Chapter 8
Lucy gulped as she looked up the narrow ladder to the roof of the building. They were standing on a small balcony outside of the conference room. She turned to her companion, "You can't be serious. Look at what I'm wearing! Look at you!"
Jackson shrugged and leaned into her, "What, afraid of getting a little dirty, little one?"
She started to blush, then quickly recovered as she remembered that she was supposed to be irritated with him for knowingly giving her a huge hickey. She retorted, "Can't you be serious for once, you big lug?"
Almost the second it came out of her mouth, Lucy stilled. Had she gone too far? She'd better apologize. "Look, I'm sorry. I-I don't know what came over me. I'm just trying to do my job here. Please."
Jackson watched her with narrowed eyes as she felt the heat of embarrassment start to rise up in her face.
He paused for a moment to remove his suit jacket. Lucy snuck a glance at his broad shoulders and arms, now with one less layer separating her from his naked skin. He looked impossibly strong.
Lucy let out a (hopefully) very soft groan. She pressed her lips together firmly to avoid any more mortifying noises or statements.
When she looked back at his face, Jackson gave a stern look but his eyes retained some playfulness. He began formally, "Ms. Prince. I have nothing but the utmost confidence in your ability to conduct your business with professionalism and skill. Hence why I personally requested your services for this audit."
Wait... did he say he asked for me specifically? How... How could he know who I am or what I do? I only gave him my first name at the club...
He paused again before continuing gruffly, "But if you don't get that mouth-watering ass up this ladder right now, so help me Luna, I will drag you up there myself."
Lucy's breath caught in her throat. She had no idea who the hell Luna was, but right now she didn't care.
"And anyone who happens to be watching from down below will know that you tried to disobey me." He added menacingly.
"Yes, Sir." The words were out of her mouth before she even realized what she was saying. She felt compelled by his obvious dominance. Trying to fight it was like a moth fighting the flame.
"Good girl."
She felt a jolt in every one of her erogenous zones at the sound of those words. Even the spot on her neck from the hickey felt warm.
She suddenly wasn't so sure about climbing up the ladder in front of him.
There's no way he won't notice how fucking horny I am! I'm practically dripping down my leg!
Lucy knew there was pretty much nothing she could do at this point to hide her arousal.
With a resigned sigh, Lucy realized waiting would only prolong the inevitable so she grabbed the sides of the ladder. Then it dawned on her,
How the fuck do you climb a ladder in heels and a pencil skirt?
Jackson seemed to realize her predicament at the same time she did. Just as she began a slow attempt to lift her leg to reach the first rung, Lucy felt herself being lifted off the ground and thrown over his massive shoulder.
I guess he wasn't joking about that.
During the ascent up the ladder, Lucy was finally able to take a good look at Jackson's luscious ass. The shapely globes pressed into the fabric of his pants with every step. She felt an almost overwhelming urge to bite it.
Being this close to Jackson and away from all the extra stimulation of the nightclub, Lucy was able to take a deep breath of Jackson's scent. Cedar, sandalwood, and an unknown earthiness.
Why does that mixture seem so familiar?
She was very much aware of what a compromising position she was in. If anyone working around the outside of the building happened to look up, they would have seen the boss carrying a petulant child to their punishment, not a hard-working respectable auditor. But why did the idea of "punishment" suddenly not sound so bad to her? Her pussy clenched at the thought.
Lucy was mortified to realize just how much this whole experience was turning her on. Hell, she was practically soaking wet just from staring at the man from across a conference room table. But this... manhandling... was more than she ever could have dreamed. It was only a matter of time before he smelled her, or worse, felt her wetness drip down her leg.
Just as she was plotting excuses to leave and never show her face again, Jackson gently set Lucy down on solid ground. They had made it to the roof. She gasped as she looked around. She could see for miles. Lush greenery on all sides, as far as the eye could see. The building they were standing on was filled with people and quite literally, many moving parts. But one look out into the forest that stretched all the way to the horizon transported Lucy back to her happiest moments alone in the woods. She was on top of the world. It felt like... home.
"It's so beautiful." She whispered.
Jackson stepped in close behind her and wrapped his arms around Lucy's waist. He gently rubbed his nose against the spot he'd left on her neck just a few days prior. Lucy sucked in a quick breath.
"Yes..." he said in his sensuous deep bass tone, "It's a perfect view of every single smoke stack coming out of our facility."
