The Surrender: Falling In Part 36

She licked her lips, again drawing his attention to the subtle movement. "Well, I'm told that I have an apt.i.tude for taking direction. I'm a fast learner, I like to please, and I do well with praise."

"And if there is need for correction?"

His eyes darkened and she drew in a slow, heated breath. "I do well with that as well."

It was nearing four o'clock and his throat showed shadows of a day's growth as his Adam's apple bobbed slowly. "I'm quite particular with my expectations, Ms. Keats. I do not tolerate anything less than perfect."

Her mouth went dry. "I understand."

He leaned forward and gathered some papers on his desk, stacking them haphazardly and tossing them into a tray to the right. "Let's take a look at your briefs."

"Pardon?"

"Come here, please."

Her lips parted as she rose to her feet. Slowly, she stepped around the edge of his desk. Heavy bra.s.s wheels rolled slowly as his gaze traveled over her outfit. "You are looking very professional today, Ms. Keats. I like it."

"Thank you, sir."

"Show me your briefs."

Her fingers glided to the hem of her skirt. She slowly lifted the fabric, exposing the lace of her stockings, the snaps of her garters, and the pale pink lace triangle of her panties. Lucian's eyes darkened and his nostrils flared. Her gaze slipped to the bulge beneath his Armani belt buckle.

"Very nice." He made no move to touch her. "Remove the garters."

Carefully, she bent and undid the beribboned snaps holding her stockings in place. They hung like the seductive branches of a weeping willow. Once the last was undone, she stood.

"Did you bring duplicates?"

Her brow pinched and he nodded toward the apex of her thighs. He was referring to her panties. "No, sir."

He tsked. "I'm afraid you will have to leave the originals then, Ms. Keats."

Her chest rose and fell with shallow breaths. "Yes, sir. I apologize for being unprepared."

"I believe in correcting employees immediately after an infraction. Please hand me your briefs."

Her fingers fit under the string of her damp panties and slowly lowered them. Rising once again, she held the garment from her pinky and offered them to him. He caught the shred of silk and brought it to his nose, inhaling deeply.

"These are wet." He crumpled the fabric and slowly stuffed it in his pocket.

"I'm sorry, sir. I was excited for the interview."

"Come here, please."

There wasn't much room between him and his desk. She took a small step forward. The weight of his palms circling her hips caused her to sigh with pent up relief. Since morning, she'd been starved for his touch. He turned her. "Palms on the edge of the desk, Ms. Keats. I'm going to look over your proposal."

Her hands pressed into the fine wood of his desk as his palm caressed the rounded cheek of her a.s.s. Chills raced up her spine, curling her toes in her Mary Janes, and causing her heart to gallop in her chest. She arched and his palm lifted, coming down quick and sharp on her rear. A delicious heat bloomed at the surface and seeped deep beneath her skin.

A sharp gasp of excitement slipped past her lips as she jumped and his fingers gently sc.r.a.pped over the sensitized skin. "This is an office, Ms. Keats. Discretion is important. I'm going to have to ask that you keep your voice down."

Sucking her lips between her teeth, she bit down. His palm slapped upon her flesh again. She hummed quietly, drawing her shoulders back. Her neck rolled, her head tipping back.

"You take direction very well, Ms. Keats."

"I aim to please, sir."

His palm came down a third time. Her flesh was alive and needy. The blunt tip of his finger followed the line of lace around her thigh and traced the seam down the back of her leg to the heel of her shoe. He wrapped his fingers around the heel and lifted her foot off the ground.

Her weight s.h.i.+fted as he bent her leg back. "These are new. I like them."

"Thank you, sir."

"Spread your legs." He released her and she widened her stance. His palm pressed like a brand into her lower back, easing her slightly forward. Her spine stiffened as his fingers bit into the rosy cheeks of her a.s.s, spreading her wide. His tongue licked up her crease, over her waxed folds. "f.u.c.k you're s.e.xy."

She moaned. He released his hold on her a.s.s and bit her sensitized flesh. Her heart raced and arousal flooded her s.e.x. Her lungs sucked in a breath as his finger breached her folds and entered her. He quickly withdrew the digit and replaced it with two.

She was embarra.s.singly wet. The sound of his fingers f.u.c.king her could be heard all around the room. His other hand reached around her hip, bunching up the front of her skirt gathered there. The first touch of his fingers to her c.l.i.t had her jerking her body forward.

He was suddenly on his feet, his mouth biting through her blouse, into her shoulder. "Don't move, Ms. Keats."

She loved the way his body managed to hold her in place as he tortured her so sweetly. The press of his arousal against her could be felt through his suit pants and the sensation of heat added to the thrill of his thrusting fingers.

"You see," he said in gravelly voice as he blanketed her from behind. "I seem to have made a mistake with my schedule. I have a meeting in about two minutes with a man from accounting. I'd hate to cut your interview short. I've yet to test your oral skills."

She was breathless as he plucked at her c.l.i.t. Her knees trembled. "I'm told my oral skills are quite notable, sir."

"I'll be the judge of that." His hands suddenly disappeared. The echo of his zipper was followed by the clank of his silver belt buckle coming undone. She was pressed forward until her b.r.e.a.s.t.s grazed the surface of his desk through her silk top. "But first I'm going to f.u.c.k you. Don't make a sound."

His c.o.c.k nudged her opening and then he filled her in one swift movement. She bit down on her lip, stifling a moan as she went up on her toes. Spine arching, her upper body lifted from the desk.

He grunted and grabbed her breast roughly over the silk of her s.h.i.+rt. His mouth sucked at the tender flesh of her neck. His tongue slid over the pearls as he pulled them between his teeth.

He thrust hard and she couldn't help the moan that escaped. The weight of his palm settled over her lips, fingers curling gently into her cheek. His breath beat at her ear. "Shhh, Seth will hear you."

His other hand slid down her front and found her c.l.i.t. He pinched the sensitized bud and she squeaked, eyes going wide. He thrust faster and tightened his hand over her mouth.

His warm breath tickled the sh.e.l.l of her ear. "Is it good, Evelyn? You want to scream, don't you? But you can't. If you make a noise I'll spank you again, this time until you come."

Her body tightened. Breath rushed out of her nose, over his fingers.

"You want to come, don't you, baby?"

She quietly moaned her agreement. "All right. Because you performed so beautifully during the first part of your interview, I'll let you come. I need to come too. Then you're going to suck me hard again while I meet with my accounting rep. When I come the second time you're going to swallow every drop, never letting anyone know you're here."

Her body gushed around him, pulsing and tightening. He rubbed her c.l.i.t rapidly and her muscles locked. As she came in a rush, he moved his grip to her hips and f.u.c.ked her relentlessly, groaning softly as he filled her with his release.

When he withdrew from her s.e.x, she was trembling. He cradled her on his lap and kissed her temple. The intercom buzzed.

"Mr. Patras?"

"Yes, Seth."

"Mr. McElroy is here from accounting."

He glanced at her, tipping her chin back so he could see her face. "How are you, love?"

She smiled dazedly. She was wonderful. "Mm, I'm good, Mr. Patras."

"Would you like to proceed with your interview?"

"Oh, I don't plan on leaving until the job is done."

He grinned. "You know what I expect."

She gently kissed his lips then slithered off his lap, lowering her body to the floor. He stood and zipped his pants and fastened his belt as she fit herself beneath his desk.

Lucian leaned forward and pressed a b.u.t.ton on the phone. "Send him in, Seth."

The door clicked open and Lucian greeted the man from accounting. Evelyn quietly backed further into the niche beneath Lucian's desk. The other man said a quick h.e.l.lo and settled into the seat she had originally occupied at the start of her 'interview'. The fine leather on the chair squeak beneath his weight. She wanted to peek under the small s.p.a.ce to see the other man's shoes, but was too afraid of inadvertently b.u.mping her elbow or accidentally making a noise that would give her away.

"Let's see what you have," Lucian said, his tapered legs coming back into view as he lowered himself into his chair. His s.h.i.+ny shoes eased forward, his chair gliding him closer.

Evelyn fit herself between his knees and was comforted when his hand lovingly petted over her hair and down her cheek. Like a cat, she pressed into the caress affectionately.

His hand disappeared as the sound of papers shuffled above her. Their voices were m.u.f.fled. Her cheek grazed the tailored thigh of his pants. She'd never done anything like this before. Swirls of delicious, erotic tension knotted in her belly. Perhaps she was turning into an exhibitionist too.

Lucian had taught her early on just how much he enjoyed an audience. When he'd explained his fantasy of having her in his office for the day, servicing him like this, she knew it was the idea of being watched that made the fantasy so erotic for him. It didn't matter that the other person had no idea what they were witnessing-at least she hoped they didn't.

Shaky fingers steadied as they coasted up the inside of his thighs. Her body still bore the results of their last coupling, making her thighs sticky. She rubbed them together with pleasure, reveling in the sensation, Lucian's mark of possession. She found his belt and bit down on her lip as she quietly fed the leather through the small metal buckle. His torso elongated purposefully, giving her easier access.

The s.p.a.ce under the desk grew warm and her range of movement became limited as he hardened. Once the buckle was undone she pushed it to the side, wincing as the clip accidently clanked against the metal catch on the other end. Lucian cleared his throat and continued talking. She had no idea what he was saying.

Her fingers found the tab of his zipper and slowly lowered it. The sophisticated snap of his pants was inside his waistband. She frowned as she worked to unlatch it. Once she had his pants undone, she spread the material into a wide V.

With nimble fingers, she unb.u.t.toned the lowest three b.u.t.tons of his s.h.i.+rt and spread the material wide. Lucian's muscled abdomen twitched beneath her gentle touch. Her lips pursed playfully as she teased him by blowing softly over his tight stomach.

Knowing she wouldn't be able to get him out of his briefs-she smothered a laugh. He had her briefs-she ran her fingertip along the front seam of his underwear until she found the opening.

His knee jerked as she fed her fingers inside and withdrew him. It was no easy task. He was already fully aroused. Once she had his length in her hand, she gripped him, marveling at the softness of his skin over steel, the firm weight filling her palm.

Easing up on her knees, she took him in her mouth and had the satisfaction of hearing his voice s.h.i.+ft in timbre. Her lips stretched over him as she pressed forward, taking him to the back of her throat. His knees clamped into the sides of her body, squeezing her tight, restricting her breathing.

The other man's m.u.f.fled voice filled the office as she wrapped her fingers at the base of Lucian's c.o.c.k and quietly pumped him in and out of her mouth. He eased back in his chair and there was suddenly a tapping sound rattling over her.

Her brow knit with confusion. Releasing him, she turned her face and looked up. He was rapidly twiddling a pen between his fingers, tapping the edge of his desk. She smirked. It must be killing him, having to keep his hands to himself. Lucian was very hands on when it came to oral s.e.x, or any s.e.x for that matter.

Knowing she was making him insane only made her go at her task with more zest.

Ms. Keats shows great enthusiasm for tackling objectives on the job. She giggled.

"Did you hear something?" the m.u.f.fled accountant's voice asked.

There was a sudden pinch at her scalp as Lucian's hand tightened over her snugly wrapped hair. "My apologies, McElroy. I skipped lunch," Lucian quickly explained. His warning touch was gone before the other man could notice his hand disappearing beneath the desk.

She returned to her task a bit chastised, but also a bit c.o.c.ky. The meeting continued and she wondered if Lucian would really allow her to finish him in front of the accountant. She had no idea how he would manage to keep a straight face.

She sensed him getting close when his thighs lifted. Voices continued to travel overhead as he toed off one shoe. She frowned and released him as he s.h.i.+fted his legs. She eased back, unsure what he was doing.

His right leg adjusted in the cramped s.p.a.ce, the tip of his socked toe fitting between her knees and extending until he found her core. She jumped at the contact. Breath stuttered out of her as his socked foot grazed her c.l.i.t and her l.a.b.i.a. She bit her lip to keep quiet.

There was a sudden clatter. "Pardon, I dropped my pen," Lucian apologized. Her eyes dropped to the carpet and spotted the pen. Dark eyes suddenly had her pinned. They creased with mirth. He smiled and reached for her.

She was huddled against the kickboard of his desk. Her eyes widened, unsure what he was doing. Since his foot had joined the play she'd grown incredibly distracted.

His fingers wrapped around the back of her neck and drew her back to his lap. Oh, okay, keep going then . . .

He rose just as his fingers swept up the pen. "My apologies. Got it."

The other man continued talking. Her lips slid to the base of his c.o.c.k as his palm pressed her head low. He held her there a few seconds. When his grip on her disappeared, she bobbed up and down quickly. He was being a bit brazen. She could be brazen too.

She relentlessly went at him. His foot continued to tease her. "Well, this all looks great. I'm going to call over to Shamus now and fill him in." Lucian's voice was strained, but barely. He had remarkable self-control.

The other man made a m.u.f.fled goodbye. The sound of footsteps faded and there was a click as the door closed. His c.o.c.k popped from her lips and his chair propelled back. She was suddenly dragged out from under the desk and he was on her.

The rough carpet burned her sensitive rear as his lips crashed over hers, his body pinning her to the floor. "So f.u.c.king hot, Evelyn," he growled as his tongue knifed into her mouth. His fingers hooked beneath her knees and wrenched them up. He filled her almost violently.

The moan was unavoidable. He pounded into her, chafing her backside as he f.u.c.ked her, propelling her from behind his desk. There was a sudden knock on the door.

Evelyn's eyes bulged her head jerking toward the door and, as if in slow motion, the k.n.o.b on the door turned. She smacked at Lucian's shoulders, but he was like a man possessed.

"Mr. Patras, is everything okay? I thought I heard . . ."

Evelyn screwed her eyes shut and turned her face away from the door and into his shoulder. Lucian suddenly stilled. "Not now, Seth," he growled.

"My apologies!" Seth made a fast exit. The door practically slammed shut.

Neither of them moved for several heartbeats. Lucian's shoulders shook. He was laughing. She was mortified and he was f.u.c.king laughing!

She shoved at him. "It's not funny."

His shoulders trembled as he sucked in a deep, audible breath and loud laughter spilled from his lips. She rolled her eyes. Her face was likely the color of the burgundy carpet. When she attempted to squirm out from under him, he stilled and frowned at her, his body locking down on hers.

"Where do you think you're going?" he asked, all humor gone.

"I'm embarra.s.sed and you're laughing. We were just caught."

His mouth spread into a tight, satisfied smile. He was too beautiful. At the moment his attractiveness irritated her.