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I could almost feel Killian’s hot breath on my neck and my stomach.
Then I pushed another finger in and imagined Killian’s mouth, dragging his tongue back and forth until I was covered in sweat and begging for more. I moved my fingers, slowly, gently, picturing each stroke of his tongue, and the way his fingers would feel digging into my waist.
My pulse quickened and as I pleasured myself, imagining it was Killian.
It was Killian in bed with me, all over me, the scent of him; bergamot and neroli, making the fire in my center burn brighter. It was him sinking his nails into my waist and drawing me closer, his tongue finding my sweet spot. Over and over, he licked it, wave after wave of pleasure building within me as red hot desire coursed through me.
I saw Killian lifting his gaze up to look up at me, a wicked glint in his eyes full of promise and pleasure, and I came undone. My entire body began to writhe and shake as the force of my orgasm ripped through me. By the time I could breathe again, I was shaking and covered in a thin sheen of sweat.
And I was still thinking of Killian, and how it would feel to have him climb on top of me and bury himself in me.
Fuck.
What was it about him that made me go weak in the knees? Men like him could have anyone they wanted at any time. If I really wanted him, it probably wouldn't be that difficult to get him in bed. If I tried to get him in bed and failed though, it would be utterly humiliating because he’d never let me live it down. A dangerous gamble. Especially dangerous for an inexperienced virgin like myself. I could imagine all I wanted, but doing it in real life was an entirely different story.
It’s not like I planned to end up a 27 year old virgin, but I had gotten caught up in my academics in college, and then building my career, and it had just sort of happened. I hadn't really given myself any time for love, or flings, or really any connection with anyone.
It had certainly paid off in my career, but I wondered at what cost.
Since high school, I’d debated what it would be like to be with a man, to lose myself so completely in him, but I had never been comfortable enough to let go. And I hadn’t known a guy who was patient enough to allow me the space to figure things out.
I closed my eyes again, and went back to my center. I could imagine him pleasuring me all I wanted, because it would never actually happen. So it couldn’t hurt to let myself fantasize.
Maybe the danger of it all was part of the turn on for me. If I was going to do it with someone, I’d definitely want to do it with someone who knew what they were doing. And Killian definitely fit the bill. I was sure of it.
3
KILLIAN
I did not feelthe need to attend any more meetings.
Not when they all sounded the same to me.
Yet, I stood up, buttoned up my jacket, and adopted my rehearsed smile. In the conference room, I took my usual seat at the head of the table. Files were handed out to the men and women gathered around me. The woman handing them out paused when she reached me and gave me a full smile, showing off a row of perfect pearly white teeth. She leaned forward to place the file and offered me a bright smile.
But I was used to this kind of behavior from women.
Even before I was named the CEO, women threw themselves at me and hung on my every word. Most of them batted their lashes and simpered and giggled at whatever I said. But it had only gotten worse since I’d taken over the company. The women eager to woo a man with money, and lots of it, would practically throw themselves into my path. Others, like some of my female employees, went out of their way to secure meetings with me and spent the entire time coming up with excuses to touch me.
It was flattering, but I wasn’t interested.
I was here to expand my father’s empire, not fuck every woman in sight.
Besides, I knew all too well what a bad idea it was to get involved with an employee. During my brief stint as my father’s intern, I had allowed my position and power to go to my head and I slept with several key employees. While I had enjoyed having fun with them immensely, it caused quite an issue in the office. I had taken the brunt of their fury when they realized I couldn’t give them anything long-term. That I wasn't going to be their trophy husband, or their sugar daddy.
That was the problem, none of the women who threw themselves at me really cared about me. Sure I was a good fuck, but they were in it for my money at the end of the day.
Once he learned about the string of office flings I’d had, my father hadn’t been happy, but shoving my problems under the rug was his specialty. He had been surprised and disappointed, but I remember him not addressing me directly.
And I was grateful to him for it, and even more grateful that he didn’t try to rub my immaturity in my face.
When my father passed, it was Meghans dad, my father’s lawyer and close confidant, who sat me down and talked some sense into me.
His wisdom, and patience was another reason why he was still around after all this time, and why I had long since learned to keep my fun outside of the company’s walls. In spite of his extensive knowledge about my many indiscretions, Michael Gomez continued to support me, especially when I took over the company. Not only did he go above and beyond to ensure that all of the deals he helped broker on my behalf were iron-clad, but he had also never batted an eye when I called on him for advice.
Sometimes I did wonder what he really thought of me, with my history of being a playboy. Because I was pretty sure he wouldn’t be so inclined to continue to support me if he knew the kinds of thoughts I had about his daughter.
Meghan was a thorn in my side, but she was one I couldn’t deny.
