She'd moved to the area three months earlier. The first time she saw him, he was a just a tall man retrieving mail from one of the locked postal boxes in the building's mailroom. His back was to her, and her mind registered its broadness as well as his baldness, a male characteristic she always found attractive. She didn't pay very close attention to him until he turned and she caught a brief glimpse of his face. His long trench coat was hanging open and her eyes took in every inch of his muscular body. E-V-E-R-Y inch. Woof! That's yummy.
With the hood of her raincoat keeping her face in shadow, she surreptitiously eyed him. Tall, bald, muscular... hmmm... She watched as he locked his mailbox, noted the number and filed it away for future reference. Never know when I'll need a cup of sugar... or something.
I'm in favor of "something," her naughty conscience quipped. She remembered grinning wickedly as she watched him walk to the elevator.
~~~~~
Pulling out of the parking garage early one morning, she spotted him getting into his car and followed him to his office. The parking garage was closed to visitors and she lost him while she looked for a parking space. Checking the wall directory when she entered the lobby, she found his name. There it is, Nicholas S. Skovetz, Assistant Chairman, Criminal Investigations, 4th floor.
Turning to the visitor's desk, she smiled at the young man on duty.
"You need to sign here, Miss," the guard smiled back at her.
"I have a meeting with Mr. Skovetz and I'm a little early," she said breathlessly. "I'd like to freshen up. Would you... uh... know where the ladies' room is on that floor?" she asked with a shy smile.
"Mr. Skovetz? Asst. Chairman Skovetz... 4th floor. Yes, ma'am." he consulted a floor map and pointed to the appropriate rooms.
"Thank you. I appreciate your help." She took the visitor's pass he neglected to date stamp, and headed toward the bank of elevators.
~~~~~
Two weeks later
4:30 PM
It was surprising how easy it was to get around wearing a visitor's badge pinned to her purse strap and walking confidently, like she knew where she was going. To her delight, she discovered that Skovetz's assistant always left early on Thursdays. This would make her "appointment" with the tall, bald, hunky kisser a lot easier.
Knocking lightly on his office door, she opened it and slipped inside. He'd been concentrating on the report in his hand and didn't hear the light tapping. He looked up as the door opened and went very still as she entered.
It's her! She's back!
She leaned against the door, wearing the same coat and mask as the last time. For a brief moment, neither of them moved. Finally, she took a few steps toward him. He rose from behind his desk.
"No, Mr. Skovetz," she commanded. "Stay where you are."
Nick narrowed his eyes at her, but stood still, legs apart, arms folded across his chest. She thought he looked annoyed.
"I'm interrupting?" she asked quietly.
"Yes," he rumbled.
"Should I leave?"
"No."
She smiled.
"I didn't think I'd see you again," his voice so low she strained to hear him.
"I'm here now." Standing in the center of his office, she drank in the sight of his muscled chest filling his shirt, straining the fabric. I keep forgetting how big he is! Her eyes glanced briefly at his wire rims, then focused on his mouth, his kiss a pleasant memory.
"Would you like to see me again?" she teased, twirling in a circle, her coat fanning out around her calves. "All of me?"
"Yes." his voice raw with desire, palms itching.
"You'll have to stay where you are," she warned.
"Don't I get to kiss you again?" There was a hint of hunger in his tone.
Oh God! Yes! "Maybe. Do you want to see me first or kiss me first?"
"Both."
"One follows the other, Mr. Skovetz. Not both at the same time."
"Why not?"
"Because I said so," she stated firmly. "My body, my rules."
She wasn't at all intimidated by the look he shot her. "You look so fierce," she grinned. "Aren't you afraid your face is going to freeze in that position?"
He wasn't used to sass... his eyes narrowed and he clenched his jaw.
"Your jaw is set so hard, I'm surprised you haven't chewed the inside of your mouth raw. And," she added, "if you keep tensing your biceps any further, you're going to tear a perfectly nice shirt."
He reached his breaking point and moved toward her.
"NO!"
He rounded the side of his desk.
"If you come any closer, I'll leave!" she threatened, ready to flee.
Nick knew he could catch her.
"And...and, I'll never come back!"
He stopped moving, leaned across the front of his desk, and tucked both hands into his pockets.
"I just want to kiss you," he stated simply.
"I want to kiss you, too," she said softly, her heart pounding.
"Come here." His voice was low and commanding.
She didn't hesitate, but took the few steps that divided them and melted into his waiting arms. Placing her arms around his neck, she lifted her head to meet his mouth, but before his lips descended on hers, she pulled back and put a gentle finger on the cleft in his chin.
"After we kiss, you'll let go of me and go back behind your desk."
"Why?"
"Because I said so. My body, my rules," she repeated.
"What's your name?" he asked, catching her off-guard.
"Sacha."
"Do you always get your way, Sacha?"
"Yes!" She was emphatic.
"Not with me, you don't. My office, my rules," he growled and captured her mouth with his own.
His tongue delved in, tasting her sweetness and filling her mouth, his arms holding her so snugly to his chest that her feet left the floor. Sweet pleasure coursed through him as he felt her softness against him.
He had no intention of letting her go.
Sacha couldn't breathe. She pounded her fist on his shoulder.
He lifted his head but didn't loosen his hold on her. "What?"
"I can't breathe," she gasped. "I need to come up for air."
"Take a deep breath," he ordered.
She did.
"Take another one."
She did.
"Okay now?"
"Yes."
"Good." He covered her mouth once more, and when her fist hit him again, he let her up for air.
"You're... you're a... mmmm."
"I'm a what?"
"Nothing. Just thinking out loud. Sorry."
"I'm a what? Tell me."
"N... nothing."
"If you don't tell me, I'll kiss you again," he threatened.
"That's okay," she said, one corner of her mouth curving up.
He laughed softly. "You like kissing."
"I like your kissing."
He let her stand but kept his arms around her, holding her close.
"In that case, I think we should do a little more," he said, scooping her up into his arms and returned to his leather chair. With one arm around her back and the other around her waist, he leaned forward and kissed her again, gently this time.
Sacha responded just as gently, her hands cupping his face. "You have a beautiful mouth, Mr. Skovetz. I like kissing you."
"I like kissing you, too," he murmured as his lips covered hers once again. Then, as if it were an entity unto itself, his tongue explored her mouth, slowly and thoroughly, tasting its warm recesses. "I'd like to see who I'm kissing," he said huskily, reaching for the mask. "Let's take this off so I can see your face."
"No, please don't do that," her voice held a hint of panic.
"Why not?"
"You... you won't want to kiss me if you see my face," she improvised.
"Why? Why won't I?"
"I'm... I'm... uh, not very attractive."
"I'll be the judge of that."
"No, please. I... I would prefer that you didn't." She put a hand on his chest. "Please," she whispered.
He was torn between his desire to see her face and his unwillingness to make her unhappy. "You won't let me see your face, but you'll let me see your body?"
"Yes."
"All right," he conceded for the moment. "Let's see what you have under your coat this time." He reached for the zipper but her hand covered his.
"I'll do it. Let me up."
"No. I want you on my lap. You can unzip your coat, but I want you on my lap." Adamant, his tone was harsher than he intended, but there was a limit to the concessions he would make.
"That's not the way it works," she snapped, and without thinking, she punched him hard under his chin.
Nick wasn't expecting her move and his head jerked back, his arms loosening his hold on her. Taking advantage of the momentary lapse, she jumped out of his lap and made it to the center of his office, about halfway between his desk and the door when she heard his voice, dangerously soft.
"Come back here." It was a voice used to command from a man who expected to be obeyed. He sat very still, a thunderous look on his face.
Sacha's face grew warm under the mask and her body trembled in spite of her best efforts to remain still. She rubbed her arms, trying to quiet the butterflies in her stomach and took a deep breath.
"I'll strip for you if you behave, Mr. Skovetz." Sacha teased, her voice cajoling, her words hinting of promises to come.
"Come *here* and strip for me, Sacha," he said softly, his face set in his commanding persona.
"Will you behave?" she asked innocently.
Nick arched a brow - absolutely no one spoke to him that way.
"Will you keep your hands off?" she clarified.
"I can't promise that I will," he admitted honestly, knowing full well she needed a good hard spanking...for her actions... her attitude... her brazenness... her... spankable ass...and that he was more than capable of delivering it.
"I'll stay here, then."
"Will you strip for me?" His voice had a rough edge, almost hoarse.
"Do you want me to?"
"Yes." Christ, yes!
"If you stay where you are, I'll visit you again. Otherwise, this is goodbye."
"I'll stay."
"Your word on it?"
With no hesitation, he crossed two fingers over his heart and gave her a genuine smile. "My word on it. I swear."
Nodding, she accepted his promise and kept her eyes on his face as she unzipped her coat, an inch at a time. As soon as the cloth parted, she whirled around full circle and then posed, hands on hips and stood still for a slow count of ten.
Mother of God... one. Mother of Christ... two. What am I doing? Three. Look at those muscles! Four. Want to kiss him again. Five. I'm a slut. Six. I want him. Seven. I want him. Eight. Want him. Nine. Want him. Ten.
Nick's pulse increased as he feasted his eyes on her body. She's as beautiful as I remember, he sighed. She wasn't completely nude this time - almost, but not quite. Her full round breasts threatened to spill over a black lace demi-bra, nipples peeking at him. He wondered what they'd feel like between his lips.
He licked those lips when his mind registered what else she wasn't wearing. A black lace garter belt and black stockings framed her sex. His palm itched to touch it. So did his cock. His fingers curled in anticipation... his balls tightened. His pants were suddenly too tight and he was feeling more than a little warm.
"Do you like what you see, Mr. Skovetz?"
"Yes," he whispered, surprised he could speak, certain he had only enough oxygen for a short breath or two.
"Sit back and enjoy," she teased. "There's more."
"There's more?" he asked, his brows up, wondering what else she could possibly show him.
Whirling in a circle, the coat slowly slid down her back as she turned. Facing him and bending over, she pulled the coat between her legs and up between her thighs. When she stood again, she kept her eyes on his face as her hands pulled the fabric back and forth over her sex.
Nick leaned forward in his chair, one hand braced against the front of his desk, the other reaching for his cock. Tiny drops of perspiration dotted his brow and he was totally unaware that his breath escaped in short hissing sounds. He only knew that he was erect and feeling discomfort at being restrained by clothing. Christ! What the hell is she doing? I want to spank that ass so hard... Want to fuck her so bad...
Sacha turned her back on him and bent over again, exposing her bare ass and the lips of her sex. Taking that as a blatant invitation, he reached her as she stood. She tried to wiggle away, but his arms quickly wrapped around her, holding her immobile, his hands moving over her bare back and down her body.
"No! You gave your word you wouldn't touch!"
His mouth was already moving toward her breasts, his hands mapping her contours, his mind registering the silky softness of her body.
"That was before," he murmured.
"Before what?" she gasped, his hands and mouth arousing her, his erection pressing into her belly.
"Before you invited me to touch you."
"I did no such thing," she retorted indignantly, trying to push him away. "Take your hands off; go back to your chair. Do it now!"
He pulled his head back to look at her, his arms still holding her close to his body. "Are you serious?"
"Do I look like I'm serious?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact, you do," he said with a perfectly straight face, having successfully smothered his grin.
"I *am* serious! I said you could look, but you can't touch."
"You also said you always get your way and I disagreed. Your actions belay your words. You teased me. By all rights, I should take you over my knee," he pulled her back to his chest, breathing in her ear. "You flaunted your beautiful body. You invited me to touch you." His hand stroked a breast, teasing the nipple. "This is what we're going to do," he softly lectured. "We're going to..."
The light tap on the door startled both of them.