MR. Thompson (3)

Chapter 3

I felt his lips on my shoulder, and something told me he was pouring his heart out to me. I stepped back and leaned my body into his. I felt his heart beating through his chest, and it captivated me. I was affecting him so much more than I had ever dreamed.

“Robert,” I whispered turning toward him.

He didn’t give me time to say anything more. He leaned down and pressed his lips to mine, kissing me like I was his first glass of water in months of being without any drink at all.

His arms wrapped around me and his tongue pushed into my mouth. I stayed on the receiving end of his advances, enjoying the way he awakened my body. Picking me up, he sat me on the edge of his desk, pulling my legs around his waist. I felt his cock as it pressed into my naked pussy. He moved his hips just enough to keep me wanting him. It wasn’t easy controlling my desire. I had never been this close to him, and here I was tasting his tongue on mine and pushing into his cock with only a thin material between us.

I wanted him. I wanted to tell him. I wanted to unzip him and push him into me. I wanted him to wad me up into his large leather chair and fuck me until my body shook with excitement. I almost gave in, but a better idea swelled up in my mind.

“Robert,” I mumbled, pulling away from his kiss.

His hands caressed me in the perfect places making it difficult to stay away from him.

“I have a surprise for you.”

That did it.

“You do?”

The look on his face was priceless, like a child standing in front of a big present wrapped in paper with a bow on the top.

I nodded as he kissed my cheek.

“What is it?” he asked, kissing my chin.

“I can’t tell you.”

He kissed my neck, and it made me melt.

“You’re teasing me, Olivia. I don’t like being teased.”

He bit into the soft part of my neck, and a jolt of pleasure slammed into my pussy. I took in a shuddered breath and cleared my throat.

“It will be worth it,” I said, pushing him back.

I slid off his desk and readjusted myself.

“When will I know?”

“You should go to the end of the year company party this weekend. I believe it’s going to be at the Crown Royale Hotel, right?”

“It is,” he said with a coy smile. “I’m actually taking a room in the penthouse that night.”

“With your wife?”

“No. She won’t be with me.”

The way he said it presumed a lot.

“Your decision or hers?”

“She has prior engagements out of town. Unfortunately,” he said, pulling me to him. “I will be all alone this weekend.”

“In your own penthouse.”

“Yes.” He was so coy.

“Good to know. I’d love to have access, perhaps freshen up before the party?”

“Call it a perk to being my executive assistant.”

“I think I’m going to like working here.”

I kissed his cheek and walked out of his office, leaving him with an insatiable craving and a want for much more.

The rest of the week was difficult to get through. My body was on fire at the thought of what could happen, what would happen during the party. I played it over and over in my head several times and every time I ended up with my hand in my panties.

I dressed in a long black sequined dress that fit my body like a glove. The negligee I had purchased for the evening matched perfectly making me feel like a harlot. I giggled at the thought of a virgin harlot as I checked myself out in my mirror.

“Damn, I look hot,” I said, turning around.

I applied some lipstick turning my lips a crimson red and spritzed Robert’s favorite perfume on the nape of my neck before grabbing my purse and leaving out the door.

When I arrived at the hotel, a valet helped me out of my car and walked me to the front door. The inside was stunning with its rich colors and beautiful lighting, and when I walked into the lounge, I felt like a sexy Cinderella walking into the ball. The lights twinkled, the music filled the room, and my prince was standing at the foot of a staircase that led up to the second floor of the lounge.

I had to admit it was fun teasing and flirting with Robert during the party. The few times we found ourselves together at the bar or on the dance floor we’d rub up against each other and innocently touch each other. I knew he had to be cautious and I honestly was not ready to let him have what he wanted. It was fun playing the cat and mouse game until he was tired of playing and followed me to the ladies room.

Once I was inside, he barged in and locked the door behind him after checking for others in the stalls.

“Olivia,” he said, pushing me against the wall.

“Robert,” I whispered. “What are you doing in here?”

“I can’t take this hide and go seek game you are playing any longer. You said you had something for me.”

I gasped when his hand pressed through my dress against my pussy.

“I want to know what it is.”

“I feel the same way. I just thought we should mingle and make our presence known at the party before we both disappear behind closed doors.”

“I’m done mingling,” he growled.

“Meet me in your suite in twenty minutes. I have the key you left me at the front desk. I will disappear first and prepare for your surprise.”

He glared down on me, his body responding to my promise. As soon as he left, I began to breathe again, adjusting my dress and going to the bar for another much-needed drink. I kept my eye on him, and as soon as he turned away, I slipped out and disappeared up to his room.

“Hello,” I said as I reached his penthouse. Camille was leaning against the wall, an air of irritation about her. “I’m sorry it took me so long to break away. I had a little run-in with our subject.”

“As long as you’re here now,” she said, her fingers cascading down my shoulders.

I held up his key, and she smiled a cunning smile. I unlocked the door, allowing her first entrance and I followed her in, closing the door behind me.

“Whoa.” She dropped her bag where she stood and walked into the main room in awe. “I knew this place was the best room in the joint, but I didn’t expect all this.”

I joined her in marveling at the art paintings on the walls and the rich drapery that covered the floor to ceiling windows overlooking the ocean. It was truly breathtaking.

I felt her body behind me and any breath I had left, she took just by a simple touch. I had messed around with girlfriends in college, but it was nothing like what that night brought about. Her hands slid up my arms, and she turned me around so seductively that by the time her lips enclosed over mine I was completely mesmerized by her.