He clearly wasn't on board with the idea of fucking her but he knew--as well as I--what we came here to ask for. We just didn't plan on this being the counteroffer.
"Well?" Catherine stood there expectantly and growing increasingly impatient by the minute. She ran a $6.2 Trillion dollar empire for 16-years and made untold billions in the process. When has this woman ever heard no in her life?
My boss Nicholas squirmed in his seat and looked to me for affirmation. An action so objectively hilarious I almost fought to stifle a laugh. He's Adonis -- fit, lean, blonde and blue-eyed, square-jawed, yet funny, extraordinarily kind, honest, and deeply caring. His wife is the same or maybe an even nicer person, if that's even possible, which makes Catherine's request all the more painful for him to consider.
I on the other hand stick out like a sore thumb in this arrangement. Too young, too dumb, pretty but not commanding or gorgeous the way Catherine is. Even as she sits there with her demanding gaze boring into Nicholas, her eyes are Caribbean blue and her dark hair shows only a dusting of gray hair. She has an enviable complexion that looks filtered but it's only by sitting close enough for our knees to touch that I can tell it's just her natural olive skin tone. Her beauty is as arousing as it is painful -- but I can't tell if it's an ache from wanting to conquer her, or to be conquered by her.
Nicholas cleared his throat and his face was beet-red as he croaked, "Catherine-- I-- we're friends, I mean, -- maybe -- I just need a minute to think."
And like a bullet he propelled himself out of his armchair in the quiet meeting room of Catherine's sprawling office. The door closed behind me and Catherine's gaze settled onto me, then onto my curves. Ah ha.
"He will come around, I think. He is seriously considering your offer and he's just intrigued by you."
"You know him well as his.. COO?" An innocent enough question posed with the same finesse as a hand grenade in a crowded room.
"Interim COO. But he has shared enough with me about your friendship that he can't be totally shocked by your request. Even second-hand, I could tell it was a long time coming." I grinned pleasantly but my barb went right over her head.
"Has he ever made a pass at you? Or anyone?"
"No, he is a literal golden retriever." I could see Catherine's interest fading. It's now or never. "It's so fucking frustrating."
There she is.
The smallest of reveals. Enough to pique her interest, but not nearly enough to get her to trust me enough to trade confidences.
Because that's our thing. Nicholas oozes charm and enthusiasm as he works his way through every person in whatever conference, cocktail party, or charity gala we find ourselves attending, but I'm the shadow. It's me who hones in like a shark on the people who hold the true power -- information. Then I extract and report back.
I make it look like I'm worried I said too much, but only for just a fraction of a second. Then I return to my subservient demeanor. "Forgive me, that was out of turn."
She waves what I said away with a hand. "You two work closely together, it's only natural." Judging by the look in her eyes, she doesn't believe what she is saying.
"We do only when it comes to mergers and acquisitions. Usually, we're on opposite sides of the building. You know him better than I do." It's a lie of course, but stroking her pride is working. "You'll know better than I will if he will agree to your offer."
The tone of my statement is questioning, as if I'm begging her to tell me.
"Given how long he's out there pacing, it's only a matter of time before he agrees. Otherwise, he would have declined by now. At the end of the day, he's just a normal man."
"Well, where does that leave me? I can leave now and follow up with your office in the morning to work out the deal points."
"My offer was for him to fuck me on this desk."
"If it's only a matter of time before he does, then I can either leave now OR make it fun to wait for him, right?"
Catherine considered my question with such an inscrutable face that I legitimately wondered whether she would slap me or kiss me.
"Fine. Kneel." Her voice was low with desire. I wordlessly dropped to my knees in front of her. "Strip." I fought like hell to keep my face neutral. One smug look would send this all sideways.
I kept my eyes locked on hers while she watched my fingers unbutton the top buttons of my dress shirt. At the third, the top of my lace bodysuit is just visible. After the fourth and the fifth, I shrug out of my shirt and toss it back onto the chair where I sat. Once I unzip my skirt, it's all too easy to pull it over my head.
When I dressed this morning, I had no idea that this black and sheer lace bodysuit would get so much attention. I was hoping for Nicholas' attention - always hoping for that. But I could have never guessed one of the world's wealthiest and most powerful CEOs would be staring at my barely contained breasts before the night was done.
I sat back on my heels and let my hair out of its claw clip. Catherine leaned forward to gently stroke my jaw. As her thumb passed over my lips, I took it into my mouth and gently sucked. Her intense gaze still fixed on my mouth.
My hands crawled up her thighs wordlessly asking for permission and sucking her finger with a promise for more. A deep wave of need hummed in my pussy.
We awkwardly shuffled her out of her slacks and panties, though I only pulled them down below her knees before I pulled her crotch to me.
She was warm and slick and no doubt so was I.
I managed two small kisses inside her thighs before my tongue found her clit. Her moan was delightfully soft, like a surprised purr. I pulled her hips closer to me and swirled my tongue, licking her folds and tasting her slick wetness.
Nicholas burst into the office, startling both of us. Before his face could register surprise, I saw the weight of his decision crease in his forehead. He was going to turn her down. He and I have worked together everyday for nearly 7 years and there's not a single micro-expression that I can't read.
Wordlessly I glanced at the chair I had previously occupied and begged him with my eyes. I can feel the inner turmoil from here, but there's a major buyout on the table. It will be much easier to inspect our moral integrity in the morning when we're a few billion richer.
Nicholas dropped into the armchair and I returned to Catherine's pussy and if she was wet before, now she's soaked. Her gaze wouldn't move off Nicholas now that he's in the room.
"We started without you," she purred at him. "Are you ready to join?"
I focused on her clit with short, quick strokes and slid two curling fingers inside her. Nicholas is on a knife edge, and if she pushes him the wrong way he will close up. She can't read the tension in his shoulders or his clenched fists as he grabbed his chair.
I focused solely on pushing her closer and closer to orgasm. My jaw was starting to get sore from effort, but I pushed the pain away to think.
Nicholas and I need to leave this room with something signed.
