Temptation: Satisfaction Part 25

"Rick, you might as well start accepting this. Torturing yourself is not going to help you move on, and you need to move on for the kid's sake." He raised his eyebrows at me. "Now, I'll be staying with Bryce tomorrow and telling the kids I have a late meeting, which I do. Then, we will sit down with them and talk to them about it on Wednesday, okay?"

"Sure." He got up and headed inside.

"Rick, we have to work together on this, for the kids."

"I know Lexi, doesn't mean I have to be happy about it though."

The next day, in the eyes of Nate and Charli, was no different from any other. Rick had slept in the spare room and left for work before they had woken up.

"I won't be home tonight, munchkins. I have a late meeting at work. Mummy is helping with the marketing of the family friendly rooms in one of the hotels."

"What's marketing, Mum?" Charli asked as we all climbed into the car.

"Well, it's about making something both sound and look good. I have to help make the new family friendly rooms at the hotel sound and look good so that people will want to stay in them."

"So, what is so good about them?" Charli, you are a question asking little monster.

"Well, some of the rooms might have carpet like a Twister game, and a built in dial selector so you play Twister whenever you like."

"Cool, what else?" Grrrrrr.

"I don't know, missy. Why don't you tell me what you would like in a hotel room?" I looked in the rear-view mirror at Charli who was now thinking of suggestions in her head. That will buy you maybe 30 seconds of silence Alexis.

"I know." Nate said from the pa.s.senger seat beside me. "Arcade games, the ones you can sit in and drive, or the ones where you have to hit the hedgehogs on the head."

"I know, I know. I want baby animals I can take care of." That was barely five seconds of peace and quiet.

"So, arcade games and a petting zoo. I'll mention it thanks. Anything else?"

"A treasure hunt around the hotel," said Nate with an expression similar to a greedy pirate.

"A girly pampering salon." Charli beemed as she held her hand in the air to inspect her nails. Hmmm, not bad, kidlets. Maybe I could suggest some activity programs for the kids conducted by the hotel.

"Good work, my little brainstorm-troopers. Get it Nate?...Brain...Stormtroopers. You know...Star Wars?"

Nate sighed and rolled his eyes. "I get it, Mum. But that was so not funny."

"Oh." Cue sad child face.

I received a handful of other suggestions in the time it took me to drive the kids to school. A trivia challenge on things around the complex, and the guest with the most correct answers got a prize of some kind. We actually formulated this idea together. Nate had the idea of the challenge or a test, as called put it. I had the idea of it being a compet.i.tion amongst guests, and Charli came up with the prize. Charli also suggested goodie bags for kids upon arrival, which I thought was a great idea, and Nate suggested themed rooms, which could be worked on too.

All in all, my drive to school that morning had resulted in some great suggestions for my meeting. I was terribly nervous about the meeting though, the last time it had only been me, Bryce and Patrick the Head Designer. This evening though, it was going to be the three of us, Chris from Marketing, and the entire board including Gareth. I hadn't seen Gareth since the Tel V Awards. I didn't include that time I overheard Bryce arguing with him in the office. I was slightly nervous about having to be in the same room with him, knowing he had Dissociative Ident.i.ty Disorder and that I was the probable trigger for his psycho alter, aScott'. I just hoped I wouldn't let the nerves I might feel at his presence render me useless, like a babbling sweat beaded mess, resembling a drug addict in withdrawal.

I parked my Charger, my Charger! Alexis, yes it's ayour Charger' get over it. Then over exuberantly made my way up to see Bryce. When the doors to the elevator opened, he was standing there with a rose for me. I paused for a second to take in the sight of the incredibly romantic and drop dead gorgeous man standing before me. I licked my lips, because as per usual, the sheer sight of him depleted my mouth of moisture, and transplanting it to the very spot between my legs. I didn't give him a chance to prowl toward me wearing his extremely smouldering gaze, a gaze that had the ability to send my p.u.s.s.y into a seizure. Instead, I made the slow cat like walk toward him, wrapping my arms around his neck and planting a kiss on his lips that would hopefully send his c.o.c.k into full-blown c.o.c.k-a.s.sault. We kissed hungrily just outside the elevator for a minute or so.

"I missed you, Bryce."

"Not as much as I missed you, Hunny." I reached down and caressed the bulge that was pressing into my hip. Full-blown c.o.c.k-a.s.sault achieved! Good work, Alexis.

"I think you might be right, Bryce."

He slid his hand up my leg and wasted no time inserting his finger inside of me. "No, Hunny. I'm definitely wrong." He pulled his finger out then stuck it in his mouth. s.h.i.+t, that's hot! I had been there less than five minutes, and already my body was crying out for his.

"You are so bad." I giggled.

"And you are so sweet, literally." He wrapped his arms around my waist and pushed me up against the entryway wall, which had returned to being one of my favourite spots in the apartment. I fumbled desperately with his trousers, wrenching them undone, and was rewarded with his long hard erection. He groaned and lifted my dress, wasting no time in yanking my underwear down. Ferociously, he mouthed his way up my leg with frantic need to get to the top. My legs almost buckled as his tongue slid up and down the spot he had been aiming for. He was anxious today, bordering on frenzied and desperate in his actions. It worried me slightly, but the overwhelming pleasure I was experiencing as a result shelved the worry. I decided that after he had released whatever this frantic performance was-because let's face it, it was f.u.c.king hot and felt great- I would return to the shelf, take back the worry I had tentatively put there and find out what it was all about.

"Bryce Clark, you are sensational." I confessed as I threw my head back, delighting in the feeling his mouth had bestowed upon me. His desperation did not ease as he made his way up to meet my lips, caressing them aggressively with his own. My leg automatically lifted for him and instantly, he was inside me pinning me to the wall. s.e.x Up Against The Wall. Yes, I'll order another of these, it's been a while. He pulled away from my mouth and penetrated me with his eyes as he thrust deep within me. I closed mine as the intensity of his reach was almost too much to bear.

"Open your eyes, my love. I want all of you with me when I bring you undone."

"You already have brought me undone."

"Not yet, I haven't" He increased his pace and pressure, and it was just about impossible to grant him the request of staying open-eyed. The pure bliss he was conjuring inside me was boiling to the point of explosion. I couldn't help it, my lids closed, covering my eyes and disobeying his instructions. "Alexis!" I flung them open at his demand. "That's it, Hunny, look at me." He said with a salacious smirk as he thrust into me harder.

I opened my mouth. "I can't, Bryce. Oh f.u.c.k, I can't."

"Yes, you can, Hunny." He smiled and grabbed my breast, ma.s.saging it within his hand.

"Please." I pleaded and pierced him with my stare, now h.e.l.l bent on keeping it.

"That's it beautiful." He kissed me quickly, then he relinquished his control, so that we could both explode our thresholds simultaneously. As our bodies relaxed, I finally closed my eyes, shuddering against him.

"Holy f.u.c.k, Bryce." He chuckled and picked me up, sat on the couch and laid my head on his lap. "I'm supposed to be at work in five minutes, but none of my limbs are now functional."

"This is work, Hunny. I've put it in your job description. The memo is on your desk."

"It is, is it?"

"Yep."

"So does that mean I have to start my day like this every day?"

"Sure does, and you have to finish it like this too." He traced his finger down my cheek then lightly dabbed my nose.

"In that case, I need to go back to the gym."

"Good, we'll start now."

"What?" Are you for freaking real? My muscles have just completely cracked the s.h.i.+ts and gone on strike. "What part of limbs no longer functioning did you not understand, Mr. Clark? Anyway, don't you have self-defence cla.s.s this morning?"

"Yes I do, and you're coming with me." s.h.i.+t. c.r.a.p. b.a.l.l.s.

"I'm not going to be your guinea pig again."

"We'll see."

My muscles finally decided to co-operate with me again after half an hour of resting on Bryce's lap. I nearly fell asleep while he sat there and trailed his finger up and down the side of my face. We went upstairs and I reluctantly changed into gym clothes which just so coincidently happened to be in my half of the walk in stadium.

Self-defence cla.s.s was pretty much the same as the last time, except, after spotting Chelsea in the group of drooling women, I was more than happy to be his a.s.sistant. I think he got frustrated at one point when he had me in a bear hug hold from behind, and I all but reluctantly refused to fight him off. He had whispered into my ear, awhat are you waiting for, stomp on my foot.' I replied with, ano, I like your arms around me' to which he then responded with, ado it or your off my kissing list'. I reacted abruptly, slamming my foot hard onto the top of his, which resulted in him having a limp for the rest of the day.

We didn't even shower together. By the time he had made it upstairs after talking to the lingering flies that were disguised as women, I was showered and seated at my desk already working. He had walked past without saying a word, but stopping only briefly, to plant a kiss on my head.

We were then both quiet with each other as the day progressed. He had back-to-back meetings, so I had my lunch with Charlie and Samantha. I hadn't seen Charlie for quite some time. The hotel's front office receptionist was his normal bright, slightly sarcastic self, which I just loved, but Sam was quiet and a little off. I asked her if everything was all right, and she said it was. But clearly she thought I came down in the last shower.

After Bryce's last meeting had finished, I knocked on his door and entered. He looked absolutely drained, so I didn't say anything as he watched me enter. I walked over to the mini bar and poured him a scotch, then walked around to his side of the desk, spun his chair to face me, and put the scotch into his hand. I knelt down in front of him and gently removed the shoe from the foot I had crushed. When I took off his sock, it revealed a huge bruise on the top of his foot. I put my hands to my mouth and gasped, then tears began sting my eyes. Oh, s.h.i.+t, what have I done?

"I am so sorry, Bryce. I...I didn't mean to do it that hard, s.h.i.+t." I picked up his foot and kissed it, hoping to take away what I had done. I kept kissing it like a crazed sicko. He chuckled, so I looked back up to find a rather large smirk plastered across his face.

"I thought you didn't do feet, Ms. Summers?"

I tried to suppress the smile that was forcefully breaking its way through the surface of my face. "I don't, Mr. Clark." I kissed it one last time, then knelt up and crawled my way up onto his lap. "But, I will do your feet, I will do anything you want me to do. In fact I know something I can do right now for you." I kissed him briefly then climbed back off his lap and scooted down to my knees. With a seductive glance, I unfastened his belt from his pants, releasing his already growing erection into my hands. I wiggled down into the opening underneath his desk and began to stroke his shaft with my tongue. He moaned deeply and caressed my head with his hands. "Please, Mr. Clark, do not let me distract you from your work."

"That's f.u.c.king impossible, Hunny. You distract me even when you are in the next room." I giggled and licked his crown. "f.u.c.k, Alexis, maybe you should stomp on my foot more often."

I retracted my tongue. "Don't, that's not funny. I hurt you."

"It's fine, Hunny, please don't worry. It's looks worse than it feels. Anyway, I shouldn't have threatened you with no kissing. I know what that feels like."

I licked him again. "Regardless, I'm sorry."

"Alexis, stop apologising and keep sucking." I giggled again and mouthed as much of his length as I could, the more I pulled into my mouth, the more he stiffened and tensed.

"You like that, my love?" I asked with a slight mouthful. aMmm' was all he could manage. "Good." There was a knock at the door, and as casually as he could, he said acome in'. What the f.u.c.k, Bryce! I let go of his soldier who was obediently standing to attention and put my hand over my mouth.

"Sorry to bother you, Bryce."

"No, it's not a bother at all. How can I help you, Arthur." s.h.i.+t. f.u.c.king c.r.a.p b.a.l.l.s. It's Santa. I heard the seat opposite Bryce's desk crunch as Santa placed his a.r.s.e on it. I held my breath as my heart rate took off like a rocket through the roof.

"I just wanted to get these proposals signed off before the meeting this evening."

"Sure, not a problem." The noise the pen made as Bryce autographed the paperwork was louder than normal. I think the sheer fear of discovery had heightened my senses. "So, Arthur how is Geraldine?" Bryce Edward Clark, small talk, really? I am not only going to stomp on your other foot now, I am going to bite down on your tasty hot dog like I would if it were slapped in between two pieces of bread and covered in mustard and sauce.

"She's been a little under the weather lately, she really doesn't like the heat." Well best you be on your way and go see to her Santa, quickly run along.

"That's not good to hear. Maybe you should take her on a holiday, somewhere it is cooler perhaps?" Bryce!! Argh. Being scrunched up on my knees in a s.p.a.ce no bigger than a cardboard box, and fighting my body not to make any sound was killing me. Why is it, that when you are desperate to be quite, your body ignores you and instead wants to vocalise in all manors it can, right now I could probably laugh, cough, sneeze and fart all at the same time.

"Yes, we were thinking of taking a short trip to Tasmania."

"Yeah? That would be nice. Have you been there before?" Bryce leaned back on his seat, and I noticed through the small gap between himself and his desk, that he had comfortably put his hands behind his head Oh for freaks sake. Why not ask him about the weather or if he is the real Santa? I s.h.i.+fted slightly making hardly any noise at all, then reached my hand to his groin and plucked a pubic hair.

"s.h.i.+t!" Bryce said rather loudly.

"What?" exclaimed Arthur.

"It's nothing, It felt like something bit me on the leg, that's all." Oh you'll get bitten, just not on your leg. He reached his hand down and pretended to rub his leg. "So, Arthur, have you been there before?" Obviously my little hair removal threat did nothing. Right, Mr. Hot Dog d.i.c.k Clark, you are in trouble now. I wiggled quietly again and got as comfortable as I could, then reached over and took hold of his still semi firm erection. He tensed slightly and dropped his hand to try and fight me off. Oh, no you don't, you wanted this. I held his hand at bay and drove him into my mouth, forcing a low murmur come out of his. I would've loved to have seen his face at that moment, it would have been priceless. I teased him a little more as he hardened in response.

"Yes, we went there twenty years ago."

"Twenty years..." I consumed as much of his shaft as I could from my position, compelling him to hesitate and stutter in his sentence. "..Twenty years, that's a long time." I continued to devour him under his desk until I could feel and taste his escalation. Then, without warning I clenched my teeth around him, not too hard, not hard enough to hurt him. I'd already done that today and I felt terrible. No, I clenched hard enough to warn him to get rid of Santa.

"Sorry to be rude, Arthur, I've got a pile of paperwork to get through before the meeting. So, if there is nothing else?" He got the hint.

"Oh, certainly, Bryce. I'll leave you to get back to your work."

"Thanks, Arthur, and pa.s.s on my well wishes to Geraldine."

"Of course, I'll see you in a couple of hours." Santa must have shook Bryce's hand, then shortly after I heard the door close.

"Ms. Summers."

I still had my teeth around him, so responded slightly m.u.f.fled, "yes?"

"Release my c.o.c.k, please."

"No. You are in trouble."

"Ms. Summers, release my c.o.c.k, NOW. I want to plunge it so deep inside you, it's not funny." My jaw automatically opened, releasing him from my grasp. He pushed back from the desk and got down on his hands and knees so that we were now facing each other like two dogs about to introduce themselves and sniff each other's b.u.t.ts. I tried not to laugh but the position we were both in at that point in time was hilarious. I cracked up laughing and dropped my head.

"I hate you, Mr. Clark."

"No, you don't." No, I don't.

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT.

We christened his desk like over-s.e.xed teenagers. Paperwork was scattered across the floor, and some even found itself stuck to my a.r.s.e. I hoped to G.o.d that those particular pieces were not needed for our upcoming meeting. I could see it now, speaking in front of the board and holding up a piece of paper with an outline of my sweat-stained a.r.s.e on it. Hmmm, explain that one.

I ordered refreshments and some light snacks from the hotel's kitchen and set up the conference room for the meeting. I had been going over some notes with Chris when the board members started making their way in, including Gareth who was last through the door. We all sat at a large rectangular table. Bryce was at the head of it, of course, then Santa to his left and Gareth to his right. The other members, I'm guessing in order of importance or share stake, were then seated right down to Chris, Patrick and me. Once everyone had stopped getting acquainted, Bryce welcomed us all and got the meeting underway.

"Okay, gentlemen and lady," he smiled and winked at me. "As you are all aware, today's meeting is to discuss some prospective ideas for renovations and changes to levels three through to eight of the City Promenade building, in order to make them more family friendly. Alexis, a mother of two, has been kind enough to help with brainstorming ideas in order to help make the rooms more attractive to parents with children of all ages." I sheepishly smiled to the board members who were kind enough to reciprocate the gesture, with exception of one person whose smile was as natural as a silicon implant. Ignore him, Alexis. He's sick and can't help it. "So, without further ado, I'll hand it over to Patrick and Chris."