Between the Sheets: Reader's Private Collection

Business and Pleasure

His presence was so alluring that I couldn't help but step back as he slowly walked toward me. The way those eyes looked at me. There was no doubt about it: lust. I didn't know how we got there. He was a speaker for one of the sessions earlier in the day, and I came into the coat closet to help him find his things after he asked for help. 

We had been chatting for a bit while we waited for his car to arrive. Just business things. How he liked the conference, how he found the topics of the day interesting, how the entertainment at tonight's dinner was unique. He thanked me for my hard work as part of the team that put this event together. It was strictly business friendly, yet here we were. My back straightened as I felt the cold wall behind me. I had nowhere to go. I could only look up into his deep brown eyes as he towered over me.

"S-Sir, what are you doing?" I muttered.

He whispered, "I've been watching you all week. You're a hard worker. And you're very beautiful."

I was speechless.

But he kept going, "I... don't see a ring on your finger... and it's been a very long day."

I didn't know what to do. This was quite the situation. I never thought anything like this would happen to me. He was an older gentleman, perhaps in his early forties, but he stood tall with great charisma. A silver fox if I ever saw one. He was the CEO of his company, a respected voice in the industry—and he was hitting on me? No, this was more than that. He was hunting me down, stalking me like a lion pursuing its prey, while I, the unwitting gazelle, waited behind tall grass for something I never expected.

He was now mere inches away from me. His suit jacket hung open, and I could only imagine the muscular form beneath: taut and yearning to break free.

I knew I should scream for help, but the venue was nearly empty. As the last event staff member on duty, there were only a few guests left finishing their business deals, plus some bartenders and waiters waiting to clean up after everyone left. Yet I remained silent. Instead, I searched his eyes for any hint of uncertainty. Finding none, I tried to look away from his face—only to find my gaze wandering across the rest of his body.

I couldn't help it. I was dripping with excitement.

He moved even closer, and I instinctively grabbed his arms to slow his approach. But my grip must have been gentler than intended, as he took the gesture as encouragement to slide his hands onto my hips.

I turned my head slightly aside as he leaned in closer to mine.

"W-We shouldn't be doing this..." I managed out.

His low chuckle reverberated through my body as his lips softly grazed my ear.

"I'm a reasonable man. If you tell me to stop, I'll stop."

His breath tickled my ear as he spoke, and I shivered under him.

Why couldn't I say anything? Why didn't I... want to say anything?

He hummed against me, "Do you want me to stop?"

The answer came out of me before I could even comprehend it myself. "No... don't stop."

In an instant, he closed the gap between us, ravishing me with a battle of our tongues. He tasted... hmm, divine. His hands roamed my body, and I could only melt under his touch. My grip on his arms loosened, and I moved towards his chest, feeling around this new space.

A soft, surprising sound escaped my lips as his mouth found a sensitive spot in my neck. I instinctively tried to cover my mouth, but he caught my hand and pinned it above my head.