Game On

It is with utmost frustration that I awake to an empty bed. There is not brunette and not even shocking enough a blonde. With what was the sad realization, I ended up returning home last night completely empty-handed.

Now I was I can say that I was simply not in the mood, but that would be a simple lie, for I was beyond frustrated. One very cunning brunette set my body aflame, and once she left me cold, she doomed me for the rest of the night.

So, just to even the score, I shall make a phone call today.

Mekayla Winters is not going to play the player. I shall get my revenge, well should I say, my full intention is to leave her craving just as bad as she made me.

And it is with this in mind that I skip all the novelties of my morning routine and find myself, even without my driver, into the office. As I take that elevator up to the top floor, the anticipation of the excitement lies deep within my skin. The last time I was so purposely on a mission to play with a woman was, well, in fact, I do it every night.

So pushing everything aside, as I step outside that elevator, that familiar scent of lily and vanilla attacks my senses. With a very confident smile, I walk past, trying not to show that the first victory has been won. Now onto number two.

Taking my time to have my morning coffee, I count the minutes off as I purposely waste each precious moment of her time. Then when I am finally satisfied that I have worked her up to a level of frustration, I call for my Assistant to send her through.

Sitting ever so casual behind my desk, I wait for her to enter. And god, when she does, she does it so elegantly that it knocks me off my feet. But she is not winning round two; I shall compose myself.

And with that, I show for her to take a seat, “Please, Ms. Winters. It is nice to see you again.”

“Well, Mr. Caruso. I did not think you would be back for seconds so soon.”

I only but huff at her, “Oh, please. I am not a man that even considers seconds. Now I call you here today,” And with that, I produce her purse. “I thought that you might want this back.”

Much to my shock, she only bursts out in a fit of laughter, “And you had to make an appointment to return this to me?”

“My time is very valuable, Ms. Winters.”

“And so is mine, Mr. Caruso.” She stops for a brief moment, and I can see that irritation build, “You have just wasted an hour of mine for something that you could have left with your assistant.”

Well, onto step number two.

I slowly start to remove my jacket, under the pure intention that I am starting to feel rather flustered. Then with absolute slow agony, I start pulling the ends of my ties loose. I can see her eyes growing wider with every single move that I make. And…

One by one, I start to pop open the four fists buttons of my shirt, making sure that I leave enough room for her to stare, and god, I can tell you that the woman is staring.

Round number two is under my belt.

I watch as she starts to swallow uncomfortably loud. I am sure she can remember running those elegant fingers over my sculpted chest last night.

With complete satisfaction, I call for my Assistant to bring her a glass of water as now she is claiming that it has just risen a temperature or two inside here.

Yes, Ms. Winters, it is your blood that is rising.

But wait…

I lean over to hand her the purse that I made her intentionally come to collect. As I place it into her hands, I make sure to run my thumb across the sensitive skin of her palm.

She gasps and immediately rises from her seat and walks over to the window.

As I sit down in the chair behind the desk, I cannot help but study her intensely. As she sways that perky ass, it sets my body aflame.

In an instant, I find myself behind her. She turns around to face me; there is clear confusion in her eyes; there is a fire waiting to be released. I tangle my hands in her hair and seek the softness of her lips. With every wink, I pull her closer, and then I pull away. I taunt and tease, slowly claiming her as mine.

The carnal desire to feel that raw passion takes over my body. I clear the entire contents of the desk onto the floor. I grab her ankles and slide her closer. With gentle but tremble hands, I lay her back on the table.

I stare into her eyes. She arches her back and pushes herself into my raging erection. Her body whimpers and begs to be touched.

"Xavien."

As she says my name, I feel a sharp bolt shoot straight through my heart. Then all reasoning steps out the door.

Her arms clasp around my neck as she needs to have my body closer. My body jerks at first, but then I allow myself to give in. The thought of her naked body fuels the raging fire within me; she consumes my body. It is not her lips that I reach for; my tongue finds the sensitive parts below her ear. The moan that escapes her lips awakens an even greater longing for her body and soul. The touch of her skin against my tongue sends a fiery passion throughout my core. I cannot keep my self-control any longer, my mouth finds her lips, and I prepare to take them, take every bit that I can have. It's like a battle raging in my mouth as my every stroke is aimed to make her body quiver.

Her hands unlock behind my neck, and they are moving all over. First down my shoulders, then down my chest, I can feel my heart pounding beneath my flesh. Her touch sends my blood racing as she moves further down to my waist. My body freezes, and for a moment, I stop breathing, then her hand reaches between my thighs, finding my erection. A growl escapes my lips, followed by her deep moan.

Then for a brief moment, we pull away…

“Oh, god, Mekayla, just give me one more minute.”

She whimpers in my ear, “I cannot…I must stop.”

My hand drifts to her hips and settles there for a minute before I pull her closer into me. She inhales sharply. She locks her arms around my neck and runs her fingers through my hair. I begin to nuzzle her neck with soft kisses, so soft they felt like whispers. Her lips come closer to mine, and our breaths mingle.

For what seems like an eternity, we just stare into each other’s eyes.

She looks down at my slightly parted lips. We both lean into each other in slow motion, never breaking eye contact once. Then we begin to close the gap even more than before.

With a slight pull of her hair, I bend her head backward, giving me easy access to her lips. My warm breath lingers just for a second; I feel that I cannot breathe, I cannot move, my entire body stiffening.

Then she kisses me.

When she kisses me, my brain lights on fire, and the warmth spread throughout my entire body. I am addicted.

As she wants to speak, I softly press my finger against her soft velvety lips...

"Ssshhh."

But then I add...

"Do you want me to stop?"

She answers by loosening the buttons of my shirt slowly one by one; her hands are slightly trembling. I take her hand to stop it from shaking and let my lips seek hers instead; it is all she needs to take that edge off her nervousness.

In no time, she has my bare naked chest in front of her; she runs her fingers over the lines of my body. Then she slowly pulls my shirt off over my shoulders.

But then it is as if there is a flip of a switch that takes place, and she immediately stops to realize what it is she is doing. Then without having to hesitate a single second, she pushes me away and composes herself.

“Fuck, that should not have happened.”

With that, she takes her purse and heads towards the door, but I call her back, “Ms. Winters.”

“Yes, Mr. Caruso?”

“I will see you tomorrow.”

She only but bursts out in laughter, “You are not going to fool me again to come to see you.”

There is a mischievous grin that starts to play on my face, “If you do not wish to take the job, I can always find someone else.”