She raised her head, letting my cock slip from between her lips an inch at a time. Once free, it curled up toward my stomach, and I wrapped my hand around it. She started to climb onto my lap.
“Turn around, lass,” I said. “I want to admire you while we fuck.”
“I like that idea.”
She faced the mirror, her eyes locking with my reflection as she pulled aside her panties and lowered herself onto my cock. Her hips rocked back and forth as she leaned against my chest. One arm curved up behind her to wrap around my neck, her nails scratching at the base of my skull.
Using both the leverage her position gave her and her long legs, she began to ride me. I put my hand on her stomach, watching in the mirror as my cock disappeared and reappeared with the fall and rise of her body. It should have been mesmerizing, hypnotizing. I should have been utterly fixated on the hard points of her nipples pushing against the fabric of her bra. I should have been unable to think about anything but this beautiful woman and the way our bodies came together.
Instead, my admiration was strangely detached. The feel of her skin against mine, the friction and pressure of her pussy around my cock, were enjoyable but not all-consuming. The pleasure building inside me promised an imminent and satisfying release, an answer to my physical needs. And I’d ensure that she reached hers first.
I moved the hand on her stomach down and under the little triangle of fabric covering her. My fingers found her clit easily enough, and she whimpered the moment I touched it.
Perfect.
“Come for me.” I put my mouth at her ear, flicked my tongue against her earlobe. “I want you to come.”
Quick back and forth passes over her clit had her gasping in seconds and writhing in less than a minute. I wrapped an arm around her waist, holding her in place as I drove her toward climax. She came with a scream, muscles clamping down hard enough to make me curse even as I followed.
Everything went white, then gray, and then black.
* * *
Keli slepton as I slid out from under the covers and made my way to the bathroom. I wasn’t usually a fan of the big, fluffy robes that hotels provided for guests, but I didn’t want to turn on any lights to search for my clothes, so I put the robe on before going out to the main room.
I could have stayed nude, since it wasn’t as if Keli hadn’t seen me naked more than once, but I wasn’t in a particularly amorous mood at the moment, and I’d never been one to walk around completely unclothed without sex being a factor.
A blanket of fresh snow greeted me as I opened the curtains enough for me to see outside. It wasn’t much, and it wouldn’t last long, but it was beautiful to look at while it was here.
A white Christmas.
I turned my back to the view and went to the kitchenette to make myself some coffee. I wasn’t the sort of person who needed coffee to wake up, but it was part of my routine, and it was more than time for me to return to it. I’d never been irresponsible or lazy, but in college, I’d seen far too many classmates who had burned out because they’d never let up.
I’d discovered that if I allowed myself a few days to spend less time working – one or two weekends a year – my productivity remained high. Since taking over MIRI, I hadn’t done anything but work, with the only exception being annual family functions.
After Keli and I checked out this morning, I would spend the rest of the day at home on my laptop, going over the schedule for the upcoming three-and-a-half-day week. With New Year’s Eve being on a Thursday, I’d decided to allow employees to leave after lunch if they so chose. Those who stayed until the end of their usual day would receive holiday pay.
I planned to return to my normal twelve-to-fourteen-hour days, and I hoped that the additional time off or the extra pay would prompt people to do their best work as we finished up the year.
I’d spend next weekend preparing for the January fourth meeting where everyone would receive their department goals for the year, the schedules I expected us to keep, as well as any changes I might decide to implement. They could also set up appointments with me to discuss anything that came to their mind.
The Seattle branch of MIRI had been open less than six months, but I fully intended what we did this year to become standard practice, at least in principle. I understood the need for companies to adapt, to learn, but the precedent I wanted to set was one of discipline and pride in our work.
The fact that I was in a hotel, drinking coffee on a snowy Christmas morning when I had a beautiful, naked woman in bed nearby was a testament to where my thoughts were once again focused. I enjoyed my time with Keli, and we had good sexual chemistry, but the physical could only hold my attention for so long. And if dinner last night had been any indication, sex was all we had.
As I heard movement from the other room, I resigned myself to breakfast conversation. Anything less would be rude, and Keli deserved better than that. I might not want things between us to go much further, but I didn’t want to hurt her. I was unsure if I was ready to completely cut things off, but the end was coming. And it would probably be sooner rather than later.
Nine
HiringMiranda Newton had been a stroke of genius on my part. I’d interviewed three people for the department head position, and she’d been the one with the least practical experience, but there had been a determination in her that I’d recognized. She had a thirst to prove herself and the talent to make it happen. She worked as hard as I did, and I didn’t offer that compliment lightly.
In fact, she was the reason I’d agreed to go to Liam Barclay’s New Year’s Eve party with Keli rather than sitting at home, working. It wasn’t because Miranda had talked me into going, but rather that she’d done such outstanding work that I actually didn’t have anything to work on until Monday when the information I needed for my first project of the year would be delivered.
“I still can’t believe you know Liam Barclay,” Keli said as she looked around us in awe. “I mean, I knew you had money, but I didn’t realize youknewimportant people like Liam. Real celebrities.”
I probably should have been insulted by the comment, but the fact that it didn’t bother me spoke volumes regarding how important Keli’s opinion of me was. Besides, it had been more thoughtless and poorly worded than cruel. In her mind, someone who was busy working in an office more than forty hours a week wouldn’t commonly associate with a reality show star who rented out the Sky View Observatory for three hundred people on New Year’s Eve.
“Liam has a head for business,” I said as Keli handed her wrap to the woman at the door. “We’ve worked together on a few things.”
