Safe Word: Oasis 3: Out of My League Page 5

  There was no pad of paper in sight, so she grabbed some of the papers on the desk. If he was serious about her having to write stuff down, she would make notes on the back. A quick glance around the floor helped locate the pencil that had been there earlier. Standing, she beamed a tolerant smile at him. “Well, then I guess I better do what you say, or I’ll find myself out of a job.”

  She breezed by him, sailing into the room with her head held high. She glanced around, surprised it wasn't the bedroom she thought she'd find. It was definitely an office.

  The door closed behind her, rattling in its frame to protest the force Kaelen had used. “No, but I would have to tie you to the desk to teach you a lesson. That’s a fun way to start the day. If you feel you need a lesson right now, let me know.”

  Mia shook her head. Bondage was on her list of things that weren’t going to happen. She just couldn’t see letting a stranger tie her up. Kaelen wasn’t a stranger, but she still wasn’t ready to push her boundaries that far. “I’m good.”

  The office appeared pretty generic. A large desk dominated the room. A chair, a mass of black leather, sat behind it, and a set of matching chairs were situated in front. Two file cabinets, several bookshelves, a hope chest, and two armoires lined the room. Windows let in light on two walls.

  Kaelen settled into the larger chair behind the desk and pushed a stack of files across. Momentum took the top three to the floor. “Oops. You’ll need to pick those up before you file them.”

  She couldn’t stop the are-you-serious look from taking over her face. The sardonic part of her wanted to critique his porno choreography. She reined that part in long enough to kneel down and gather the papers.

  Since they were all blank, she shoved them into folders randomly. Glancing up, she found him peering over the desk, supervising her progress by looking down her shirt. “Enjoying the view?”

  He winked. “Yep. Ms. Calloway, you have great tits. It’s a shame you hide them behind shirts.”

  She wondered if he referred to the bulky clothing she usually wore or if he wanted her to remove the scrap of shirt currently preserving her modesty. She stood up and set the files on the edge of his desk. “Where would you like these filed, Mr. Sebastian?”

  He settled back into his seat and pointed at a filing cabinet on his side of the desk, all of five feet away. “Bottom drawer.”

  Having spent the past couple of hours naked around Kaelen had made her a little less self-conscious, but the ribbon of a skirt left nothing to the imagination. She crouched down and opened the filing drawer.

  “Now, Ms. Calloway, we’ve talked about this before. Bend at the waist. It’s better for company morale.”

  A glance back at him revealed the distinct absence of his cocky grin. Heat smoldered behind his eyes, and suddenly she wanted to see how long she could tease him before he grabbed her and went wild.

  She tried for a coy smile that must have been effective, because his breath hitched. “We can’t risk company morale, Mr. Sebastian.” She stood and tried again, this time bending at the waist. She kept her feet apart for balance, also assuring him a better view. “Is this better?”

  “Yes. File slowly. I wouldn’t want you to pull a muscle.”

  Sliding the folders into random spots took almost zero brainpower. The heat of Kaelen’s stare manifested as a physical force that caressed her exposed folds, leaving her wet and craving real contact.

  When she finished, she faced him and his tented pants. Now she sported the cocky grin. “Did you enjoy the view, Mr. Sebastian? Is there anything else you want filed?”

  His gaze raked over her body, repeating the trip a few times. He stroked his hand over the bulge in his pants. Mia had never before seen a man take such pleasure in his desire. “Yeah, file my cock in your mouth.”

  The sauciness she had felt moments ago at flashing her pussy for his pleasure faded. She hesitated. Oral sex had been on her list of things she wouldn’t do, not with a stranger. However, she didn’t necessarily want to hold Kaelen to the same restrictions. Maybe. She’d never gone down on a man before. She hadn’t thought her inexperience in this matter would be an issue. Now, faced with the prospect of disappointing Kaelen, she faltered.

  “Is there a problem?” He halted the hand stroking his erection.

  Gingerly she knelt between his knees and reached for his fly.

  He caught her hands and her gaze. “Ms. Calloway, do you have a problem with fulfilling the responsibilities of your job?”

  She understood his look to mean he wouldn’t force the issue. This was her choice. “I just… Your order surprised me. That’s all.”

  Realization dawned. He blinked hard and squeezed her hands. “No oral. That was one of your limits. I’m sorry. I forgot.”

  “That’s okay. I didn’t want to do this with a stranger. I’m okay doing this with you.” She shook off his hold and unfastened his pants. Ample evidence of his arousal sprang forth. Kaelen hadn’t bothered with underwear either. “I’m just not sure what you like.”

  He stared at her for so long that she found the courage to meet his gaze. Though his expression was unreadable, she didn’t see any kind of censure. “Touch me with your hands first. I like when you start slow and take your time. Cup my balls. If you’re going to squeeze or roll them around, be gentle. They’re very sensitive. When you add your mouth, start with your tongue. Do that, and you’ll figure out what I like.”

  Grasping her cheeks gently, he tilted her face up and brushed the pads of his thumbs against her mouth. He explored her lips slowly and thoroughly, taking his time. When she took a ragged breath, he bent his head and replaced his thumbs with his lips. By the time his tongue entered her mouth, he’d coaxed forth a blaze that spread heat from her chest to her toes.

  When the kiss ended and he pulled back, they both took a moment to catch their breath. “Plus, I like to watch you touching me. I might not last too long.”

  Emboldened by his kiss and by his detailed encouragement, Mia took his cock in hand. She trailed her fingertips over the shaft, enjoying the smooth hardness and listening for his smallest reactions. His breath hitched when she caressed the cleft at the head and right under the ridge around the crown.

  She didn’t spend all her time on those spots, however, reasoning that she had a few that gave her a little more of a jolt, but it was nicer to spread the attention. It ramped up the anticipation factor.

  He gripped the arms of the chair. From the corners of her eyes, she saw his nails turn white.

  Reaching underneath, she cupped his sac. A casual exploration revealed that he preferred a few kinds of movements, such as when she rolled his balls gently in her palm, more than he liked any particular place caressed. She liked hearing the hisses escape his lips and the way his knees shifted, bobbing against her sides, as he struggled to stay still. Touching him like this, causing these reactions, gave her a heady rush of power that sent heat to her core. She shifted, squeezing her legs together to concentrate the feeling.

  When she added her tongue, he groaned. “Fuck, Mia. You’re lethal, babe.”

  She didn’t mind the moniker so much anymore, but she was reluctant to call it a term of endearment.

  She licked the smooth skin of his shaft and circled her tongue around his purpled head. The glistening drop at the tip tasted salty and tart. Getting into the spirit of things, she made her way down to his sac. On a whim, she sucked one of his balls into her mouth.

  She heard a thump and looked up to make sure he was okay. He’d thrown his head back. The sound had been the back of his head hitting the frame on top of the chair. His lips worked, forming letters and oaths, but the only thing that made sense was her name.

  Wrapping her hand around his shaft, she pumped once. His entire body twitched, so she did it again. She switched her lips to his other testicle, mouthing it gently as she stroked his cock.

  A light sheen of sweat glistened on his chest and stomach. He was close. Hesitantly she released his balls and
closed her mouth around the darkened head of his cock. She sucked hard, taking it as deep into her mouth as she could. She wrapped her hand around the base to pick up the slack there.

  He tangled a hand in her hair, but he didn’t try to guide her action or control the pace she set. When he tightened his grip in warning, she sucked harder. He shouted, and his ass shot off the chair. She lifted with him, giving his balls a little twist, and swallowed in time to the pulsing evidence of his orgasm.

  When he came down, she released his cock and laid her head on his thigh. In the silence that followed, she heard his rapid breathing keep time with the pounding of her heart. She knew he had enjoyed the experience, but shades of doubt were creeping into her brain. He had a great sense of humor. He was intelligent, fun, and thoughtful. The more time she spent with him, the more she talked with him and got to know him and had sex with him, the less she could deny how deep her feelings for him ran.

  Chapter Six

  If he stopped looking down at the woman whose head rested on his thigh, his heart rate might return to normal. The manic beating wasn't caused by the clear view of her cleavage or the image of her lovely lips sliding up and down his shaft and everything to do with the sure knowledge that things could never go back to being the way they had been.

  The prospect of seeing her three times a week in class and not being able to wink at her based on the foundation of a permanent relationship tasted metallic in his mouth. Fear. Receiving a blowjob had never before left him in a state of mind-numbing fear.

  To be fair, the sex act itself had nothing to do with the deep ache starting in his chest. The way she bit her lip and hesitated when he told her what he wanted betrayed her lack of experience. The possessive part of him smiled in satisfaction, reveling in the fact he was her first. If the rest of him had any say about it, he would be her only.

  Despite her inexperience, or perhaps because of it, she had taken the time to figure out what he liked. She had lingered over the details of pleasuring him instead of rushing through the task in an effort to get him off and get it over with. He fast-forwarded to the care she would take picking out plates while they were registering for their wedding.

  Christ. Never before had getting sucked off made him look forward to shopping.

  Leaning down, he slid his hands under her arms. “Babe, I want you on my lap.”

  She lifted her gaze, and he saw the fire simmering behind her light brown eyes. Sliding her knees on either side of his, she flashed a tentative smile. “Well, this padded leather is a lot easier on the knees than the wood floor.”

  He laughed. “Next time I’ll include a couch or a bed in my fantasy.”

  She giggled, a devious sound he’d never expected. “I guess we both have desk fetishes.”

  In Kaelen’s mind, the only fetishes he had involved Mia. He’d take her anywhere he could get her. Instead of answering, he cupped his hand around the back of her neck and drew her close. Slanting his lips over hers, he feathered a soft kiss that did little more than tease.

  Mia gripped his shoulders, digging in harder the longer he kept the kiss light. The perfume of her arousal saturated his senses, and her hot wetness hovered inches from his cock, which showed no sign of rising to the challenge.

  But he took his cue from Mia and didn’t rush anything. They had hours yet, and he was determined to make them count. Show her how good being with him could be.

  A bell chimed through the building. Mia jerked her mouth away from his and looked toward the door. Her eyes took a moment to focus. “Doorbell?”

  He nodded. “Lunch is here, babe. Be a good little secretary and go get it.”

  She backed away and stood up, smoothing down her skirt and wearing an uncertain expression. “You’re wearing a lot more than I am.”

  “Yep.” He tucked his cock into his pants and fastened them. “Go get lunch or you’ll find out how I discipline a sucky assistant.”

  She rolled her eyes at his unintentional pun. “Let me guess. You’ll tie me up and spank me?”

  He chuckled. “Nope. Spanking was your fantasy. While I’m not opposed to it at all, it doesn’t figure into my fantasy of having you as my beautiful and slutty administrative assistant, tempting you with my potent masculinity, and then making good on my promises.”

  She glanced around the room, her keen eyes searching for something. “Where is your jacket?”

  Though he knew the person from Oasis who had delivered the food would be long gone—they had a strict policy of not intruding—he wasn’t willing to humiliate Mia, and it was cold outside. He pointed to the top drawer of the filing cabinet.

  She snagged his black fleece and left the room. He hoped it smelled like her when he got it back. She wasn’t gone long, but when she returned, she looked puzzled.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “Nobody was there. I mean, I couldn’t even hear a car driving away. That’s a little spooky.” She set a white paper bag on the desk and unrolled the top to open it up. “Oh, goody. I love subs.”

  He watched with a grin on his face, enjoying the simple act of seeing her unpack food from a paper bag. She divided the chips and soft drinks, and then she sniffed at the paper wrapped around each sub to determine what was inside.

  “You like Philly cheesesteak too?” she asked.

  “Yeah. Is that what you got?”

  She nodded. “This explains why they asked what kinds of food I like. I thought some of the questions were a bit much, didn’t you?”

  Kaelen laughed. The questionnaire had asked everything from his shoe size to what color nail polish he preferred to see on his partner’s toes. And those were just the foot-themed questions. “Yeah, but they got it perfect, so I’m not about to complain.”

  PERFECT. KAELEN’S ADJECTIVE took Mia by surprise, and she didn’t know why. Her first impulse was to interpret it to mean he found her to be the perfect person to fulfill his sexual fantasies. But that was a little too difficult to swallow. Men as tall, handsome, and charming as Kaelen inevitably ended up with women who matched. Mia had always pictured herself with a man who was about five-seven, a little round in the middle, a little bald on the head, and a little boring in the bedroom. Her last serious boyfriend had been most of those things. His lackluster brown hair hadn’t begun to thin yet, but given that even his mother’s hair was thin, it was just a matter of time.

  Mia didn’t have a problem with any of that. Acting out this fantasy through Oasis was her way of sowing her wild oats before she settled down with the man who would tolerate her body and love her brains. He’d want to get married, get their careers firmly launched, and then have a couple of kids. He might not be the kind of man who coached T-ball, but he’d attend all the practices and put his heart and soul into cheering for their son or daughter.

  Kaelen likely only meant that things were going well so far. Mia was approaching this assistant fantasy with a sense of humor, and she was committed to the role. He probably appreciated her effort. She definitely appreciated the effort he put into fulfilling her spanking fantasy. Going all out for this part of it was the least she could do.

  The unnatural silence in the room brought her mind back to the present. She glanced up at Kaelen. He bit into his sub sandwich without taking his eyes from her.

  She sank into one of the two chairs in front of the desk and unwrapped her sub. “So, is this a break, or are we still in our roles while we have lunch?”

  Kaelen grinned. “I guess we should take a break. Otherwise I’d have to ask you to take off my flannel, and then the sight of your cleavage and your snatch would mean I couldn’t finish lunch. And I think we both need to refuel for this afternoon. In addition to harassing you some more, I have to do some product testing. You know, actual work.”

  Mia had read the scenario script so often she’d committed it to memory. It contained no references to actual work. She swallowed and sipped her drink. “It turns you on to watch someone do secretarial work? Does the tapping of fingers on a keyboa
rd bring back fond cybersex memories?”

  His rich laugh filled the room, infecting her with a smile she couldn’t wipe from her face. Several moments passed before he settled down enough to shake his head at her humor. “I bet you’d be good at sexting.”

  “I’m taking off my bra. Oh, my nipples are so hard for you.” She approximated mechanical speech the best she could, but sarcasm remained the dominant part of the tone.

  Kaelen got into the spirit of things. “I’m hard, babe. Stroking fast. Faster. Fastest. Touch your clit. Come for me.” His dimple manifested, and her thighs trembled despite the deliberate lack of passion in his speech.

  She looked him up and down, licking her lips as licentiously as she could. “Sexting wouldn’t work for me. I’d have to see it.”

  He wrapped up the remainder of his sub and shoved it in the bag. “Happy to show you, babe. Anytime. I’d even let you help.”

  She ignored the invitation and gestured at the bag. “Aren’t you going to finish that?”

  Shaking his head, he rounded to her side of the desk and dropped into the chair next to hers. Smoke swirled behind his eyes. “I’m hungry for something different.”

  Mia didn’t bother with trying to be sexy. “Well, my lunch isn’t different. Besides, I’m hungry, so you can’t have it.”

  “Want me to tell you what kind of work we’ll be doing today?”

  Since that information had been absent from the description, she could admit to intense curiosity. “Yes. The scenario outline didn’t call for actual work.”

  Kaelen got that smug look on his face that made her rethink finishing the sub. She was suddenly less hungry for steak. “I asked for a list of what kinds of toys you would and wouldn’t allow instead of giving details about this part. I wanted it to be a surprise.”

  Mia lowered her half-eaten sub. “Seeing me here today wasn’t enough of a surprise?”

  He drew his thumb along her lower lip in what could have been a sensual caress, but it also could have been him wiping away sauce. “Seeing you here only made me wonder why I hesitated so long to ask you out.”