Board Stiff (4 page)

“
Elizabeth
, I’m not taking no for an answer,”
John said.
 
“Whatever is between us will
not affect my role as a member of the board, I promise you.
 
So, I’ll pick you up after work today.
 
We’ll do dinner.
 
There is nothing that is going to stop ‘this’
from happening.”
 
He waved his hand
between the two of them signifying what he meant by “this.”
 
He leaned in and placed a kiss on her
cheek.
 
“And please call me John,” he
whispered in her ear.
 
He saw her shiver
when his lips brushed the skin just below her ear.

 
At that, he turned and walked to the door,
unlocking and opening it before walking through it.
 
He knew if he looked back, she would be
standing there staring at him, and he didn’t want to give her the opportunity
to turn down dinner.
 
He headed back
upstairs to the board to enjoy his lunch with a shit-eating grin on his face.
 
Christ,
this board day couldn’t move fast enough.
 

Chapter Four

Elizabeth
’s two o’clock meeting bled into her three o’clock meeting, so she
didn’t make it back towards her office until almost four-thirty.
 
She struggled to keep John and their kiss
from her thoughts the entire afternoon, but it was a complete failure.
 
She was in big trouble.
 
This could ruin her in so many ways… he could
ruin her.
 
Even if John’s board of directors’
agreement didn’t forbid a relationship between them, clearly it would be
frowned upon.
 
Maybe it could even affect
her job.
 
She loved her job.
 
And her heart… she wasn’t the type of girl
that could keep her heart out of things for long.
 
She didn’t know if she could keep things
strictly sexual.
 
John didn’t seem to be
the type of guy that put his heart into things.
 
He seemed more like that type that would fuck her brains out once or
twice and call it a day.
 
Could she
handle that?
 
Despite all the warnings
shooting off in her head, she didn’t think she’d have much resistance in her if
he kissed her again like he had earlier.
 
Her whole body reacted so strongly to him.
 
She took a deep breath, and breezed into the
legal department heading toward the hallway to her office.
 

“Liz,” Roni said, grabbing her attention before she blew right
by.
 
Elizabeth
stopped and turned to face Corbin’s
assistant.
 
A smile stretched across
Roni’s lips.

“Yes, Roni,”
Elizabeth
replied.
 
She couldn’t quite figure out the look of
sheer happiness that was written all over Roni’s face.

“Mr. Dorsey called
down from executive about thirty minutes ago,” she said with a smile.
 
Now,
Elizabeth
understood.
 
John Dorsey could get any
woman to wear a ridiculously silly grin by simply saying his name.
 
“He said his Town Car will pick you up at
four-thirty downstairs.”
 

“What?”
Elizabeth
sputtered.
 
So much for being discreet.
 
Though she loved Roni to death, she did tend
to be a gossiper.
 
Within the first week
of working at Advantage, Roni had supplied
Elizabeth
with the dirt on everyone in the
department and beyond.
 

“It’s already
four-thirty, Liz,” Roni continued.
 
“I
suggest you hurry.
 
You don’t want to
keep a man like that waiting on you too long.”
 
Roni winked at her.
 
Oh God!
 
Elizabeth
turned on her heels and walked quickly down the short hallway to her
office.
 
She did a quick check of her
email before turning off her computer, grabbing her purse and ducking out the
back stairs to get down to the first floor.
 
No reason to give Roni, or anyone else for that matter, more reason to
gossip.

As she walked out
the front door of their building in downtown
St. Petersburg
, a black Lincoln Town Car sat
idling at the curb.
 
A man in a pair of
black slacks and a white shirt jumped out of the driver’s seat and hurried
around the car to open the door for her.

“Ms. Wright,” he
said, opening the back door.
 
She wasn’t
used to this sort of thing.
 
She grew up on
the lower side of middle class where people drove their own cars around and no
one waited on her, except her mother when she was ill.
 

As she ducked through
the car door, she saw John sitting there.
 
His white shirt was unbuttoned at the collar and his sleeves were rolled
up his forearms.
 
Yep, he definitely worked out.
 
She could see the muscle definition just in his forearms.
 
And his hands… even his hands looked strong.
 
She remembered the feel of them on her low
back when he pulled her against him earlier.
 
Her cheeks flushed as the memory of their kiss invaded her mind.
 
A flush spread all over her
body.
 
She could feel the heat pool
at her core.
 
She crouched onto the black
leather seat and set her purse between them.
 
Perhaps a little barrier would do them good.

“Mr. Dorsey,” she
said softly as the driver closed the door behind her.
 

“
Elizabeth
, please call me John.
 
When I’m buried deep inside your body, I
don’t want you moaning ‘Mr. Dorsey,’ I want you calling me by my first name,”
he said.
 
His hazel eyes turned a shade
darker as he spoke his words, but his gaze never left her eyes.
 
She inhaled sharply.
 
Quickly scanning the car, she let out her
breath when she realized the barrier between the front and the back of the
vehicle was up, making their conversation private.
 
Thank
God!
 
She’d never been around anyone who
had been so frank about wanting to fuck her.
 
Should she be pissed?
 
He clearly assumed bedding her was a foregone
conclusion.
 

“That’s quite
presumptuous of you, John,” she said, drawing out his name.
 
She could do this.
 
She wasn’t a woman without any game or
flirting abilities.
 
He growled when she
said his name and crossed the distance between them, pushing her purse to the
car floor and pinning her against the back seat.
 
His hand gripped the back of her head just
seconds before his lips pressed against hers.
 
This man knew how to kiss.
 
His
lips were soft but strong and confident
against her own
.
 
He worked her lips open and slipped his
tongue inside, exploring her.
 
The feel of
his tongue against hers made her moan.
 

“I love the way
you just said my name,” he whispered against her mouth.
 
“I can’t wait to hear you say it when I first
slide inside your hot little body.”
 
Elizabeth
whimpered at
his words.
 
Something about him made her
feel sexier than she ever had.
 
She just
wanted to feel him above her and at this moment, she didn’t care where they
were.

Her hands wrapped
around his neck and pulled him even more into her.
 
She took a little initiative with their
kiss.
 
She pushed her tongue into his
mouth, so that it danced sensually with his tongue.
 
One hand slid down his shoulder and over his
sculpted bicep.
 
Every aspect of his body
was hard.
 
She could feel his muscles
twitch underneath her hand.
 
She sucked
on his tongue and he growled.
 
Her tongue
laved against his and explored his mouth further.

John’s hand slid
down the side of her body until it made contact with her knee.
 
His hand was warm and callused against her
skin, causing her entire body to feel like it was on fire.
 
Slowly, he inched his hand up the inside of
her leg and under her skirt until his fingers danced lightly over her lace
panties, which were already damp with her juices.
 
His fingers worked her clit through the lace
until she was panting against his mouth.
 
She could feel the first hints of her orgasm
approaching.
 
She was going to come,
fully dressed, in the back of his car!
 
Fuck!
 
He owned her.
 
Pushing her
panties aside, his fingers moved over her slick folds.
 
Elizabeth
cried out at the feel of his fingers against the most sensitive part of her.
 
It almost pushed her over the edge.

“Not yet,” he
whispered.
 
Pushing his tongue into her
mouth, he penetrated her pussy with his finger.
 
Elizabeth
gasped at the invasion to her body.
 
Since walking into the board room earlier today, she had envisioned
numerous times what his hands would feel like on her body, but this was more
than she imagined.
 
Her body yearned for
him.
 
Her back arched off the seat and
her pelvis writhed against the heel of his hand.
 
“That’s it, sweetheart.
 
Come for me.”
 
He plunged a second finger in her pussy and curled them both until they
touched a part inside of her she didn’t even know existed.
 
He stroked her there until her entire body
came off the seat and her orgasm rocked her.
 
Her pussy quivered and spasmed around his fingers,
pulling them further into her body.
 
Her vision blurred before all she could see was stars.
 
This wasn’t her first orgasm, by any stretch
of the imagination, but it was most definitely the first orgasm like that.

“Oh my God,” she
breathed as her body finally slumped against the seat.
 
His fingers were still buried inside her body,
stroking her through the last few spasms.
 
Her breath was ragged.
 
John
brought his mouth down on hers, kissing her gently, nuzzling her bottom lip
between his teeth.

“That… that was
fucking amazing to watch,” he said, pulling back from their kiss and staring
into her eyes.
 
He slipped his fingers
from her body and brought them to his mouth.
 
Sliding both fingers between his lips, she watched as he tasted her
juices on his fingers.
 
She couldn’t
stifle the groan that ripped through her.
 
She’d never seen anything quite so erotic.
 
“Fuck, you taste good.
 
  
You
have no idea how bad I want to take you right now.
 
Right here.
 
But we should only be a few minutes from our
destination.
 
And if I don’t stop now, I
will be fucking you for the first time against the back seat of this car and
you deserve better than that.”
 
Elizabeth
didn’t know what
made her
more faint
:
 
watching him taste her off his own fingers, or his words “first time” as
if there would be more than one time…or that he felt she deserved better than a
quick fuck in the car.
 

“Don’t get me
wrong,” he whispered hoarsely, interrupting her thoughts.
 
“I will fuck you on the back seat of this
car.
 
Most likely, more
than once.
 
I just don’t want it
to be our first time.”
 
She straightened
up in the seat, still lightheaded from the mind-blowing orgasm and his
titillating words.
 
She pushed her
fingers through her long, now tangled, mane.
 
She couldn’t imagine what she looked like right then.
 
Quite honestly, she didn’t care.

Chapter Five

Looking out the
car window,
Elizabeth
watched as John’s car pulled into a driveway.
 
She had been so wrapped up in John that she hadn’t even noticed that
they were heading towards the beach.
 
Her
eyes widened like saucers.
 
The Spanish-style
house was three stories and sat right on the beach.
 
The exterior was a dark yellow with a reddish-orange
tiled roof.
 
Multiple floor-to-ceiling
windows peppered the top two floors.