31 Days of Summer (31 Days #2) (49 page)

‘Wow,’ uttered Jenny.

‘You stole my line,’ I smiled as we headed through
the sliding doors into a black granite open plan lobby, with security on the
door and by the bank of lifts behind the reception desk.

‘Miss Baxter, Miss Parker, welcome to Davenport
Technologies,’ smiled the girl behind the desk. ‘Mr. Davenport’s expecting you
in his office Miss Baxter. Miss Parker I’ve been advised to show you to the
staff lounge, where you should be comfortable. There’s heated massage recliners
with personal TV screens, also gaming stations, tea and coffee facilities and
snacks. If you want any food ordered I can arrange to have it brought up from
the canteen for you.’

‘Forget my meeting, that sounds amazing,’ I laughed.

‘It’s a wonderful company to work for,’ she
smiled. ‘And I’m not just saying that because you’re the boss’s partner. Follow
me.’

I looked around taking it all in, fascinated to
see where Dan worked when he was here, what he’d built up. Though it was on a
much smaller scale than his base in America, it was very impressive and
screamed masculinity. The thought of him bossing around his minions had me
turned on, before we even reached Dan’s office on the twelfth and top floor.
Jenny had been left on the eleventh floor and I thanked the Receptionist as I
stepped out, only to be greeted by a smart older man who shook my hand.

‘Miss Baxter, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you.
I’m Stuart, Mr. Davenport’s personal assistant.’

‘Ahhhh, the infamous Stuart. I hear nothing but
good things about you.’

‘I’m very glad to hear that,’ he grinned.

‘I think I owe you an apology on behalf of my best
friend Brooke, who verbally abused you and threatened a sit in protest last
year.’

‘No apology required,’ he smiled. ‘If it wasn’t
for her persistence you may not be with him now. Please don’t tell him I told
you this, but he’s far more relaxed and jovial since you got back together.’

‘Thank you, I think that side of him was always
there, it just needed a bit of coaxing out.’

‘Can I get you a drink?’ he asked, as we walked
through the spacious open plan area, filled with large bamboo plants and green
bonsai trees. I looked down and gasped, we were walking on a granite walkway
suspended above a pool of water that had the most beautiful golden, white and
red Koi fish lazily swimming through it. The water appeared to circle the
entire central lift shaft.

‘No I’m … fine thanks,’ I uttered, as I tried to
watch the fish while I walked. ‘He’s bonkers.’

‘Not quite,’ Stuart laughed. ‘They’re very
relaxing and when you’re dealing with businessmen from the Far East, they’re a
symbol of success and good fortune. He also works on the Feng Shui principles
in the whole building. The atmosphere is designed to put his clients at ease
and engender some trust and common ground.’

‘Clever,’ I nodded.

‘He’s a remarkable man, Miss Baxter, but then I
think you’d already worked that out for yourself when he was just the
woodcutter. Congratulations on your pregnancy, I’d love to meet young Master
Oliver next time you’re in London.’

‘Consider it done,’ I smiled. I’d warmed to him
immediately and was glad that Dan had someone like that to look out for him. Stuart
knocked on a black solid wood door and looked up as he waited. I followed his
gaze to see he was looking into a camera, then heard a click.

‘He likes to see who’s at the door, before he
activates the remote lock,’ Stuart smiled as he pushed down the handle and
gestured for me to enter.

‘Control freak,’ I whispered and he laughed. I
stepped inside and he closed the door behind me as I took in Dan’s office. It
was huge. Right in front of me was floor to ceiling glass windows that spanned
the width of the room and had a fantastic view over the River Thames to the
city on the other side. The floor in here was made up of creamy coloured sandstone
slabs with the odd clear glass panel where the fish could be seen swimming
through underneath me. To the left was a large white leather sofa range in a U
shape, which could comfortably seat twelve or more with a low white oval coffee
table, perfectly measured to slot in the gap. The wall was painted in a soft
green, but in the middle had a slow moving waterfall cascading down a sandstone
panel and there were bamboo plants in each corner. I looked over to the right to
see another soft green wall, but instead of the central water feature was a
bank of flat screen monitors. Dan’s desk, in solid white wood, was positioned
below them, but facing the room, so he’d presumably swivel around in his white
leather chair when he needed to look at them. I was suddenly aware that sitting
in that white leather chair, looking at me with a mixture of amusement and pure
carnal need was the man himself. Oliver Davenport. Damn, he looked so sexy
leaning back in his chair, his elbows resting on the arms with his fingers
steepled in front of his lips. I licked mine as I appreciated the view.

‘What the hell are you wearing?’ he called out.

‘A shirt dress. Don’t you like it?’

‘I’ve been hard since your little meeting
proposal, Ellie, then you turn up looking like that? Do you want me to blow my
load before you’ve even crossed the floor to come to me?’

‘So you do like it,’ I smiled.

‘I do, your legs look incredibly sexy in it.
Right, in my office you’ll address me as Sir. I’m a very busy man Miss Baxter,
so we’ll work to my agenda and I’ll ensure that the meeting concludes to our
mutual satisfaction. Do I make myself clear?’

‘Perfectly clear, Sir,’ I virtually panted. Christ
if I thought he’d been domineering in the hotel cabin on the loch, this had
just taken it up a couple of levels.

‘Drop your bag by the door and walk to the middle
of the room, stop and slowly circle so I can see my potential acquisition in
full.’

‘Potential?’ I gasped with a scowl.

‘I don’t tolerate insubordination Miss Baxter, in
fact I punish people for it. That’s one.’

‘One what, Sir?’

‘I’ve learned that to truly win in business, you
have to strike at the core, hard and fast.’ I watched, with my breathing
picking up speed, as he slowly opened his desk drawer and pulled out a green
leather riding crop, which nearly had me hyperventilating. ‘Would you like me
to make it two, or can we continue?’ he enquired, as he cracked it across his
open palm a couple of times, before gesturing with it to the centre of the
room.
Holy shit, this was so going in my next novel
, I thought. I walked
as sexily as I could to the centre of the room, put my hands on my hips as I
shook my hair back over my shoulders and slowly started to turn, trying to keep
my eyes on him at all times. His were raking up and down my long glistening
legs as he captured his lower lip between his lips. ‘Stop,’ he ordered as I
faced him again. Even from here I could see his bright green eyes had darkened.
He was as turned on as I was.

‘Do I meet with your approval, Sir?’ I enquired
and saw the corners of his lips curl up into a smile he was trying desperately
hard to conceal.

‘I’ve yet to see the goods in full, Miss Baxter. It
would be foolhardy of me to make a purchase with the wrapping still intact,
concealing the contents. I want you to slowly remove your belt and unbutton
that shirt, then hold them behind your back with both hands.’ I gulped and
nodded. His door appeared to be activated by him, it wasn’t as if anyone could
walk in, I just had to hope no one on the other side of the river owned
binoculars. My fingers were shaking as I slowly drew the leather through the
silver metal buckle and hung the belt off my little finger as I worked my way
down the buttons of my shirt. I could hear his heavy breathing from across the
room, over the gentle trickling of the water behind me. I heard him hiss
through his teeth as I shrugged the shirt off and unveiled my new underwear. It
was my turn to smile, that hiss was his seal of approval. ‘Looking very
promising, so far,’ he chuckled. I resisted the urge to swear at him and
instead smiled sweetly.

‘What can I do to entice Sir further?’

‘Turn around and walk over to the coffee table,
lay your items down on it, then bend over and slowly remove your knickers. You’ll
then place your palms face down on the table and await further instructions.’

‘Yes, Sir,’ I smiled as I turned and sashayed my
way over to his lounge area. I deposited my belt and dress and hooked my thumbs
into the edges of my knickers and slowly shimmied them down, unveiling my
bottom, before bending over and sliding them down to my ankles. I did as
instructed and placed my palms on the low table in front of me and took a
sudden gulp of air, as I heard the noise of his metal capped shoes on the floor
tiles approaching. He hadn’t even touched me and I’d flooded. I was so
desperate for him. I turned my head and looked behind me and gasped as a
whooshing noise sliced through the air and a sting smarted on my backside.
‘Owwww,’ I protested.

‘Eyes front,’ he barked. ‘Did I give you
permission to look around?’

‘No, Sir,’ I whimpered and looked back down at the
coffee table, as the heat in my backside worked outwards.

‘Spread your legs, wide,’ he growled. I felt a
tremble run through me, this was it, he was going to fuck me in his office,
dressed in his three piece suit in the middle of the day. I complied with his
instruction slowly, wanting to prolong the exquisite anticipation before he
impaled me on his large cock and heard him groan as he lowered his zip. I heard
a whoosh again and braced myself for a hit on my other cheek, but squealed in
surprise when the crop connected with my swollen clit.

‘Fuck,’ I moaned. I needed a second or maybe sixty
to work out if that was painful, pleasurable or a combination of the two. I
decided on the latter as he struck my backside again, evening out the pink glow
I was sure was showing.

‘That’s for swearing and for dripping on my
polished sandstone floor.’

‘I can’t help it,’ I protested. ‘You turn me on so
much, Sir.’

‘Excellent response. Time to test out my
merchandise, brace yourself,’ he ordered. I smiled, his last two words gave
away his concern, while he was still in his official role of master of all he
surveyed. I moaned as he gripped my hips, just to feel his skin on mine, but
not half as loud as I moaned when he forcefully ploughed into me, bruising my
cervix, steadying me as I jerked forwards with a loud cry.

‘Very tight and moist,’ he murmured, approval
radiating from him. ‘My office is soundproofed, feel free to scream,’ he offered,
as he flexed his hips back and forth at the speed of a cheetah, while I howled
like a bloody hyena. He was on fire and so was I. I wondered if it was possible
to suffer from spontaneous vaginal combustion. While fast and vigorous, he
still knew all the places to hit, not that his large cock had any other choice
than to stimulate every single part of me, g-spot and all. My legs were so far
apart that his heavy balls swung forwards on each entry, slapping my red hot
clit. I fought against my climax, when he was in the “Call me Sir” mode, I knew
I wasn’t supposed to come until he allowed it. I started running through the
Italian menu for tonight in my mind, Calamari or Olives, Bruschetta or Garlic
Mushrooms? Or maybe I’d skip a starter and just go for a big plate of creamy
pasta and a heart attack sugary dessert. Each thought was interspersed with a
cry or moan from me. ‘Tell me what you’re thinking,’ he panted. ‘You’re doing
exceptionally well as you haven’t come. What are you thinking about?’

‘Italian … food,’ I squeaked.

‘Hot spicy sausage?’ he chuckled.

‘I’ll have had my … fill of sausage … for today …
Sir,’ I responded, as my attempts to hold back were threatened with derailment.

‘You are full, though I think you need more of me
inside you,’ he groaned as I felt him tense behind me.
Thank God
, he was
about to come.

‘Please,
please,
’ I cried.

‘Miss Baxter, you may come,’ he grunted as he
thrust into me so hard I nearly toppled forward and smacked my head on the
table. I screamed as my whole body felt my release, shaking, tingling, spasms
and warmth. I heard him muttering some expletives, as he poured himself into
me, heating me even further. ‘Ok, I’m sold, I’ll take you,’ he chuckled, as our
breathing calmed down and his hands moved to grip my shoulders and brought me
upright, back against his chest.

‘Sorry, I’ve changed my mind,’ I teased, as I
tipped my head back to look up at him.

‘Always the comedienne,’ he grinned, before
dipping his head to kiss me. ‘Damn that was so hot. You have a seriously
sensational fucking body.’

‘From what I hear so do you, but I never got to
see it.’

‘I’m sure Stuart will be able to pencil in some
time for you, when you’re next in London, Miss Baxter.’

‘Then I’ll call him to make a date, Mr.
Davenport.’

‘Are you up for one more orgasm?’ he enquired. I
looked at him surprised.

‘You’re ready again?’

‘No,’ he laughed. ‘That will do me until tonight,
but there’s one part of my fantasy that we haven’t fulfilled yet,’ he advised,
as he gently slid out of me. ‘Take off your sexy green … boulder holder.’

‘Boulder holder?’ I laughed as I turned to face
him.

‘I’ve no idea what that,’ he gesticulated with the
crop he was still holding, ‘is called, but it’s damn hot, and I love that you
got green to please me.’

‘I always try to please you,’ I reminded him, as I
undid the laces at the front. He groaned again as my breasts came into view and
slowly trailed the crop between them, then circled one of my nipples as my
excitement levels mounted again.

‘Baby two is going to have to go on the bottle. I
can’t wait another few years to suck on those nipples, without the taste of
breast milk in my mouth.’

‘I see, your sexual desires come above the needs
of your own children?’ I narrowed my eyes at him and he sighed.