‘I have some.’
‘You do?’
‘Yes. Although they are Scottish novelty condoms that I got in a vending machine at a rest stop. They’re whiskyflavoured or something.’ Alicia dug into her handbag and pulled out a small tartan packet.
Jamie laughed far too loudly before slapping his hand across his mouth. He would need to be careful. Lorna was such a busybody that she’d have half the village informed that Jamie Butler had been laughing with Alicia Jansen in his office, undoubtedly with an added embellishment of why they were having so much fun. He wouldn’t put it past her to listen at the door and tell the local rag that whisky exec Jamie Butler slept with movie stars whilst wearing whisky flavoured condoms.
‘Well, in that case…’ He slipped off Alicia’s coat and under her sweater he cupped her breast in his palm. A small whimper vibrated in her throat and his cock stiffened. ‘This will have to be super quiet,’ he whispered. ‘The walls have ears round here.’ He gestured with his head towards reception.
‘Of course.’ Jamie knew that Alicia didn’t need told the importance of discretion. It was a big deal for her to show her face in a public place. The last thing she’d want would be for it to become public knowledge that she was having sex in the office of a whisky executive in a small town in the north of Scotland. That would be ripe fodder for the tabloids.
Jamie unzipped Alicia’s jeans, slid his hand into her wet heat and watched her eyelids flicker like lazy butterflies.
‘You like that?’ He burred, knowing the answer but craving the words in his ears.
‘I love it. Don’t stop. I was wet as soon as I saw you in those shorts and this vest. The fact that it’s freezing out and you don’t care makes it even more of a turn on. You’re a true Scotsman, Jamie Butler.’
‘Aye, I am. And I’ll show you how a true Scotsmantreats a woman.’ Jamie sunk two fingers into Alicia’s sex driving up to a spot that made her grind into his hand, her wetness spilling onto his palm. Fuck! He was hard as a rock already and she was more than ready for him.
‘To the desk.’ Jamie nudged Alicia backwards, so she was leaning against the edge of his desk. It was not lost on him as he shimmied her jeans and panties down over her hips and ankles and marvelled at her perfect pussy that this was where he met with high profile business people, held seismic meetings that could alter the course of the company, the whisky industry. But was there anything more seismic – more course altering – than this half naked woman in his office, in his life? Absolutely there was not.
Jamie dropped to his knees and buried his face between Alicia’s legs. There could be no other way, workplace or not. He needed this and he could tell as he licked and sucked at her clit, her drenched arousal that she needed it as badly. He could feast on her all day. Never leave this hallowed position on his knees in his own office in the company he was in charge of. Because this woman’s body was in charge of him.
Alicia gripped his hair, her whole body taking on the mantle of her arousal, any restrained cries from having to keep quiet displacing themselves into her desperate core.
‘Oh fuck, Jamie.’ The words were quiet enough for only Jamie to hear but enough for him to enhance his efforts. He drove his fingers inside her again and worked her clit with his tongue keeping in rhythm with her thrusts, hardening from her hold on his hair. Soon, her hands moved to his shoulders to steady herself as her climax rocked her whole body.
‘Wow!’ Alicia’s turquoise eyes sparkled with languidbliss as she came round after the final tremors. ‘More, please.’
‘More, aye?’
‘Yes, but this time, I want this.’ Alicia cupped Jamie in her hand, well some of him, he was more than a handful for her small hands. Oh, she would get what she wanted. He could not leave this office until he’d fucked her again.
Jamie lifted Alicia onto the desk like she was a paperweight, put his hands on her knees and coaxed her legs apart so he could see the wetness they’d made together. How was this possible? Ten years trying to make one woman like this and nothing. Then bam! Alicia was gushing torrents for him.
As if reading his mind, Alicia spoke. ‘You made me like this, Jamie, so take me like this.’
In one beat, Jamie tugged down his shorts and let his erection spring free. He grabbed the condom Alicia had brought and rolled it down his rock-hard shaft. Stood, solid between her legs, the only thing wavering his belief in this being real. But that would not hold him back. He was definitely here and he was going to be inside this woman. Jamie teased his tip to Alicia’s soft, swollen pussy. Watched her sentience dissolve. But his own went with it. He wanted her way too much. Restraint was for idiots in moments like this. It was time. Jamie pushed himself, long, thick and harder than he’d ever been, into Alicia’s tight pussy. She took him now without discomfort, only pleasure, and he loved it. She was shaped by him. For him. They fit together, in the most intimate way possible. He couldn’t imagine being in another woman who felt so right, who had a literal and metaphorical grip on him with the heat that Alicia did. And the best part was that she was loving every second too.
‘Fuck Jamie. You fuck like a boss.’
‘Aye well, I am the boss.’ Jamie thrust commandingly into Alicia. ‘What I say goes round here, and I say you are going to come around my cock.’ Jamie could feel her getting wetter and wetter with every drive of his hips. He wanted to give her the best orgasm she’d ever had, to watch her cheeks flush pink as her climax rose up inside her, to witness her head tip back, her mouth fall open and see her lips form his name over and again as pleasure crashed through her.
He grasped Alicia’s hips and pumped harder. Alicia’s hand fell to her clit. That did it for Jamie. If he were anywhere else but his damned office, he’d roar like a tiger that he was coming hard. But he couldn’t do that here, so he clasped her face with his palm, fixed his gaze to hers and whispered so the words were audible only between them.
‘Me too,’ Alicia intoned. Then, as Jamie angled himself so he was hitting that most sensitive, secretive spot within her, they both were catapulting silently – yet visibly so very loudly – into their own shared climaxes. Alicia’s muscles were clamping Jamie, tight, tight, tighter, as his orgasm ripped through him and he held onto her hips for dear life, gritting his teeth and trying with all he had not to shout to the rafters about how fucking incredible this all was.
As his orgasm ended, Jamie admired Alicia’s body, still quivering like a breeze blown feather. How he loved that sight. If he never saw her again in his life, he could live off that memory until the day he died.
‘I could watch you come forever,’ he told her in muted tones.
Alicia came around and shrunk a little in amused bashfulness.
‘Oh, you’re embarrassing me now.’
‘Don’t be embarrassed, you’re lovely.’ Jamie stroked hersoft, flushed cheek.
‘Thank you.’ She watched him put his himself back into his shorts. ‘That thing is like a magic wand.’
