Authors: Noree Kahika
“Gabriella,” greets Aidan in his smooth
silken sexy voice. “Is everything okay baby,” he inquires standing
up from his black leather office chair and walking around the desk
towards me. A dazzling smile frames his gorgeous face.
“Sorry to bother you by coming here
unannounced but I need to discuss something with you. It won’t take
long.” My voice is cautious and apologetic.
Dam - get it together Gabby. Say what you
came to say.
I chastise myself.
Aidan leans in and places a soft warm kiss on
my lips. “Gabriella, you’re not bothering me. You are always
welcome here.” He smiles taking my hand and leading me toward his
desk. “Now what can I do for you baby,” he asks, as he leans back
on his desk.
Taking a deep breath I blurt, “Did you
promote me to assistant director of events for the Stone
Corporation?” Not pausing for his response I continue, “Because if
this is your doing it’s… well it’s crazy. Aidan, I’ve been working
for Morris Advertising for just over two weeks now and I’m new to
this field. Look I understand it is a sound business decision to
consolidate and Jeremiah is the perfect candidate to head up an
expanding division like this. I love my job, I don’t want to loose
it but seriously what person in their right mind would promote the
girl they’re sleeping with to a management position of this
importance. And what will people think of me? I can just hear them
now – ‘she only got the position because she’s sleeping with the
CEO of the company’- nobody is going to take me seriously. This is
a fantastic opportunity and I don’t want to sound ungrateful but
it’s an opportunity I wanted to get on the merits of my work not on
whom I’m currently fucking.” I exhale loud feeling a huge sense of
relief in getting that off my chest then gazing up at Aidan I
inhale and stiffen at his expression.
Aidan is standing at his full height, his
previously casual slouch posture against the desk all but gone. His
eyes are no longer gently but hard and his lips are set in a ridged
line. His hands are deceptively loose by his side and the imposing
figure of an unyielding business tycoon stands before me.
Oh shit now I’ve done it!
“Are you quite finished now Gabriella,” he
says in a dangerously quiet voice.
“Ah… yes?” My reply comes out as more of a
question.
He pauses for several minutes not saying
anything or moving and the silence is deafening. I fidget nervously
with the gold birthstone ring on my right middle finger.
“Good. Now first things first Gabriella,” his
tone still alarmingly quiet, “one of my financial directors put
together the proposal to terminated the events division at Morris
and consolidate several other event divisions from various
companies of mine based on a sound economic strategy. I was
presented with the plan and signed off with the recommendation that
Jeremiah head the division up based on his merits and impeccable
work performance at Morris.”
“Oh –” I begin letting out the breath I’m
holding.
“Quiet,” snaps Aidan. “You had your say
Gabriella, now I’m talking. I also recommended that you be given
the assistant director position based on your work performance to
date and your superior’s glowingly endorsements. From all reports
within Morris Advertising both you and Jeremiah work well as a team
and in the short period you have been there your adept efforts have
not gone unnoticed by management.”
“Ah – ”
“I said quiet Gabriella,” barks Aidan cutting
me off again.
Okay now he’s just making me mad – I’m not a
child called into the principles office to be chastised for Gods
sake!
As if reading my thoughts Aidan raises one
eyebrow daring me to interrupt him again. I suck my top lip into my
mouth biting down with my teeth in an effort not to speak – or yell
at him.
“Now in saying that Gabriella, I also want
you close to me, working in my building and directly for my
company. I think you are an extremely talented young woman and more
than capable of fulfilling this role. In fact according to your
resume, with your degree, you’re over qualified for this kind of
position. What I do not do is make business decisions or employee
promotions on whom I’m currently fucking nor do I appreciate being
questioned in regards to how I run my company, being called
crazy
or any other fucking thing!” His voice is a lethally
quiet whip slashing the last two words through the room on a
cracking lash.
Okay so maybe I went a tad overboard and let
my unfounded anger get the best of me - definitely not one of my
better ideas barging into Aidan’s office without thinking it
through.
“I am so sorry Aidan. I apologize for barging
in here and unleashing all that on you. I assumed the worst and I
am really grateful for this amazing opportunity. Jeremiah is beside
himself with elation. I left him back at the office going through a
list of friends he was calling to gloat over his new promotion. He
so deserves this – I was just shocked and…” I trail off not knowing
what else to say or how I can redeem myself from my childish
outburst.
“My mom always said I have the worst habit of
flying off the handle before I think.” Aidan’s eyes soften at me
mentioning my mom.
God I miss her with everything I
am
.
Holding the end of my ponytail up towards him
I flippantly mutter, “Must be the red hair. Redheads are known for
their hot tempers.”
Aidan just stares at me impassively for
several minutes, not saying a word but I can see his eyes
working.
“Come here Gabriella,” commands Aidan in that
silky-smooth sexy voice of his.
Contritely I walk towards him stopping a foot
in front of his body, our eyes locked on each other. Both his arms
reach up, his hands gripping my waist and he draws me flush against
his chest.
I drop my gaze and look down at my shoes
biting the side of my lip anxiously.
“Gabriella,” he calls gently, “baby look at
me.” His warm palm cups my chin raising my head up to meet his
face. “God you’re always so beautiful,” he murmurs, “but you are so
fucking hot when you’re throwing a tantrum. A part of me would like
to put you across my knee and spank that gorgeous tight ass of
yours as punishment for your little outburst. It makes me so
fucking hard just thinking about it.” Smirking he released my chin
and brushes his lips across my temple.
Spank me! Surely he’s joking. Nope, not
going to dwell - I’m filing that one away too.
“Whatever,” I grumble narrowing my eyes at
him.
Chuckling he taps the end of my nose with a
forefinger. “Gabriella don’t worry and don’t over think this. Okay
baby?” I tentatively smile up at him and watch mesmerized as his
emerald eyes darken turning sultry. “Now that I have you here in my
office – what will I do with you,” he purrs.
And just like that my mood goes from one of
anger to apologetic to aroused. This gorgeous powerful man has me
constantly walking on shifting ground. I feel like I’m on the
longest most thrilling rollercoaster ride of my life. And I fucking
love it!
“I want you to stand facing the desk
Gabriella,” Aidan says releasing me and seductively sauntering
around behind me. “Palms flat on the desk baby and don’t let go.”
His tone is firm but sensual.
I move my feet towards his large polished
mahogany desk. Behind the desk sits a large high-back black leather
chair and beyond a floor to ceiling glass wall that looks over the
scrolling vista of downtown Los Angeles. His desk holds two
complicated looking phones with numerous lit buttons and a space
aged desktop computer. To the left of his desk there are several
small flat screen televisions mounted on the wall muted with
various business channels broadcasting. Below sits a mahogany
credenza that matches his desk with an assortment of expensive
looking bottles of alcohol and a silver tray filled with crystal
cut glasses. To the left of the room there is a black leather couch
with mahogany coffee table and beside the couch is an open door
that leads into what appears to be his private bathroom.
Placing my palms flat on the desk I feel
Aidan’s body press flush against my back. He wraps my long ponytail
in his fist and gently tugs so that my head tilts to one side
exposing my neck. Shivering I moan as his tongue glides up my neck
towards my earlobe.
“I’ve missed you Gabriella,” he murmurs
grazing my earlobe with his teeth. “I’ve been thinking of you all
day.”
My whole body hums with his sensual
touch.
Now this beats arguing any day
.
“I have a meeting in fifteen minutes so I’m
going to make this quick baby. Hard. Fast. And quick,” he whispers
nipping firmly on my earlobe. In reaction to his bite I let out a
small squeal as desire floods my core. “Shh,” he admonishes as he
continues to lick and nip at the shell of my ear.
“Aidan,” I sigh my hands reaching up and
behind me to touch him.
Both of Aidan’s hands clasp mine bringing
them back down on the surface again. “Palms flat on the desk
Gabriella. Don’t let go,” orders Aidan.
How can he be so bossy and hot at the same
time
?
With his body still caging mine, he releases
my hands and runs both of his heated palms up along my arms leaving
a trail of warmth from the contact. Placing another kiss on my neck
he then slides his hands down my sides until he reaches my hips
where he flexes his strong fingers gripping firmly. “Bend over
baby,” he orders sliding one hand up along my spine inserting
pressure so my breasts lay flat on top of the desk. “That’s it
Gabriella, put that sweet tight ass up high for me.”
Bending further forward so my forearms lie
flat on the desktop, my arms above my head gripping the edge of the
desk - I struggle to control my breathing.
This is so fucking hot
.
He’s so
fucking hot!
The anticipation is overpowering any thoughts
I have.
Aidan releases his grip on my hips, adjusts
his stance behind me then I feel the heat of his palms slowly
gliding from my calves up to the back of my knees then higher along
my things taking the hem of my skirt with his ascent and exposing
my butt. His hands then cup each cheek squeezing deliciously. My
skirt is bunched up high at my waist.
“Fuck Gabriella!” Aidan hisses. “What are you
doing to me? “You call
this
underwear,” he says hooking his
fingers through the thin lacey strap of my pink lace thong. “You’re
very lucky Jeremiah’s gay or else I wouldn’t be happy with you
wearing this,” he growls snapping back the band of my thong, “to
work.”
His fingers deftly pierce the lace of my
panties breaking the material and ripping them from my body.
“Ohmigod Aidan,” I protest feebly whilst incredibly turned on by
such a raw act of lustful sensuality, “those were my favorite. I
can’t believe you just ripped them off me.”
“Believe it baby,” he returns arrogantly.
His talented fingers probe my slick folds
narrowing in on my clit as he moans, “Gabriella you are always so
wet for me.” Blushing I gasp in pleasure as his applies
excruciating sweet pressure to my clit then skillfully inserts one
finger followed by a second plunging deep.
“Oh God Aidan,” I whimper pressing down on
his hand grinding harder.
“That’s it baby ride my fingers,” he growls
nipping the tender flesh of my neck.
Just as I reach the brink of my release Aidan
withdraws his hand and I moan in protest reaching down to pull his
fingers back to my aching core.
“Hands Gabriella,” growls Aidan hoarsely, “on
the desk. Now.” In a softer tone he murmurs, “I’ll take care of you
baby but when you come I want you to come around my cock.”
I hear the sound of the zipper sliding down
on his pants then feel the silky hard head of his penis nudging the
drenched opening of my entrance. Aidan’s fingers return to my body
flexing hard and digging into the soft flesh of my hips then in one
powerful driving thrust he plunges into my core right to the very
hilt. Clutching the edge of his desk tighter, I cry out at the
exquisite sensation of fullness invading me as Aidan releases his
own long guttural moan.
“Ah God Gabriella,” he moans withdrawing
slowly then plunges back into me again.
“Aidan please,” I plead meeting his thrust
with one of my own. His hips begin to move faster, pounding harder,
deeper as both of our breathing labors. The connection our bodies
have is exquisite, visceral – with Aidan all my inhibitions
dissolve. Every cell, tissue, muscle pulsates with electricity from
his touch.
“Eyes Gabriella,” demands Aidan hoarsely.
Instantly I turn my head to the side looking over my shoulder and
into his sharp piercing emerald gaze as he leans over my body
thrusting his hips wildly into my core. My climax blasts through my
body like a raging inferno and I come screaming out his name.
Aidan quickens his pace to an almost brutal
hammering rhythm digging in fingers bitingly further into the flesh
at my hips then with one more thrust he hoarsely shouts out my name
through his shuddering release.
With tender strokes Aidan rides out the
remainder of his climax. His hands move around to my stomach
embracing me tightly back towards the warmth of his chest and he
burrows his head into my neck kissing me softly.
“Gabriella you unravel me. I can’t get enough
of you,” he rasps between tender kisses.
Turning my head again I place my own soft
sweet kisses on his forehead tasting the saltiness from his sweat
on my lips.
“Hmm there is certainly something to be said
for desk sex,” I languorously murmur, every inch of my body
blissfully sated.
“Desk sex?” Aidan asks on a chuckle lifting
his head to look into my eyes.