Vodka On Ice
"Did I mention what happens to naughty little girls, Ella?"
"No," she looked him in the eye. "As a matter of fact, you didn't."
"You're playing with fire, little girl," he growled softly, one hand cupping her chin again, the other slipping a cashew between her lips.
She sucked it in, the tip of her tongue catching the edge of his fingers, and this time, she saw the shiver go through him.
Laughing, she grabbed his wrist, held on for a moment and then dipped her head to his hand. To his utter amazement, she licked a couple of cashews from his open palm.
"Are you sure you work in security, Mr. Skovetz?" she queried, teasing him.
"Perfectly sure," he replied, too stunned to move, mesmerized by her pink tongue. "And I told you, it's Nick."
"You fearless, too, big guy?" She laughed again, unashamedly flirting with him.
"Fearless of most things, but I'm definitely afraid of you, little one," he murmured, his palm itching to warm her ass.
They finished their meal, flirting just a little more, and relaxed in each other's company. The ride home was swift, and Nick knew the elevator ride to the 15th floor would be even swifter. As soon as the doors closed, he pushed the stop button, pulled her into his arms and covered her mouth with his.
Sacha melted into his strong arms, yielding to him, loving the feel of his lips on hers, his tongue in her mouth. He is so... scrumptious, so... he tastes like... he tastes good.
Nick almost lost his composure. His brain might have been uncharacteristically slow to put two and two together, but his arms recognized the feel of her soft, sweet body. His mouth recognized the feel of her lips, and his tongue instantly knew the sweet taste of her. Sacha! It's my little Sacha!
He kissed her again and again, waiting for her to hit him so she could come up for air. Finally, she pushed her fist against his chest, and he lifted his mouth from hers.
"You okay?" he murmured huskily, eager to kiss her again.
"Mmmm, I'm fine," she breathed harshly.
He kept his arm around her as he released the stop button on the elevator, and she stood silently in his embrace totally unaware he had discovered her identity. His arm also remained around her when she unlocked her door and turned to him, intending to ask him in. He smiled, cupped her face between his hands and captured her lips in a long and lingering kiss.
"I have an early morning. Have some work to catch up on, but I'd like to see you again, Ella. Dinner tomorrow?"
He's working tomorrow? Mmmm.
"I... I have plans for tomorrow," she said impetuously.
"Do you have plans for tomorrow night?"
"Um... I'll be out most of the day. I... uh, I'm not sure when I'll be home."
"I'll call you later tomorrow. If you're home and available, we can make plans. Otherwise, another time. That okay with you?"
She agreed and gave him her phone number.
Leaning against the inside of her door after he left, Sacha wondered if she should chance "surprising" the Assistant Chairman on a Saturday.
It could be risky, her conscience worried. And his assistant might be there.
Probably not too many people work on a Saturday. Should be easy to get into his office.
Nick settled into bed, his arms behind his neck, and thought about Sacha a.k.a. Ella. That little devil! That's why I saw her in my building. She was on her way home. I have a feeling I'm going to get a surprise visitor tomorrow. He chuckled, very satisfied that he had a little surprise for her this time.
Stretching his arms above his head, Nick stood and eased the kinks out of his body, pleased with the amount of work he had finished today. Folding his arms across his chest, he gazed out the window wondering if he had misjudged her. Maybe, she won't come. Maybe, she went shopping or... whatever it is women do on Saturdays. He had tried her phone number several times today and felt a wave of disappointment. No answer. No answering machine.
She entered the outer office, pausing to compose herself, and slipped the mask over her face and hair. Taking a deep breath, she approached his office door, turned the knob, and stepped inside.
His disappointment evaporated as he heard the door close quietly. "It's not polite to enter someone's office without knocking, Sacha," he said, his quiet tone masking his excitement.
"That's all you have to say after not seeing me for two weeks?"
He thought she sounded a little petulant. "Two weeks and two days," he corrected.
That made her feel better, but the feeling was short lived.
"You disappoint me, Sacha."
She was instantly alert. There was something in his tone that set warning bells off in her head.
"I... I disappointed you? How did I do that?"
"You left without saying goodbye last time," he reminded her.
"Oh," she said, relieved. "I... um... had another appointment and couldn't wait for you to return."
"Were you on your way to strip for someone else?" he growled, slowly advancing on her.
"No, and stay where you are, Mr. Skovetz," she warned.
"Or you'll leave and never come back?"
"I don't think so, Sacha. My office, my rules," he lunged for her and caught her around the waist before she could retreat.
"Let me go!"
"Not this time, my little stripper. Not this time." He scooped her up against his chest and kissed her hungrily. "Let me see what you're *not* wearing this time."
She gulped air and tried to take a step back. "You have to let me go or I can't unzip my coat."
He removed his arms and stepped back, thwarting any attempt to escape, standing between her and the door.
"I'm waiting, Sacha, and I don't have a great deal of patience."
"Stand over there," she pointed toward the conference table. "I need a little room."
"No." His stance was commanding - exuding power. She couldn't remember ever seeing a man with that kind of presence. Shivering slightly, she wondered if she had opened Pandora's box.
"I'm still waiting, Sacha."
"Well, you'll just have to wait a little longer. I can't... I can't do this with you... you're too close. Back... back off!" Suddenly nervous, she was on the verge of losing her temper.
Nick leaned against his office door, hands in his pockets. "I'm about 10 seconds from exploding," he said quietly.
She knew he was telling the truth. She knew from previous experience that the hotter his temper, the softer his tone.
"What was it you said happened when you explode?"
"You don't want to know," he said ominously.
Sacha turned her back to him and took a few deep breaths. Finally, she turned around, her hand on the zipper of her coat. Inching it down as slowly as she could, she watched him stare at her body as her coat slowly parted.
She pulled the coat completely away from her body, her hands at her waist and her legs spread. One... breathe in, two... three... breathe out, four... five... breathe, six... Oh sweet Jesus! He's getting hard. If he touches me, I'm going to cave.
She wore white this time. His eyes feasted on the white satin demi-bra, her full breasts spilling over the scant piece of fabric. Her nipples, a sweet, rich milk chocolate, were begging for his mouth. He desperately wanted to suckle them, confirm that sweetness. That's not all he wanted to do. The rest of his body sprang to life, his custom-made tailored pants now unusually tight. He eyed the matching satin thong, and assessed it as a small temporary barrier between her sex and his desire. Her white, thigh high stockings intrigued him, making him wonder what it would be like to lick her skin through the nylons.
"You seem to have a little more covering each time I see you," he murmured, the twitching in his groin growing by the second. "I think I liked you completely nude the best."
"Do you like this, Mr. Skovetz?" she asked as she shifted her shoulders and let the coat drop to the floor.
"Yes," he said huskily, swiftly moving toward her.
"Uh-uh," she warned, reaching for the coat.
"Uh-huh," he countered, pulling the coat away from her and wrapping his arms around her. He buried his face in her neck, inhaling her scent. "You smell good," he murmured. "And you feel good in my arms."
He cupped her ass and lifted her, delivering one sharp spank to her bare cheeks and carried her over to the conference table, setting her butt on the edge. She barely had breath to gasp from the sting as he immediately stood between her legs. Leaning over her, he kissed her over and over. Holding the kiss, he gently pushed her back until she lay on the table and then leaned against her, his body completely covering her lace-clad form.
Licking her ear distracted her as one hand unclasped her bra, the other caressing her inner thighs.
"You're wet for me, aren't you Sacha?"
"Wet?" She was sopping wet.
"You want me, don't you, little one?"
"Wan... want you?" Oh God! Yes!
"How badly do you want me, Sacha?"
"Don't want you," she argued, trying to fight the sensations his lips were causing as they moved over her face and neck.
"Liar," he laughed softly. "Yes you do."
"No, I don't. I just... just like to tease you, make you hot."
"You've succeeded," he assured her.
"Good," she tried to remain flippant, but his erection was pressing into her belly.
"And you *do* want me."
"No, I don't," she continued to argue, wondering how much more she could take.
"It's not in your best interest to lie to me," he murmured, his breath tickling her ear. "Do you know what happens to naughty little girls, Sacha Ella Brody?"
"No. What happens to... What? What did you call me?"
"Sacha Ella Brody," he smiled, removing her mask, satisfied to see her beautiful face. "Naughty little girls get punished," he whispered, covering her mouth with his. His hand cupped her breast, his thumb rubbing her nipple, then tugging on it gently, making her moan with pleasure.
"How badly did you say you wanted me, Sacha?" he teased when he lifted his mouth from hers, one hand continuing to stroke her inner thigh.
"Have to go now," she murmured, her arms slipping around his neck, pulling his head down to her mouth again. "Kiss me goodbye."
"Uh-uh," he murmured. "You're not going anywhere. We have unfinished business."
"Not here," she argued. "Someone could come in."
"No one's coming in. I locked the door."
"The cleaning crew has a key, so does security and..."
"I want to make love to you," he said hoarsely. "I'm so damn hard. I want you... now."
"I want you to make love to me, but not on this hard table. Please," she said softly, her gray eyes wide.
It was her soft "please" that got to him. He pulled her upright as he stood and reached for her coat, wrapping it around her. "Go home," he said huskily, delivering another firm hard smack to her butt and making her squeal. "I'll be about five minutes behind you. I'll knock on your door when I get there." And for teasing me, I'm going to spank you so hard...
She closed the door behind her and slipped into the maintenance closet to pull on some clothes. Belatedly, she remembered he had removed her bra and she had forgotten to take it with her. He hadn't asked how she got in and out of the building and to his office, and she didn't mention it.
He wasn't kidding when he said he'd be five minutes behind her. It had taken her a few minutes to change clothes and walk to her car. She was unlocking her door when the elevator doors opened and Nick Skovetz walked out.
"Good timing," he smiled "Drop your things off. All you need is your key. Come on," he urged her.
She dropped her purse and gym bag inside her door and locked it behind her. "Where are we going?"
"To my place," he said, grabbing her hand and pulling her toward the elevator.
He held onto her hand until they reached his condo. As soon as he closed the door behind them, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her thoroughly. When he finally let her up for air, he pulled his trench coat off, threw it on the nearest object and reached for hers.
"Let's get this off now!" He pulled her coat from her shoulders, surprised she was wearing clothes.
"I don't know when you put these on, but they're coming off right now," he growled, pulling her sweater over her head and tossing it aside. He sighed when he saw her bare breasts, suddenly forgetting if he had tucked her bra into his desk drawer or left it on the conference table for the cleaning crew to discover.
He didn't waste a moment ridding her of the skirt. Picking her up by the waist, he wrapped his arms tightly around her. "Put your legs around me, Sacha," he breathed in her ear. "Do it now, little one."
She did and he shifted her weight so it settled just above the tip of his erection. He moved toward the staircase and his bedroom. Each step he took bounced her soft folds against his erection, making him crazy with desire, making her damp.
She lost her shoes somewhere along the way, the only remaining items her thong and white stockings.
He held her with an arm around her, his hand under her bare butt. Pulling the covers back with his other hand, he gently deposited her on the cool sheets.
"Spread your legs, Sacha. I want to look at you," he said softly, pulling his jacket off and then his tie.
She didn't know why his words irked her. They shouldn't have, but they did. She jumped off the bed and yelled, "Go to hell, Nicholas Sergei Skovetz! I'm not a whore!"
His lips curved up, then he gave a shout of laughter. "God! You're adorable!" He couldn't stop staring at her or smiling.
She was like a spitting cat. Her hair was mussed, and her fists clenched and unclenched. Hands on hips, she glared at him, very angry at her reaction to his words.
Her naked body was incredibly lovely. It turned his guts into liquid fire, and his cock into a long, thick rod of steel. Standing between her and the door, he watched her as he casually unbuttoned his shirt. Nonchalantly, he toed off his shoes.