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  "Wait,” she protested and pressed a hand against him, trying to ignore the hardness of his chest. “What are you doing?"

  "What I should have done a long time ago."

  Her own words emerging from his mouth sent chills up her spine as she realized exactly what he meant. If his actions were any indication, then she could have been in this predicament a long time ago, if only she'd spoken up. But she believed in not mixing business relationships with pleasure.

  However, Jacob was no longer her boss and perhaps it was time she showed him exactly who it was he'd let go.

  "Then do it."

  Her bold words brought a flash of triumph to his eyes. He smiled and lowered his mouth to hers, his gaze never leaving hers. He reclaimed her mouth in a destructive kiss, branding her with the fierceness of his desire.

  Chirene moaned in helpless surrender as his tongue slid in and out of her mouth in so sexual a cadence, she felt her bones melting. He drew her into his arms, against the heat of his broad chest. Chirene matched his ardor, pressing close to him as she ran her hands up his back and over the bunching muscles of his shoulders.

  Jacob reached down and grasped the edge of her shirt, tugging it up. He broke off their kiss to pull her blouse over her head, and then tossed it to the floor. Stepping back, he admired the red lace bra she wore;. her heaving breasts ready to spill out from the confinement.

  "I always took you for a white cotton girl.” He traced a finger along the top edge of her bra. “I'm glad I was wrong. This suits you much better."

  Her breasts ached, heavy and full, and she wanted his hands on her. She watched his eyes widen in surprise as she reached behind her, unclasped the bra, and let it fall off her shoulders to the floor unheeded.

  "Oh fuck.” Jacob's swift intake of breath made every hormone in her body sizzle. She felt her muscles tighten as desire warmed her to the core, her body practically convulsing with sexual energy. Her anger at him fused onto the warmth gathering between her legs, increasing her need ten-fold.

  She wanted Jacob Kennedy, desired his touch like she'd never desired another man's before. She wanted his cock, hard and throbbing, filling her full of pleasure. She'd ignored her own needs for so long, Chirene was completely ready to take advantage of anything her ex-boss offered.

  He pushed her against the mirror, the glass cool against the bare skin of her back. His hands drifted up from her waist and encompassed her breasts, his thumbs circling her nipples until they peaked from his caress. Chirene moaned and arched into his touch, eager for him to continue. Jacob bent his head and caressed her neck with his lips, suckling and tasting her skin as his hands gently kneaded and stroked her tender breasts.

  She reached up and undid the buttons on his shirt, pulling it from his slacks and opening the fabric wide to allow her access to his chest. Chirene smoothed her palms over the corrugated leanness of his abdomen and up his hard chest, running her fingers through the soft patch of dark hair between his nipples. His nipples hardened into tight buds as she gently tugged them.

  "I want to taste you."

  Jacob's hungry admission sent tingles through Chirene's body, tightening her already pebbled tips. She arched back, offering her breasts to him. Jacob stared at them for a moment, his gaze hot and greedy as though ready to devour the flesh before him. He inclined his head as he lifted her breasts in his hands, and began the sweetest torment with his tongue upon her nipples.

  "Jacob, yes,” Chirene moaned, clinging to his wide shoulders as he sucked the tortured peaks, alternating between the two, rolling her nipples between his lips and whisking over them with his tongue.

  She gently pushed him back, tugged his shirt off him and unfastened the button on his pants, before pulling the zipper down. Reaching her hand under the elastic waistband of his boxer briefs, Chirene grasped his bulging shaft, enjoying the pulse of arousal throbbing under his soft skin as she stroked him from base to tip.

  A low growl issued from his throat before he pulled her hand from him and roughly turned her around so he could undo the buttons on her skirt. He pulled the skirt from her hips, his hands kneading her pliant flesh with each section that was bared as he lowered her skirt to the floor.

  She stepped out of it and kicked it to the side, before turning back around to face him. Jacob trailed his hands down her body as he slid to the floor, kneeling before her. His gaze traveled up her body slowly, taking her in. Chirene's body trembled, and she knew that if he touched her, she'd incinerate, and if he didn't, she'd die. No other man had ever made her skin burn just by looking at her as Jacob did now.

  He pulled her towards him. His hands tugged the thin strings of her red thong down over her thighs and off her, revealing a small patch of dark hair covering her heated womanhood. He reached up and cupped her buttocks before sinking his mouth into her wet folds.

  The sensual rhythm of his tongue robbed her of breath. Chirene clung to his shoulders as he lapped and suckled her sensitive flesh. Opening her thighs wider to allow him better access, she leaned back on the glass, cradling his head to her pulsating core.

  "Damn,” Jacob groaned, his breath warm against her, “you taste good, Chirene."

  He lifted one of her legs and draped it over his shoulder as he knelt back between the moist juncture of her thighs.

  Her body flamed, quivered with pleasure, as he drew her swollen nub into his mouth. She hung on the edge of ecstasy, his mouth tormenting her beyond anything she'd ever known. Chirene arched against the mirror, undulating her hips to match the rhythmic motion of his tongue and lips.

  She was ready to explode. If she hung on just a moment longer, she would shatter. His mouth would bring her the pleasure her body craved.

  But she wasn't ready for it to end that way. Chirene didn't want the climb for rapture to stop here. She wanted more than just his mouth.

  "Stop."

  Jacob raised his head at her demand and looked up at her, one eyebrow arched in question. His brown hair mussed from her fingers. His lips glistened with her moisture.

  "Get up."

  Jacob rose slowly to his feet, skimming his palms over her breasts as he stood up. Chirene bent, kneeled on the floor, and tugged his pants down to his ankles, then reached up, and, trailing her fingers along the inside of his thighs, pulled his briefs down as well. He stepped out of his clothes and kicked them to the side.

  "Mmm...” Chirene moaned and ran her hands up his legs, over thighs as hard and muscled as any professional athlete's. His cock strained forward, jutting out in iron-hard tumescence, eager for attention.

  Heat spread between her thighs, an aching pulse at her center that only his engorged member with its mushroom-shaped tip could truly satisfy. She wanted it and knew there was no sense in denying it.

  She wrapped her hand around the base of his full, throbbing erection and lowered her mouth to its tip, licking the head before taking him into her mouth. She slid down his shaft until she could take no more.

  "Oh, Christ,” Jacob said, cupping his balls with one hand as he rocked his hips, drawing his cock in and out of her mouth. Kneading, teasing, sucking ... Chirene worked her way down the length of him then back up in the same slow, reverent manner, tasting every inch of his rigid sex until he cried out and roughly pulled her up his body.

  "I want you Chirene.” Jacob muttered, his hands on her waist, guiding her towards the mirror. “I want to taste that sweet pussy with my cock."

  He covered her breasts with his hands, tweaking and tugging her nipples while he nudged her legs apart with his knee. Tingles of desire scorched her body as they raced from her swollen breasts to her hot, wet sheath.

  "Yes Jacob,” she said shuddering, her words forced out with short, harsh gasps of breath. “Fuck me."

  Their mouths joined in a ferocious mating of lips. His tongue spearing deep, tangling with hers as his hands gripped under her thighs and hoisted her up off her feet. Chirene wrapped her legs around him and clung to his shoulders. She gasped as she felt the head of h
is cock nudge her heated opening and cried out as he drove up into her, burying himself to the hilt.

  Jacob groaned as she clenched her inner walls around his hard cock, accepting his fullness. “Oh baby, damn you're tight."

  "Stretch me Jacob,” she whispered into his ear. “Fill me with your cock."

  He pulled out and, in answer to her desires, plunged deeply back inside her, his hands grasping her ass, pulling her closer to him. Chirene arched to meet each powerful thrust, digging her fingers into his shoulders as he delved deeper into her with each rhythmic push.

  The mirror seemed to cradle her body, holding her steady while he pounded into her in a fierce paroxysm. He kissed her throat, ran his tongue along her jaw line and back into her mouth as his thrusts accelerated, driving her passion higher.

  "Yes, oh yes, yes, yes,” she cried. The sensation of his fullness rubbing inside her was like a hot wire to her nerves. He filled her completely, perfectly sheathed within her canal. She met his fluid movements willingly, moving against him, hot, wet, abandoned as their passion consumed her.

  He bent his head and she screamed his name when his teeth grazed her tender nipple, drawing its tip into his mouth. Twisting in his arms, she writhed with need, pressing her hips frantically against his.

  Her body brimmed with desire, climbing higher and higher toward perfect release. He was taking her to heaven, driving her body to a place she'd never been to before, a place she'd only dreamed of achieving when the few other men she'd been with had failed. Bent on reaching her goal, she demanded, “Faster, Jacob, faster."

  He pounded into her and she shuddered uncontrollably. Seized by a rush of sensation so intense, she cried out with unabashed abandon as wave after wave of rapture convulsed through her in a wild eruption of pleasure that had her clinging to Jacob. Her body grinding into his, she rode each glorious wave of splendor, gaining her release as Jacob thrust deep, convulsing in spasms as he flooded himself into her, his molten juices mingling with hers.

  He leaned into her with a harsh groan of masculine satisfaction. Still cradled in his arms, her legs wrapped around him, a silent moment passed in the aftermath of pleasure before Jacob looked up at her, lowered his head, and gently kissed her before withdrawing from her body and setting her down.

  Her legs wobbly, she gathered her clothes. Silence stretched thick within the small compartment, the only noise being the rustling of clothes as they dressed.

  Chirene didn't look at Jacob as she reached over and pressed the green start button on the control panel. The elevator lurched slightly before resuming its descent.

  Jacob cleared his throat, disrupting the silence. Chirene looked at him and smiled at the sly grin stretching his lips.

  "Had I known it could be like this, I'd have made a move on you a long time ago."

  "Is that supposed to be a compliment?” Chirene joked.

  "Well—"

  "Jacob,” she interrupted, “you were my boss. That would've been unethical.” She bent and picked up her box of personal effects. “Now, things are different."

  "About that.” Jacob ran a hand through his hair, a sheepish look crossing his face. “Chirene, I'd like you to stay on."

  "Of course you would,” Chirene said sarcastically, then cooled her tone when the man actually looked dejected. “This doesn't change anything, Jacob. You let me go, but it's me that's leaving."

  Jacob nodded. “I understand.” He stepped forward and took the box out of her arms. “Let me carry this, please."

  She smiled and stepped back. “Thanks."

  The elevator slid to a stop and the metal doors opened, letting in the cool night air and stale smell of the parking garage. Their steps echoed loudly as they crossed the empty lot to her blue Taurus. Jacob's black Excursion waited just a short distance down the row from her car.

  Chirene opened the trunk and Jacob placed the box inside. Closing the trunk, she turned to get into her car when Jacob reached out and gripped her arm, stopping her.

  He turned her towards him and stepped closer, his other hand trailing lightly up her arm. “Chirene, I would never use you. If you decided to take my offer and keep your job, I would never use this against you."

  "I know.” She raised a hand to his cheek and, leaning in, pressed a light kiss on his lips. “You've opened up a new door for me to walk through, Jacob. And I want to keep walking.” Chirene turned and opened the door of her car.

  "Can I see you again?"

  She hesitated, smiled, and turned to look at him one more time, his eager expression melting her resolve. “We'll see."

  Sliding into the driver's seat, Chirene shut her door and, putting the key in the ignition, started the car. She watched Jacob walk around the back of her car in her rearview mirror as he walked to his SUV, his firm buttocks outlined perfectly in his slacks, and moaned. Her thighs were still damp from the exquisite sex they had just a few moments ago. Already she was warming up, her body craving another go-around.

  Chirene laughed and reversed the car, backing out of her parking spot and headed out of the garage. She rolled down her window and breathed the fresh air in deeply, filled with a heady sense of anticipation and freedom. She'd left her secretarial position of her own accord. Sure, she'd been fired, but Jacob had offered her the job back, and he would have given it to her had she accepted. But she was done with being a basic secretary. Whatever life held for her now, she'd be sure it wouldn't involve making someone else's coffee.

  Advanced Micro Inc. would never hear her footsteps through its doors again. She'd gotten her stuff and she was ready to move on—

  Chirene slammed on the breaks, thankful no one was behind her as her car came to a screeching halt.

  There was only one box in her trunk. She'd left one box behind.

  A slow smile stretched her lips from ear to ear as she eased her foot back down on the accelerator and began heading home again.

  Maybe she'd step in that building one more time. After all, she had to get her stuff.

  And if she just happened to catch her ex-boss in the elevator, perhaps she'd stick around a little while longer.

  THE END

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  The Aft Shaft

  Mallory Hall

  Marietta caught her fifty-something year-old breath as the young man entered the elevator, slipped off his white cowboy hat and nodded politely. Oh heavens. He was model-gorgeous and ranch-work hard. Too bad he was twenty-one, twenty-two at the most. Years too young for her.

  Jessica would say he was decades too young but what did a happily married, stay-at-home, empty-nester know? She couldn't see past the glimmer of the last diamond bracelet her hubby bought her.

  Marietta sighed. Unfair. I love Jessica. Too bad she's right, more often than not.

  "Ma'am?"

  Oh, crap, ma'amed already. “Hmm?” she said refraining from batting her eyelashes. Even she knew she was too old for that.

  "Do you know what deck your suite is on?"

  Jeez, he thinks I'm old enough to pay for a suite. Shit. I am old enough to pay for a suite. “Actually, no. I got separated from my friends while we were boarding."

  The dreamy looking cowboy, dressed in tight fitting black jeans and a white silk cowboy shirt, smiled. Marietta thought the lights flared but it was just the shine on his perfect, brilliant white teeth. Oh, for a taste of that.

  "I know what you mean, ma'am."

  Christ, ma'amed twice in less than a minute.

  "Some people think they're going to miss the ship if they don't get ahead of somebody."

  He spoke with a smooth, deep baritone. It caressed Marietta's bare arms, leaving little bumps of pleasure in its wake.

  "That's it exactly,” she said. “I was almost run down by a little old lady on a power chair. I think she was practicing for the Daytona 50."

  "You mean the Daytona 500, right?"

  "No, the Daytona 50. She'd never make the 500."

  * * * *

  Cord laughed
out loud. “You never know.” He'd been eager to get away from his sister's wedding party. They were all so young and silly, giggling and hiccupping from imbibing their first champagne. Mary Ellen, the bride, was as nervous as a culled heifer. He wondered what came over women when they put on a white gown.

  Now, here he was with a beautiful woman in an elevator. He'd always had good luck. The doors shut. He gave the lovely, mature woman a questioning look.

  "Well, since I don't know my suite number—” The redhead grimaced slightly, intriguing Cord even more. “—I guess they'll find me in the Crow's Nest Lounge. Deck twelve.” She batted her eyes playfully.

  Grinning, he pressed twelve. She looked about forty years old, trim, nice arms, good butt. Great breasts. He felt a response in his groin area. She was toned and shaped. Either she worked, or she worked out.

  "You work or work out?” he asked.

  She seemed startled at his voice, but smiled and nodded. “Both, actually."

  "What do you do?"

  "I have a garden shop called Earthly Delights.” She didn't stare at the deck numbers as they flashed by, or at the floor. She looked at him. Gave him a tickle in his stomach.

  He crooked up one side of his mouth. Ladies had told him many times how sexy it was, and he wasn't embarrassed to use it to his advantage. “Great name."

  "Thanks. I like it, too."

  Red looked like she might enjoy a bit of flirting. He knew he would. “I'll bet it was your idea.” She looked like an earthly delight.

  "What makes you say that?"

  Cord considered telling her his thought, and that he was deeply into earthly delights, but considered it a bit crass. And juvenile. This woman was a lady, from the tips of her hard nipples to her bright red toenails.

  "Call it a hunch."

  She studied him then leaned back against the mirrored wall, dropped her handbag and her tote. Hooking her hands over the bar across the back of the elevator pulled her shoulders back and her breasts out. Cord saw the soft mounds of flesh riding above the cups of her bra. The elevator bounced once—her breasts bounced three or four times.