“She was the closest relationship I’d ever had, and the closest I’d ever come to asking someone to be mine,” he said. “I refuse to give her the official ‘girlfriend’ title since she was fucking almost all of my former friends behind my back.”
“That’s more than understandable...Thank you very much for telling me that.” I realized he wasn’t going to let me get around him and leave. “Well, I’ll find a way to get around the atonement thing. I’ll try to find a way to prove that he has been playing the victim this whole time, and maybe I can work with that and restore the supplier’s relationship with your company that way.”
He said nothing. He just looked at me, turning me on with each second that passed.
“Well, if that’s all you wanted to talk about, Mr. Dalton...” I managed to step backwards a few times, to make it all the way inside my office. I secured my hand firmly on the doorknob so I could shut the door in his face. “I think we can talk more tomorrow.”
“We can definitely talk tomorrow,” he said, moving my arm. “And we can definitely fuck tonight.” His lips covered mine in seconds and he pushed me back against the wall. His hands immediately went under my dress and he yanked off my panties—letting out a low laugh as he caught sight of the black lace falling to the floor.
“I take it you didn’t wear those for me today?” He bit my bottom lip. “That none of the lingerie you’ve been wearing to work recently was in hopes that I would notice?”
“Did you notice?”
“Every time.” He pinned me to the wall with his hips and continued his expert domination of my mouth. He was kissing me so wildly that the folders on the cabinet next to me fell to the floor—leaving scattered sheets all over the carpet.
“Unbuckle my pants...” He commanded softly, but I didn’t listen. Instead I wrapped my arms around his neck and returned his forceful kisses, fighting him for full control.
He slid his hands under my dress and squeezed my ass until I softened my kiss and gave into him completely, returning the control to him.
As his tongue danced against mine, he lifted me up by my cheeks and carried me over to the desk, plopping my bare ass against the cool metal. Pulling away from my mouth, he pushed all my files and papers to the floor before laying me flat atop the surface.
Keeping his eyes on mine, he unbuckled his pants himself, quickly freeing his huge, hardened cock. He stepped forward, grabbing my hand and silently commanded me to stroke him.
He groaned as my hand moved up and down his length, as I leaned forward a bit and slowly took him into my mouth. I moved my mouth against his cock even faster and he fisted his hands in my hair and began to breathe harder.
“Fuck, Penelope...” His voice was harsh. “Fuck...”
I could feel his cock getting even harder between my lips, feel him on the verge of exploding right onto my tongue, but he gently pushed my head away before he could finish.
Looking beyond impressed, he kissed my lips and moved to the other side of me.
My breath caught in my throat as he suddenly pulled me forward by my ankles so my legs were dangling off the edge. I didn’t get a chance to ask what the hell he was doing before he knelt between my thighs and sucked my clit into his mouth, making me cry out his name in mere seconds.
With the soft strokes of his tongue, he teased me and brought me to the edge of an orgasm, but he never let me have it. Each time I was on the verge of coming, he simply stopped and blew against my clit—cruelly leaving me stranded between pleasure and an unbearable need to release.
Still teasing, he slipped two thick fingers deep inside of me and my hips began to jerk. I grabbed the edges of my desk for support.
“Please don’t stop, Ryan...” I begged. “Please...”
“I don’t plan to,” he said, his voice low.
He continued to torture me with his tongue until I could barely handle anymore, until I screamed his name and my pussy throbbed against his mouth.
Anxious to return the favor, I attempted to sit up, but he pressed his palms against my thighs—preventing me from moving.
“Don’t get up.” He warned, briefly letting me go so he could put on a condom. When he was done, he took a seat behind my desk and pulled me up, positioning me over his cock and lowering me onto him inch by inch.
“Ahhh...” I cried out as he roughly bit my bottom lip, as he attempted to distract me from taking the full length of him this way. “Ryan...”
“Penelope...” He grabbed my hips once he was completely inside of me, keeping his mouth attached to mine as he rocked my body against his.
“Come on my cock...” He briefly tore away from my mouth and kissed my neck.
He planted wet kisses up and down my skin while still rocking me, and I felt tremors building inside of me.
“Oh, god...Oh...” I shut my eyes and bit his shoulder as my body convulsed for the second time in a row. I felt him go stiff seconds after me, heard him asking me something I didn’t quite understand.
We remained entwined and panting for what felt like forever. I didn’t want to move again, but he eventually lifted me off him. He set me on the desk and threw away the condom. Then he stood up to readjust his pants and headed to the door.
“You’re leaving?” I asked softly. “Now?”
“Not at all.” He locked the door. “We have thirty days of lost fucking to make up for...”
THE CLIENT
RYAN
Subject: WOW.
I never thought I’d say this, but you did a damn good job announcing our global initiative today. I actually enjoyed watching your live interview, and I’m happy you learned how not to drop an F-Bomb on live morning television. (Thank God for Penelope Lauren & Associates. Can you please give them a raise or something?)
This email never happened and I still think you have another scandal up your sleeve somewhere...
Nathaniel
Chief Organizing Officer & Board Member
Dalton International
Subject: Re: WOW.
Thank you for the rare compliment, Nathaniel. I truly appreciate it and I will be sure to give Penelope Lauren & Associates a bonus at the end of their term with us.
You’re completely right about me having another scandal up my sleeve: Apparently, I’ve managed to get three women pregnant at the same time. You’ll be reading about it in the press tomorrow morning.
Ryan
Subject: Re: Re: WOW.
You better be fucking with me, Ryan. Pick up your phone. NOW.
Nathaniel
Chief Organizing Officer & Board Member
Dalton International
Subject: Utter perfection from Penelope.
Ryan,
I’m currently heading to Mexico for a few days, but I just saw you on your fifth television interview this month. Good job.
I also wanted to let you know that I’m not sure what Penelope did, but AJ Aguirre has agreed to supply our linens for the next ten years. He called me personally and said he “holds nothing against us anymore.” (Do you know how she did this?)
Who would’ve known that a small firm would’ve been exactly what you needed to turn your image around? It makes me wonder what all those larger firms in the past were doing wrong and if we should ask for refunds...
Anyway, good luck on the remainder of your press tour.
I’m honestly going to be a bit reluctant to let Penelope go at the end of her contract.
—Leo.
Subject: Re: Utter perfection from Penelope.
In regards to your last line, I need to talk to you about that.
Let me know when you get back in town.
—Ryan
THE PUBLICIST
PENELOPE
I took the elevator up to Ryan’s floor the following Thursday, my legs feeling weaker than ever. It’d taken me days to recover from the way he fucked me, and I was grateful that no one from my team had stopped by the office that night.
I wasn’t sure how I was supposed to look at him and even attempt to act professional after that. Not only that, but now he had the ultimate trump card and could have me fired per the fraternization clause if I did anything he didn’t like over the next few weeks. So, to prevent it from happening again, I’d used up three of my personal off days at the beginning of this week so I could formulate a plan.