Executive Perks (10 page)

Fuck, he was going to get her back to his apartment as soon as he could so he could give her his full attention. None of this quickie crap. Damned if she’d be thinking about Aaron Winston while she was fucking Brendan Beckett, for Christ’s sake.

But just in case, he’d bring the tie.

* * * * *

He watched the arrogant young whelp and his whore leave the lavish rest room of the museum, the less-populated facility on the bottom floor. No mystery what those two had been doing.

Waiting a minute or two more to ensure his meeting place would be empty, he slipped in. The dark reflection beside him in the mirror a second later startled him.

“Were you in here all the time?” he asked the waiter, who was suddenly washing hands next to him at the sink.

The man nodded. “I was crouching on the toilet, waiting for you, when that couple came in. Not much I could do but wait them out. They were quick about it, though.”

“Fine. Whatever. No play by play required, thank you. They didn’t see you?”

“No.”

“Fine, fine. So did you put it into her drink?”

“Yes. I did.”

“Excellent.” He slipped the waiter ten one hundred-dollar bills. After he had dried his hands, of course.

“Nice doing business with you.”

Then the waiter was gone. He looked into the mirror with satisfaction. That’s how it should always go. Not this whining and questioning all the time, wondering why he was doing something or not doing something. It was really annoying.

Maybe he should hire this waiter for all his work and get rid of that annoying investment banker. He didn’t even mind someone like the waiter seeing his face. The servant class was of a different breed. As long as they were paid, they wouldn’t turn on their masters.

Not like an investment banker.

He’d give it some thought. In the meantime, he’d just lie back and see the results of honest to goodness pharmacology at work.

They called it liquid ecstasy, didn’t they?

* * * * *

Virginia took a deep breath, running her free hand through her long hair, her other hand firmly imprisoned in the purposeful grip of Aaron Winston. He led her to his waiting limousine and gave the driver—Ralph again she assumed—an address through the intercom. It sounded very familiar to her, but in her carefree mood she could not place it. Oh, well, it didn’t matter. Winston could take her wherever he wanted. It was like deja vu sitting with him in the confines of the luxurious limousine again (was this the same one they were in the other night or did he have a whole fleet?), but it felt very different to her now. And it wasn’t just because of the bump she could still feel on her head beneath her hair.

She stretched back against the smooth leather, vaguely conscious of the twinkling lights of the Manhattan streets whizzing by them, and smiled at Aaron. She felt so free of inhibitions. How could she have possibly pushed this incredibly handsome man away from her the other night? All she wanted now was to be close to him again. She reached up to trail her fingertips along his granite cheekbone, but he caught her hand, stopping her.

His low voice teased her as he pressed his lips to her fingertips, sending shivers down her spine, “Don’t start that here now. It would be too much like before,” he said, “and I’m superstitious. I want you all to myself behind a locked door and not in the middle of Manhattan traffic where something could stop us.” He might have said “someone” since Virginia was the one who stopped them the other night, but he did not. “Besides, I’m not so confident in Ralph’s driving skills anymore.”

A raucous laugh greeted his lame joke. She was wonderfully, magically compliant with him now, no talk of stock or angry accusations. Rye’s condemning insinuations about Virginia being drunk briefly intruded on Aaron’s sense of anticipation, but he put them out of his mind. Rye Kinsey was insane if he thought Aaron would pass up this opportunity with Virginia just because she’d had a couple of glasses of wine.

He no sooner had the thought than he realized she was climbing on to the floor of the limousine, wedging herself between his legs, facing him, one hand on each knee. His cock, which had been half hard on and off since he’d first seen her tonight, ratcheted up to full strength as the implications of her position sunk in. But it was a risky move given their track record.

For car accidents, that is, not foreplay. She laid her head for a second on his lap, docile, and then dropped a kiss in the general vicinity of his belly button.

Christ…

She leaned down then, long curls spilling over his lap, and rained light kisses on the seriously overstrained crotch of his tuxedo trousers. He took it for a minute, his breath catching even as he was bemused to find himself so turned on by this tame display. But after a minute, he put his hands on her shoulders to hold her back.

She giggled, looking up at him.

“What are you doing, Virginia?” His voice sounded tense to his own ears, but she apparently did not register it.

“I’m giving you a blow job.”

He declined to point out that the zipper needed to be down for that.

“You don’t need to do that. Let’s wait, okay, honey? We’ll be there soon.”

“I know I don’t have to. I never have.”

His mouth dropped open. He couldn’t help it.

He looked at her lips, dark red for the occasion. Never had?

His cock thrust enthusiastically toward her, volunteering.
Me first! Me first!

“Never?” he asked weakly as she reached forward and applied herself to his zipper, slipping it down slowly.

“Never,” she whispered. “But I want to. Now.” She peeled the fabric of his trousers back.

He hesitated only for a second. Who was he to argue?

His head fell helplessly back on the headrest and he closed his eyes for a minute, feeling the first touch of her soft, warm hands at the base of his stomach, shoving his boxers out of the way and then stroking his hot, bare cock two-handed. He shuddered as she petted him. “Oh, this is bigger than, er, than I’ve ever seen.”

The corner of his mouth went up.

“Look at how hard it is, all the veins and the—”

“I don’t have to look,” he choked out as he felt her soft breath on the head of his cock. She touched her lips hesitantly to him and his cock jerked in her hands.

“Oh,” she laughed, and then licked the head with short eager little flicks of her tongue up and down the throbbing base. All the while her fingers hovered over him, as if not wanting to impede on the novel action of her tongue.

“It tastes salty,” she murmured.

His fingers came to her hair, thrusting in the soft silky strands, as she teased him. She kissed the underside of his cock, slicking it up and down with her warm, wet mouth until finally her fingers joined in, running lightly along the stalk, tracing the veins, circling the base with her forefinger and thumb.

Groaning, he lifted his head to look down at her. “Take it in your mouth, Virginia,” he instructed softly, gripping his cock himself and nudging it more forcefully against her lips.

She opened her mouth a little and slid the head in.

“Like that,” he murmured in approval.

He could feel a drop of pre-cum on the end as she seemed to get a little braver, taking a little more of his cock in her mouth before she abruptly pulled back, letting him pop out and bob against her face.

“I feel silly,” she said with a smile.

His breathing was heavy, his hands still in her hair and he could see the pearl of pre-cum at the end of his cock now, more seeping out just at her sophomoric play.

“You don’t look silly.”

If she’d really never given head, she was quite a talented beginner. She wasn’t deep-throating him, of course, like an old pro like Julie would do, but the sight of her ruby-red lips swirling around the head of his cock, and the feel of her long delicate fingers stroking him, excited him more than Julie’s practiced tending ever had. His grip on her hair got tighter as she moved her lips back to his cock and he dug his ass into the leather seat, holding off a climax. It wouldn’t do to come in her mouth…for the first time.

The limousine pulled to a halt. Smoothly, thank God. “We’re here, Aaron.”

Ralph’s voice over the intercom read Aaron’s resolve, or lack thereof, pretty accurately. He was giving them a warning before coming to open the door. Good thing, too.

Aaron took a deep breath, then reached over to push the button and answer. “Give us a minute.”

“God, that was awesome,” Virginia said with a grin. “Your penis was so hot against my tongue. No one told me how it would feel, the skin so velvety and smooth.”

He pulled Virginia up by the elbow to sit back next to him, and carefully zipped up his pants, willing himself to calm down.

Chattily expounding on his cock had never figured into his daydreams about this woman, no matter how wild. But apparently tonight, she was really letting go.

“And so big, too. Long and thick.” She looked at his now-covered crotch and reached out one hand, which he quickly grasped in his hand to forestall any further action on that front for the time being.

“I felt it against my hip that other time, but—”

“We’re ready now, Ralph,” Aaron called into the intercom hastily.

Two seconds later, Ralph opened the door on Virginia’s side and thank God she dropped the subject of his nice big cock. Although he’d be happy to take it up later.

Looking at the tall familiar building, she asked incredulously, “My office?”

Aaron laughed at her surprise. “I want to show you something.”

Some workaholics were streaming out of the building into the cool fall night and Virginia nodded at one or two of them who she must have recognized from her company. The security guard at his monolithic marble post blocking the entrance to the executive elevators smiled at Virginia. “Miss Beckett,” he said and then turned to Aaron. “Mr. Winston, welcome to the building. I have your keys right here. The management office said they weren’t sure when you’d be picking them up.”

Aaron thanked the guard and ushered Virginia toward the alcove of executive elevators, not the one she had taken almost every day during the last few years, but the one marked “P” for Penthouse. He inserted the key the guard had given him into the penthouse elevator, opened it, and they stepped in. “I bought the residential penthouse apartment in this building,” he explained to Virginia as they soared up seventy-five stories. Actually, the information about Beckett Family Delicacies that Aaron had originally looked at weeks ago had mentioned that the penthouse apartment in their headquarters building was for sale. It was only after his first encounter with the lovely—and at that time apparently unapproachable—Miss Beckett that Aaron became interested in purchasing the real estate. It seemed like a bargain and he felt a little proximity to Virginia couldn’t hurt. His agents closed the deal almost immediately after he had made the decision to purchase and his decorators were to have furnished the apartment yesterday, but he hadn’t been over to see it yet. Now seemed like the perfect opportunity to do so.

The elevator opened up into a two-story “great room” the size of most comfortable suburban houses. Floor-to-ceiling glass windows let in the black night, the lights of the city spread out below like a control panel to some monstrous computer. Aaron flicked on a light switch and several track lights overhead came on. Not bad. A deep blue oriental rug covered most of the expanse of the parquet floor, with deep blue sofas and love seat arranged tastefully in the center and a pristine white bar with mirrored back drop in the corner.

Now where the hell was the bedroom? He would fuck her first, just to take the edge off, and then continue his lesson in fellatio.

Turning with a keen sense of anticipation to Virginia, he found to his dismay that the beautiful blonde was heading straight toward the bar with a sexy, but distinctly swaying, gait. Rye’s words came back to haunt him and he studied Virginia with a frown as she moved behind the bar and reached below it, bringing out what appeared to be a bottle of champagne. She looked around distractedly, pulling open drawers and cabinets, and he moved to join her, smoothly removing the bottle from her grasp, glancing at the label in the process, and then placing it on the white tiled counter. “What are you looking for?” he asked her.

“A corkscrew.” Her adorable forehead wrinkled in concentration as she continued her search.

“That’s champagne,” he pointed out dryly, catching both of her hands in his, pulling her to him, and thereby effectively preventing her further foraging. “You don’t need a corkscrew. You just pop it open.”

She laughed. “You just pop it open,” she repeated, smiling at Aaron, putting her arms around his neck and shaking her head, as if wondering how she could have been so silly.

Aaron was starting to get a little worried. “You’re not really that drunk, are you, Virginia?”

“Yes, I believe I am,” she admitted and as if to prove the point leaned up on her tippy-toes and planted a kiss firmly on his mouth. He felt the electric shock of it right away, groaning as she pressed her body more firmly into his. He ran his hands down the length of her, giving what he discovered was a very plush high ass the proper amount of attention it deserved. Fondling those sweet, plump cheeks, he pushed her back against the bar and opened her mouth hungrily with his tongue. He could feel against his chest the hard points of her sweet tits through the silk of her gown and he moved one hand up to caress her, slipping under the loose neckline to brush a bare nipple with his thumb. She gasped and as if in reflex pushed his hand away, breaking away from his kiss to cry, “Don’t.”