes. I’m sorry, sir. But I need your cock.”

A wave of lust hits me hard. “Christ Elise,” I mutter.

She gives me a cheeky grin and for that, I lean in and kiss her hard. Then I lift my head and spin her to face the back of the couch. “Brilliant girl, you’ve come up with a way we can help each other. Let me fill up this sweet cunt with my cock.”

She shivers. “Yes, sir.”

She bends over the back of the couch and for a second, I simply stand and marvel at the magnificent sight. Her heavy breasts hang free from the top of her dress, and I reach around and cup them, plucking at the nipples and making her moan. Then I run my hand over the curve of her ass. I squeeze both globes, relishing the softness and how I’m going to be able to grip her tightly as I pound into her.

“I’ve been thinking about this nonstop since the hockey game,” I tell her, squeezing and kneading the flesh. “I hope you can actually take what I want to give you.”

She looks back at me over her shoulder, her expression open and happy. “I can take whatever you want to give me, Mr. Armstrong.”

I rip open the front of my pants, shoving my boxers down, and taking my cock in hand, giving it three long angry strokes. Her gaze zeros in on my cock and she licks her lips.

“Oh, I can’t wait to feel those perfect red lips around my cock. But first I need your pussy.”

She nods quickly. “Yes, please.”

I grab my wallet and fish out a condom before shoving my pants to the floor. I roll it on, then grip her hips.

“Do you have any idea how fucking gorgeous you are right now?”

“I hope gorgeous enough that all you can think about is fucking me hard and deep.”

She’s fucking perfect. “It will be my pleasure.”

Without another word, I line my cock up and thrust. I don’t take it easy. I don’t have the impression that Elise needs it tender and slow. And if the way she arches and pushes back into me and her loud, “Yes!” is any indication, I am completely right.

I set up a quick, hard pace, and she’s with me every step.

She gasps and moans, giving me lots of “oh God!”, and “Mr. Armstrong!”, and of course, my favorite, “Simon!”

She’s everything I thought she would be and more. She’s hot and soft and tight and enthusiastic. And I know even before I come that I will never get tired of fucking this woman. I want her in every position, every situation I can dream up. Anything and everything that will bring this woman pleasure—whether it is a chai latte or a trip around the world or mind-blowing orgasms—I want to give it all to her.

Soon my orgasm is barreling straight at me.

“Elise, I need you to come, love,” I say through gritted teeth.

“I’m so close. I’m so close, Simon,” she pants.

I reach around and find her clit, rubbing over it, then pinching. “Come on me, sweetheart.”

She shatters, her pussy gripping me as she cries out my name.

I let go. I pound into her until my balls draw up, and I feel everything in me explode into her.

“Elise! Fuck!”

I pump one last time, then slump forward over her back, kissing her shoulder, then pulling out, I tug her to stand, then turn her so that I can enfold her in my arms.

She wraps her arms around my neck, her forehead against my chest, as we both breathe hard, trying to catch our breath.

Finally, I pull back and look into her face.

She gives me a happy, slightly goofy smile.

I drop a kiss on her forehead, then pull the top of her dress up and the bottom of her dress down.

“Bathroom?” I ask.

She points and I head in that direction to deal with the condom.

When I return, she is leaning on the back of the couch, still breathing a little hard.

She gives me another smile. “That was fun, Mr. Armstrong.”

“As expected.” I pull her up and give her a long, sweet kiss. Then I lift my head. “So? Dinner in Chicago or Turks and Caicos?”