4 comments/ 19200 views/ 4 favorites Dangerous Attraction Ch. 01 By: kirinda I woke with a start, and as I swam back to consciousness I couldn't remember where I was. In the dull pre-dawn light, I could see the grey outlines of the furniture, not your typical hotel room items - an enormous sofa, coffee table, a giant desk, some arm chairs, a fireplace, even a small dining table by the window. I squinted to focus on the coffee table and saw two glasses and an empty champagne bottle. I spotted my dress thrown carelessly over the back of the sofa together with a man's pair of suit trousers. A knot of apprehension twisted my stomach and I turned slowly to my right to look at the recumbent form beside me. He had pulled the sheet across his lower body, but even in the dim light I could make out the hair across his broad chest trickling to a thin line over the contours of his abdomen and down beneath the sheet. From the outline I could see his erection and not for the first time I marvelled at his stamina. I felt a flush of arousal and images flashed in front of my eyes; the look on his face when his probing fingers found how I wet I was for him, the shape of his muscles as I removed his shirt, his hands reaching for my breasts as I rode him to a mind-blowing climax. I groaned quietly to myself and summoned the energy to get out of bed in order to make my escape. As I sat up, he reached for me. "Where are you going?" he asked, his voice thick and husky. "To the bathroom," I whispered. "Go back to sleep." As I navigated my way there, I looked for the rest of my clothes but they were scattered everywhere, damning evidence of a serious mistake on my part. I gathered as much as I could find in the half light, went to the bathroom and shut the door. I looked at my reflection with a critical eye. My make-up was passable and there was a brightness to my eyes despite the looming hangover and lack of sleep. But my hair was a mess and I definitely had that post-coital look. I stared guiltily at my reflection. This was not what I'd had in mind. I first noticed Robert when I started working for Smithson's around 18 months ago. Within the first month, I'd had to give a presentation to the board on the PR strategy for the rest of the year and I was very nervous. My boss, Ed, was great, giving me a confidence boosting pep talk before I went in. "I hired you because you know what you're doing and you get results," he said. "You know something they don't so just go in and tell them. You'll be fine." The presentation began well and Ed gave me an encouraging smile. As I began to relax, I started looking round the small room, briefly making eye contact with everyone, most of whom I'd met before. Everyone seemed to be receptive to what I was saying and my confidence grew. But there was one person I hadn't met. A dark-haired man was standing at the back, lounging against the wall, looking bored. The first time I caught his gaze, the energy radiating from his cold blue eyes almost stopped my heart and the words died on my tongue. I grabbed the glass of water in front of me and took a sip, regained my train of thought and continued with the presentation. I didn't look at him again but I felt his gaze on me continuously. I began to feel uncomfortably warm. When I asked for questions from the floor, he made straight for the door. I watched his athletic frame disappear with a mixture of curiosity and disappointment and then fielded the questions that the others were putting to me. "You did brilliantly, well done," Ed said later as we were heading down stairs. "Who was the one who left early?" I asked, hesitantly, not wanting to draw too much attention to my curiosity. "That's Robert Wolfe, don't mind him. He can be a bit abrupt sometimes and he's not a great believer in the need for marketing. Unless you're doing something ops-related you won't run into him often." That's a shame, I thought. There was definitely something about him that was dangerously attractive. A few months later I received an email from Robert asking me to spare him half an hour when he was next at our head office. He was heading up our carbon reduction initiative which needed communication, so he wanted to pick my brains. At first I was delighted. I have what my friends call a tree-hugging obsession with climate change and the opportunity to help our distribution business reduce its carbon footprint, plus all the communication and PR around it, sounded brilliant. But Robert had a prickly reputation, flew around the country and when he couldn't he drove a huge gas-guzzler of a car. Plus he was known for his dislike of what he called soft skills and was notoriously difficult to work with. The more I thought about it the more I worried, so I spent more time than usual preparing for the meeting. I knocked on his door and went straight in. He was on the phone but waved at me to sit at the meeting table. He walked over to the door and shut it, then turned to look out the window and continued talking. I realised it was the first time I'd heard him speak and his voice was very deep and resonant, with a soft West Country burr to it, so incongruous with his tough reputation and the power almost crackling from him. I watched him pacing in front of the window, his energy seemingly boundless. Robert was of average height but he seemed taller. His shoulders were broad and muscular, his biceps well defined through his tailored shirt. As he ran a hand through his dark hair, I saw muscles ripple down his back. Although he wasn't thin, there didn't seem to be an ounce of spare flesh on him. His hair was dark but I noticed the beginnings of grey at his temples and wondered how old he was. As his phone call drew to a close, he came over to where I still hovered and shook my hand. His grasp was strong and warm. "I don't think we've been properly introduced," he said, his ice-blue eyes boring into mine. His look sent a shiver down my spine and butterflies fluttered in my belly. "I'm Robert Wolfe, Operations Director." "Anna Carrington, Marketing," I stammered, blushing like a school girl. The contact with his hand was making me uncomfortably warm. "Yes, I know," he said releasing my hand and sitting down. "The colouring in department." I must have gasped for immediately he laughed, a deep rumble entirely without humour. "Joke, girl," he said, "Only a joke." The rest of the meeting did not go well. I had prepared a lot of comparative information but Robert immediately dismissed a great deal of it. "Don't think this is about saving the planet," he growled, "Because of what we do, we pay high penalties in tax and this will help us get some of it back. That's all." "Then why do you need me?" I snapped without thinking. My back was already up from his opening comment and as he'd been picking holes in my ideas, I was getting more and more defensive. "Oh calm down, girl, I'm just telling it how it is," his stern expression hadn't softened but there was amusement in his tone and his eyes were almost twinkling. "I need you to tell it how it isn't." "I won't lie," I said defiantly. "I'm not asking you to lie, just add some what do you call it -- spin," he almost spat the word out. "Bring some pretty posters and leaflet designs to the steering group meeting in three weeks and leave the real work to the rest of us." "Fine," I shot back. "But you have to at least agree to a reduction target or this project won't be taken seriously and we'll never get accredited." I gathered my papers and walked to the door. He stood quickly, blocking my path. "Don't walk away from me, girl," he growled, his eyes flashing dangerously. As I turned back to face him, the feral animosity radiating from him was quite intimidating. He raised a hand to the door, preventing my exit. I could feel my knees shaking and my heart was hammering away in my chest under his ferocious gaze, a strange mixture of fear and something else as well. "Who do you think you are?" he snarled, glaring at me. "You come waltzing into the business in your tight little skirts and think you can flirt around to get what you want." His eyes travelled down my body, taking in the roundness of my breasts and curve of my hips. I pressed myself back into the door, unable to escape from his marauding stare and not a little intimidated by his aggression. "Just because you're Ed's golden girl doesn't mean you can tell me what to do." At that, I lifted my chin with a defiance I didn't feel and returned his stare. I had worked very hard since joining the business and sales had increased noticeably. Yes, I enjoyed unprecedented support from my boss, but it was because I was good at what I did and unlike some people, I considered getting on with people a better way to succeed than bullying. "Let me out please," I said through gritted teeth. He stared down at me for a moment, an inscrutable look in his eyes. Then he stepped away from the door and turned his back on me. I took that as a dismissal and left the room, my emotions in turmoil. I had known he would be difficult to work with but I was annoyed by the way his attack became personal. The rage I had incited in him seemed somewhat over the top but I was mostly annoyed by the conflicting feelings his actions had on me. On the one hand I was furious at the misogynistic way he had treated me but on the other hand he had awoken something deep within me that I hadn't felt in a long time - arousal. The steering group meeting didn't go well either. I was nervous about presenting my work to him because of our previous meeting and it had become very important to me to prove myself to him. But as it turned out, I needn't have worried. Because the data we were collecting would enable us to get a massive tax reduction if we could prove we were reducing our carbon footprint, it was vitally important to the project so it was discussed endlessly. It would be the focal point of all my communications, too, but even though I had a slot on the agenda, the meeting drew to a close without my being asked to present it all. I was furious. I had worked extremely hard on this project, named it, branded it, designed a print and poster campaign and even got the depots involved. I stopped Robert as he was packing up. "Can I have a word, please?" I asked as he was packing his bag. "If you keep it brief," he said, not looking up. "I've got a flight to catch." I flushed. It was not my fault the meeting had run over and I needed him to sign off on the logo and branding before I could do any more. "We need to review the communication plan," I said, "Just have a quick look at these designs before you go and I can present the full drafts at the next meeting." I placed my folder on top of his laptop so that he couldn't brush me off. "I don't have time for the colouring in department," he snapped, pushing my work away. "Do you really think this is going to make a blind bit of difference to global warming? How naive are you?" I stared at him and bit back an angry remark. I turned to pick up documents but in my haste I managed to knock them all over the floor. "Oh, for god's sake," he muttered, as he stuffed his laptop in his bag and bent to help me collect the scattered papers. As he picked up the leaflet I had drafted, he paused. "Hmm," he said as he scanned the words and images. When handed it back to me and his fingers brushed mine. Jolts of electricity from his touch raced up my arm. I felt my nipples harden and my flush deepened, radiating heat throughout my body. "This isn't bad, Anna. I like the logo, it has real impact." "It draws itself from the project name," I said and then swallowed, my throat dry. He leafed through the remainder of the documents. "Yes, I see that," he said, nodding. "There's some good stuff here." "I-I thought we could commission some promotional items," I stammered, blushing furiously at his unexpected praise. "Pens made from recycled rubber. And we should get everything printed on paper from sustainable sources too." As I looked up from the papers our heads almost collided and I caught the scent of his aftershave, musky and strong. His eyes were burning fiercely and I had to battle the almost overwhelming urge to kiss him. I couldn't have looked away if my life depended on it. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and the spell was broken. He resumed packing his bag while I scrabbled on the floor for the rest of my papers. My thoughts were as scattered as my papers and I only half-heard the receptionist tell him his taxi for the airport had arrived, and his response as he followed her out of the room. Once he had left, I took my time gathering my things in order to compose myself. What on earth had I been thinking, wanting to kiss him? But a tiny thought popped into my head -- how would he have reacted if I had? By the time I got back to my desk, there was a voicemail on my phone. Hesitantly, I dialled in. "Yeah, hi Anna, it's Robert. I'm in the taxi. Look, I'm sorry we didn't get time to look at your work today, but to be quite frank, the data collection and interpretation is more important. If the numbers don't add up, no amount of spin will get us accredited. However, what I saw briefly today looked good so use that logo, get cracking on the leaflet, and order those pens -- but run the costs by me first. Email's fine. Oh, and I'll need you to look at the submission questionnaire to make sure we've got the right amount of flannel, you know what I mean. Anyway, good work. Bye for now." I stared at my phone in blank surprise. Dangerous Attraction Ch. 02 **Thank you so much to DJ for your editing skills and supportive comments, the confidence you have given me is amazing** The next few weeks flew by. Robert had authorised all aspects of my communication plan and the information leaflet had been printed and distributed. The poster campaign had started and the pens were issued, and despite cynical amusement from some quarters I was starting to see them both everywhere. I'd completely rewritten the accreditation questionnaire and, together with the number crunchers, met with the assessor. The numbers did add up and he was very impressed with the communication. Things were looking favourable and Robert had asked me to update the board at the next meeting. I had hardly seen him since the last meeting but he was constantly in my thoughts. When I wasn't working on his project, my mind wandered back to him. I checked his diary constantly, re-read emails he'd sent me, replayed conversations we'd had, let my vivid imagination run riot. It had been a long time since I'd felt attracted to anyone but I was well aware of the fact that this was an obsession bordering on madness. He'd been in head office only once since the steering group meeting and the encounter had done nothing to diminish my feelings for him. He had been heading for the door when I called his name. He paused to look round, spotted me heading towards him and smiled. It stopped my heart. I felt a treacherous blush creep across my cheeks. "Yes, Anna?" "Sorry to catch you on the hop, have you got a minute?" He looked at his watch. "I'll be quick." "I just wanted to let you know that the assessor rang and I got the impression we're going to get accredited." "That's great news," he said, a wide grin stretching across his face. "In no small way due to your hard work. Well done. I have to go," he touched my arm as if to apologise. "We can catch up next week. Thanks." And he was through the door. But I could still feel the ghost of his fingers on the bare skin of my forearm. The day before the board briefing I was at my desk when he came over to ask me how my presentation was going. I turned back to the screen and he stood behind me with his hand resting on the back of my chair. As I went through the slides, he leaned towards the screen and I caught the musky scent of his aftershave. I suddenly found it difficult to breath. "Looks good," he said, his breath hot against my cheek. "Bring it to my office when you're done and we'll go through it." My heart thumped painfully in my chest. Later on, I was in the kitchen filling the kettle when he came in to make himself a cup of coffee. He smiled hello and asked how I was, even though it hadn't been 15 minutes since our last conversation. I placed my mug on the counter, the side emblazoned with the insignia of the football club I supported. "Your team's not doing so well at the moment," he commented as he rinsed his mug under the tap. "No, but we'll bounce back, we always do." We both reached for the coffee at the same time, his hand over mine on the lid. I stared at his hand. His fingers were pleasantly cool against mine and his nails were clean and nicely shaped. Part of me wondered if he filed them. The rest of me was covered in goose bumps of arousal and I was unable to move. He coughed and removed his hand. "After you," he said. "Thank you," I said, spooning coffee into my mug. I turned towards him to open the fridge, but he had gone, his empty mug still on the counter. I finished making both drinks, took mine to my desk and walked slowly towards his office with his drink. He wasn't there either so I left it on his desk. I didn't see him again for the rest of the day. As requested, I had brought the presentation and all my notes to his office, but he had not arrived. The cup of coffee I'd brought him earlier was there, he obviously hadn't been back all day. I didn't wonder where he was for long - I had a stack of notes to organise and the presentation to finalise before tomorrow's meeting. I bent my head over my notes and barely noticed the time go by until people stuck their heads around the door to say goodnight. I looked up from my work and realised it was dark already. With a sigh, I thought about packing up for the night and noticed him leaning against the door frame, watching me. I felt a flush rising and wanted to look away but his intense stare was locked on me and I couldn't move. His scrutiny was both uncomfortable and arousing. I felt heat stirring in my loins and became acutely aware of my nipples tightening. "Still here, girl?" he asked, continuing to hold me with his inscrutable gaze. "Don't you have a home to go to?" "Yes," I said, but it was cold and empty and I didn't want to be there. I wanted to be here, with Robert, but I had no idea how to let him know or how he would react. I coughed nervously and stuttered, "You wanted to see the presentation. I don't have anywhere to be this evening so unless you have a flight to catch..." "No, I'm staying up here tonight," he said. "We have the board meeting tomorrow when the rest of them get back from Germany, remember?" I flushed at my stupidity, but if he noticed he didn't comment. "Let's have a look at what you've got then." I set up the projector and ran through the first few slides. He shut the door and took the chair next to mine, our knees touching underneath the table. I tried to concentrate as I flicked through the slides but I could feel the heat radiating from his body, as it was radiating from mine. I glanced over at him, trying to gauge his reaction to the presentation but he wasn't looking at the screen, he was looking directly at me. His blue eyes were moving swiftly around my face and my heart sped up to a frantic pace. I quickly turned back to the presentation, but as I started again I felt his hand rest gently on my thigh. Immediately, butterflies began in my stomach and the heat I felt before intensified. I began to stutter again, losing my place in my notes as his hand squeezed me gently. I realised that he was waiting for some signal or response from me. My mind raced as I tried to decide how to react but I couldn't deny the way he made me feel, so I took a deep breath and placed my hand over his, curling my fingers into his palm. I heard him shift in his seat, felt him take my hand in both of his. I tried to carry on talking as his fingers traced the lines on my palm. When he began to massage my hand, I felt my insides turn to liquid. Then he raised my hand to his lips and peppered the inside of my wrist with kisses which felt like tiny fireworks that shot straight down between my legs. My voice caught in my throat, so I gave up on the presentation and turned to face him. "Robert, I..." "Shut up, girl," he growled and pulling me towards him he kissed me hard. The ferocity made me gasp and Robert took full advantage of my parted lips, his tongue plundered my mouth until it found mine and circled it, drawing it into his own. He raised one hand to my cheek and ran his thumb along the line of my jaw. It felt like a line of hot fire and sent tingles right across my body. My thoughts were swirling everywhere. Robert Wolfe was kissing me. I was utterly unable to resist him. I didn't want to resist him. I wanted him to do this and more, much more. I snaked one hand up his arm to the back of his neck and began to kiss him back. I poured every pent-up frustration of the last few weeks into my kisses and his response was immediate. His skilful tongue battled with mine as he returned my fervour with an intensity that took me by surprise. Slowly his hand moved from my face, his fingers left red hot trails down my neck as his hand moved to my breast, causing me to shiver. I was enraptured but it was all moving very fast. Breathless, I pulled away to look at him. I scanned his face, not sure what I was looking for, but when my eyes met his, I saw my hunger mirrored in his penetrating gaze and it made me bold. I drew myself in for another kiss and began to slide onto his lap. As our tongues met again I pressed my hips against his, leaving him in no doubt about what I wanted. He growled incoherently, his tongue plundering further into my mouth and he grabbed my hips, lifting me bodily onto the table. My notes scattered everywhere. He started undoing the buttons of my dress to expose my bra, his kisses insistent and passionate. He lifted his lips from mine to stare hungrily at my half naked body and his hands slid my dress and bra straps off my shoulders, trapping my arms against my side. The coolness of the air-conditioned office hit my boiling skin like ice and in the frigid air my nipples stiffened painfully with arousal. "Beautiful," he murmured, his accent curling around the word, making it almost musical. My senses were dazzled as his mouth descended to my breasts. As his tongue circled one nipple, his fingers massaged and teased the other, eliciting from me small whimpers of delight and desire. I had forgotten how good this felt. The tingling increased to a tension almost unbearable. I arched my back towards him. My breathing, already ragged, began coming in short gasps. He raised his head to look at me in amusement. "Don't stop," I gasped. "Robert, please don't stop." "Oh, I'm not going to stop," he said, a laugh deep in his throat, his piercing blue eyes dark with desire. One hand trailed down my stomach to my thigh and finished undoing all the buttons on my dress. Through heavy lidded eyes I watched him as his fingers twitched my knickers aside. When he found how wet I was he almost groaned. He reached up to knead one breast as he eased a finger inside me, first one then two. Slowly he withdrew them only to thrust firmly within me once more. The moan that escaped from my lips seemed deafening in the deserted office. His touch was gentle but firm, exquisite. He dragged his thumb across my clitoris. It felt like a current of electricity was charging through my nerve endings, radiating everywhere, tension building throughout my body. He kissed me again with a thoroughness that left me gasping, his tongue keeping pace with his fingers. My hips began to move of their own accord and my thighs shook in ecstasy as he increased the tempo and began massaging my clit with his thumb. The pleasure was almost too much to bear but impossible to resist. "Come for me," he commanded, kissing me harder. As he curled his fingers inside me to touch my G-spot, I exploded, my orgasm ripping through my body like an earthquake and my senses scattered. I wailed against his tongue as wave after wave of pleasure rippled through my tense body, almost overwhelming me completely and leaving me trembling with passion. This was like nothing I'd ever known. "Good girl," Robert said as he gently lifted me off the hard surface of the table. "Now I've only one question – where can we continue this?" Dangerous Attraction Ch. 03 **Once again, thanks to DJ for editing this, and for your conversation - K** I re-buttoned my dress, my hands shaking from the aftermath of my orgasm. I couldn't believe what had just happened. Robert Wolfe had kissed me. Robert Wolfe had broken down every barrier and plundered me like a ripe fruit. Robert Wolfe had stripped me almost bare and made me come like no one else. Totally confused by the complete surprise of the situation, I started gathering my scattered notes. Oh god, the presentation, I thought, panic rising. I whirled around to face him. "What about the presentation?" I asked him, but he just laughed, a deep throaty chuckle that was warm and reassuring, so different from his usual bark. "It's finished, it's great," he said. "You will be brilliant. Now the security guard will be doing his rounds in a minute and I'm not done with you this evening." This statement sent more shivers across my body and I smiled tentatively as I looked up into his electric blue eyes. I thought about my empty house. "Well, I could do with a drink," I murmured. "My hotel it is then," he chuckled. "Come on, girl." On the drive over I wondered how this would work. Would we sit chastely in the hotel bar? What if there was someone else from Smithson's staying? It was a possibility, as it was the closest hotel to the head office. All these thoughts whirled round my head, but once I'd parked my car next to his in the car park and walked into reception, he was already standing by the lift, a bottle and two glasses in his hand. He motioned me towards the lift and as the doors closed behind me, he leaned down for another kiss. This one was softer, the urgency held back but no less ardent than before. When we reached his room, I opened the door and held it for him. Once inside, I stared around the room in amazement. My eye was drawn to an enormous ancient stone fireplace, the focal point of the room. Above it hung a large oil painting. There was a deep-seated sofa opposite, scattered with heavy brocade cushions. In front of it was a beautiful Persian rug with an antique coffee table at its centre. Set in one wall were French doors which opened onto a tiny balcony and next to it was a small dining table complete with four chairs. I caught a glimpse of a more modern-looking bathroom through a door at the far end of the room. There were table lamps set in corners which, as Robert turned them on, added a beautiful softness to the room. All the soft furnishings were opulent and elegant. Robert was opening the champagne while watching me as I stumbled round the room, half smiling at my wonder. I turned my head and gaped at the magnificent four-poster bed complete with curtains embroidered in exquisite detail. It was a bedroom fit for a king and I felt somewhat out of place. I backed away from the giant bed and bumped into a large ornate desk and all the modern gadgets required for work, looking strangely out of place. The sound of the cork popping startled me out of my reverie and I watched as Robert poured us both a glass. "To a surprising evening," he said, as he handed me a glass of champagne and I flushed as his fingers lingered over mine. "I do like the way you do that. I first noticed it in when you presented to the board." My flush deepened as I remembered the confusion his gaze had aroused in me but I smiled at him. We chinked glasses and I took a sip, the tiny bubbles fizzing gently around my mouth. "Although I much preferred your more feisty reaction at our first meeting," he said, and I almost choked on my champagne. "You – you were horrible to me," I spluttered. "Yes," he said, stepping toward me. "I'm not going to apologise for it, but it produced the desired result in your work. Your approach was too fluffy before. It's nigh on impossible to engage those involved in distribution to reduce carbon emissions and you came up with a punchy, engaging and above all innovative campaign. And look at the results – we are actually reducing our carbon footprint." I stared at him, torn between whether to be pleased by his praise or outraged at his admission of manipulation. Frowning, I looked down at the tiny bubbles in my glass. "You know champagne has quite a high carbon footprint because of the weight of the bottle," I babbled, "But they've begun to redesign it to make it lighter which will..." "Oh shut up, girl," he growled softly as he leaned down to kiss me gently on the lips, then across my jaw line and down my neck. His hands slipped around my waist, slowly drawing me towards him. "I can see you're angry with me," he murmured, his breath hot in my ear. "You are free to go at any time." Part of me wanted to laugh at this. If he had any idea how much I wanted this to happen, or for how long, he would understand it was impossible for me to leave him. I was utterly and irrevocably under his control, had been since the first time he had stared at me across the boardroom. I cursed myself silently as he left a trail of hot little kisses down my neck into the hollow of my collar bone and back up to just behind my ear. "But if you leave me now," he whispered, his teeth gently nipping my ear lobe, "I don't think I could stand it. I wanted you from the moment you walked out on me in that first meeting. I was furious. No one's ever done that to me before." One hand gently kneaded a buttock while the other trailed up from my hip to undo the buttons of my dress once more. As he removed my dress he walked us back towards the sofa. Sitting down, he pulled me on top of him. I could feel his erection through his trousers and was certain he could feel the heat of my arousal too. "When you'd gone, all I could think about was how much I'd wanted to kiss you." He slipped a strap off my shoulder and pressed my exposed nipple into his mouth while the other hand expertly removed my bra, freeing my other breast. His tongue maddeningly circled my nipple until it was taut with arousal. I entwined my arms around his neck and began to rock gently back on forth upon him, eliciting a moan from him. His teeth nipped my nipple and I yelped. He raised his head and I looked down into his smiling eyes, his gaze no longer fierce but no less penetrating. "After that I tried to avoid you," he said, moving his hips against mine. I undid the buttons on his shirt and began to trace the contours of his muscles as he continued to talk. "When I left you in the kitchen earlier, I had no intention of returning to my office till you'd gone, but I underestimated your dedication to your job." My hands traced the line of hair that disappeared into his trousers and I began to undo his belt and fly, but he caught me up in his arms and laid me back against the deep cushions of the sofa. He sat back to admire me and I blushed self-consciously at his frank perusal of my body. "I was standing at the door for ten minutes watching you work, focussed and intense. After that, I couldn't help myself," he murmured, as he slid my knickers off and bent down to inhale my scent. I shivered in anticipation. He eased himself off the sofa so he was level with my hips. "I realise I was taking a huge risk tonight," he murmured again, parting my legs and kissing the inside of my thigh, one hand caressing my hip bone sending shivers all up one side of my body. "But you surprised me with your kisses in return. I've never in my life been kissed like that. You took my breath away, girl." His kisses had reached my groin and he ran his tongue up, stopping to suck gently on my clitoris. I couldn't help the moan that escaped from me and my hips moved involuntarily against his face. I felt him laugh gently and the vibrations sent shivers of anticipation all over my body. "So do not leave me now, girl, because I don't think I could take it." And with that he suddenly plunged his hot tongue inside me and his thumb moved to my clit. I practically screamed. I felt a release of moisture as his tongue penetrated me over and over again. My thighs began to shake as his fingers replaced his tongue and he moved his mouth further up to play with my clit once more, alternating between nibbling and sucking. I had never felt anything as heavenly as this before and I couldn't keep still under his ministrations, my legs trembled around his face. I felt my orgasm approaching and my hands grabbed at the cushions as I began to tense my muscles. Robert must have too, for his pace increased and he pulled my clit into his mouth and tickled it with his tongue. It was too much for me and my orgasm peaked and burst with a ferocity even more intense than last time. I couldn't help but scream as wave after wave of pleasure ripped through my body, leaving me floating in a haze of joy. When I finally opened my eyes, he was looking down at me with amusement. "What's so funny?" I demanded. "You," he said, "You are utterly, beautifully bewitching" – I stopped his mouth with a lingering kiss to let him know he'd done enough talking for now. Still kissing him, I began to sit up so I could slide his shirt off his shoulders. Across his chest was a delicious mat of dark hair over sculpted muscles. I ran my hands over his torso, drawing from him shivers of pleasure. His hands wandered to my nipples but I swatted them away and pushed him back down against the cushions. He broke the kiss with a grin and put his hands behind his head. I slipped to the floor, pulling his trousers with me and knelt in front of him. Throwing his trousers over the back of the sofa, I freed his cock. It was long and thick and very hard. I wrapped my hands around it, my fingers only just touching, and began to rub up and down its length. It was straining in my hands like it would spring free of its own accord any second. I looked up at him, a smile in my eyes, as I placed the head of his cock to my lips. He smiled back at me, his blue eyes as intense as ever as I took him slowly into my mouth, my tongue firmly pressed against the underside. Then I began to move my head back and forth upon him, my hands mimicking my actions along his shaft. He groaned with pleasure and with his head rolled back against the cushions, his hands began to stroke my hair. I concentrated intently on the rhythmic movement of my hands and mouth, then pulled away to let my tongue swirl around the head, returning to bobbing my head firmly on his growing cock. I repeated this till I felt his hands begin to pull my hair, trying to quicken my movements. I stopped moving, but only for a second as slowly, ever so slowly, I took his full length into my mouth, letting him slide down my throat. He released my hair and held himself completely still as I pulled back only to take him again, as slowly as before. After a minute of this, I began to wonder how close he was. "Stop it, girl," he groaned, "The devil's in that mouth of yours." Pretty close then. I released him from my mouth as his hands reached to pull me to him. As our naked bodies met I kissed him fervently, pressing my hot sex against his tumescent erection. His hands moved to my hips and, lifting me as if I weighed nothing, he pulled me down onto him, filling me utterly. We both groaned in unison. He let me stay there for a minute to accommodate his considerable size, then lifted me again and drove himself up into me, causing me to cry out in pleasure. He continued to raise my hips off him then pull me firmly onto him and I felt my internal muscles beginning to flutter, my arousal inflamed once more, so I began to ride him quickly, adding a twist every time I descended on his now throbbing cock. His hands moved to my breasts and he pulled at my nipples, each time adding a shock of pleasure to the building climax and I began to gasp with every movement. I placed one hand on his shoulder and, looking into his eyes, I reached for my clit, rubbing it in time with our movements. I had always thought his eyes were icy but when he raised them to mine they were so full of passion and desire that it sent me over the edge and I came harder than I ever had before. Waves of pleasure ripped through me and as I continued to ride him, I began to climb higher as another orgasm tore through me, overtaking the previous one. My muscles clenched and released around him repeatedly and I felt him tugging at my hips in a frantic effort to join me. Still locked in his gaze, I watched as his face contorted into a grimace of pleasure as his release pulsed inside me. With that I collapsed against him, unable to speak or think. All I could do was pant into his hair as he clasped me to him. After an eternity, he lifted me from him. "Let's move to somewhere more comfortable," he said, holding me close to him as we stumbled to the bed on shaking legs. We got into bed and he wrapped himself around me, pulling me close to him, kissing my hair. I had never felt so safe and protected, strange really, as only twelve hours before I had been afraid of him. How strange that feeling was now, I thought, as I began to drift off. Dangerous Attraction Ch. 04 The hand between my legs caressed me so gently that at first I wondered if I was dreaming. Then his other hand circled my nipple and teased it to a taut pinnacle. I could feel his erection thickening against my buttocks. He started kissing the back of my neck, the particularly sensitive bit between my shoulder blades. I tried to keep my breathing even and stay as still as possible but I couldn't suppress a shiver when he kissed me there. I felt more than heard him laugh against my back. "You are awake, then, girl?" he asked. In answer, I pressed my buttocks back onto his cock and placed my hand over his at my breast. He shifted slightly behind me and raised my hips a little. Then he swiftly entered me with one firm movement. From this angle his penetration was deep and I couldn't hold back a moan of pleasure. He wrapped one strong arm around my waist as he withdrew agonisingly slowly. His other hand still toyed gently with my clit, teasing it to a tight, pulsing point of pleasure that sent tremors down my thighs at every stroke. I felt a rush of arousal as he penetrated me again, grinding himself against me, his fingers thrumming over my clit. I tried to meet his thrusts by pushing back against him but his arm tightened around my waist preventing any movement. Trapped against him and completely at his mercy, I surrendered and let his firm strokes lead me towards another climax. The hand at my waist moved to the other nipple, tweaking and teasing it to tautness. His kisses at my neck sent shivers all over me. He ran a hand along my back, forcing me to arch away from him allowing him to penetrate even deeper, driving my desire to dizzy heights. I could feel my orgasm building and my internal muscles began to flutter. Just when I thought I could take no more I began to hurtle over the edge and came with what felt like a huge explosion of pleasure. I shook with the energy of this release, senses spinning everywhere as the ecstasy rushed through me like a torrent. He held me with one hand at the back of my neck and the other at my hip as he thrust within me, seeking his own satisfaction in an almost mindless frenzy. I felt his hot breath grow fast and ragged as he plunged faster and deeper within me. Abruptly his movements stopped, then he growled, his whole body shaking as he poured himself into me in violent, shuddering spurts, one fist curled into my hair, his fingers digging deeply into the flesh on my hips. Then he collapsed against me, burying his face in my neck with an intimacy I found shattering. After a while, he began to relax and his breathing slowed. I snuggled back into his embrace and went back to sleep. * I shook my head as if to dislodge the memories, pulled my fingers through my hair and started pulling on my clothes. As I left the bathroom, I found him awake and a light on. "Making your escape, then?" I nodded and continued looking about for my shoes. He got up, wrapping the sheet around himself. "Why?" How to answer, I mused, so many thoughts swirled through my head. I wasn't ready to face the real reason I was leaving but the other one that stood out was fear. I was afraid of the passion we had shared last night, afraid of what it might mean, afraid of its impact on our working relationship. But most of all, I was back to being afraid of him. "This is wrong, it shouldn't have happened." I found one shoe and saw the other under one of the chairs. "Not true, this should have happened weeks ago. Try again, girl." He reached for me and wrapped his arms around me. I made a feeble attempt to free myself but he tightened his grip and raised a hand to stroke my cheek. The gentleness of his touch was like hot lava and ran through my body, ending between my legs with a jolt. "I have to go home, get a shower, prepare for later," I muttered. "Bollocks," he said roughly, startling me. "You are already prepared and as it's only 4am. If you stay another 3 hours you've still got time to go home and get changed." I looked up into his eyes and saw they were bright with passion and twinkling with amusement. He entwined his hand in my hair and pulled me into a kiss so deep my head swam and my knees went weak. I moaned against his tongue as he plundered my mouth and all thoughts of leaving scattered. He gently broke the kiss and pulled away to look at me. "Well?" he said, his blue eyes laughing as he held me up with one arm. "Lost for words, girl? Makes a nice change." I dropped my shoe and snaked my hands up around his neck, digging my nails in where I'd learned he liked it. He responded with a growl, lifted me up, pushed me down on the bed and laid full length on top of me. Heat radiated from him as he ripped the sheet from between us and I felt his erection pressing insistently against my hip. I released his head to wriggle of out of my dress yet again and he broke the kiss to help me. As soon as it hit the floor his mouth was on my nipples, his hot tongue laving one, his fingers pinching the other and I felt the first flutters of an orgasm building already. His legs eased my thighs apart and I felt his cock impatiently nudging against me, where I was already wet with the knowledge of what was to come. He lifted his head from my breast. "Look at me," he commanded. So I raised my eyes to his as I wrapped my legs around the small of his back and pulled him into me, my fear temporarily abating. He thrust forward, and as he bottomed out he paused, his piercing blue eyes never leaving mine. I ached with a need I hadn't felt in a long time - had thought I would never feel again. Impatiently, I wriggled my hips. "Still think this is wrong?" he said, as he slowly withdrew, one hand stilling my impatient movements. "Robert, please..." I whispered back as my internal muscles contracted around him, trying to keep him inside me. "What do you want?" he whispered in my ear as he slowly entered me again. "Ah, god," I gasped, as he filled my whole world, eclipsing everything. "Just don't stop." "I couldn't if I wanted to, girl," he muttered into my hair; his movements increased in pace. Every move he made caused me to cry out in delicious joy and at that moment in time nothing else mattered. * Robert was asleep when I had eventually left, this time determined to make no sound. Once home I crawled into my own bed and tried to get some more sleep but my mind was in turmoil. What the hell had I just done? It was one thing to have a pathetic crush on someone, but quite another to follow through on my desires and to such a degree. He was a director and I was risking my career for this, this... what was this? And besides, I shouldn't be with anyone... What on earth was I doing? I sighed and dragged myself into a hot shower in order to ease my aching body. As I drove into the car park the butterflies started again. But I wasn't nervous about the presentation, or about seeing Robert after last night. I was terrified that it would be patently obvious that something had happened between us and I didn't want anyone to know, not until I'd worked out what the hell it all meant. I was still mulling this over while making a coffee when Julia, the MD's PA came rushing into the kitchen. "Anna, thank goodness I've found you," she said, rather dramatically. "Everything alright, Jules?" I asked, for she looked unusually flustered. "No it's not. They've shut the airport due to high winds so the Ireland team have been diverted to Manchester and aren't here yet." They were due on in a few minutes, an hour and a half before me. "Did the board get here ok, or are they stuck in Germany?" I asked, hoping for the latter. "No, they landed late last night so we're going ahead. But I've had to jig everyone around -- any chance you could go in now?" Julia gave me a pleading look as my stomach dropped through the floor. "Of --of course," I stammered, "No problem." "Great," she said looking relieved. "I'll let them know. Five minutes, ok?" And she was gone. I went back to my desk to collect my notes and the data stick with the presentation on it and noticed my phone message light was blinking. I held my breath. Who on earth would ring me at work at just before 9am? Tentatively I lifted the handset and dialled in. It was the assessor. He was ringing to inform me that our application was successful and we had achieved the Carbon Trust Standard. Delighted, I rang him back to thank him for letting me know and that I would make the announcement straight away. He gave me the contact details of the PR department so I could apply for logo usage and comments for the press release. No longer nervous, I practically skipped into the boardroom. The first person I saw when I walked in was my boss, Ed. He nodded hello and smiled. I smiled back at him and looked round the room at everyone. Lounging in his chair at the far end of the room, Robert's trademark sardonic look was in place and didn't move as my eye met his. A myriad of images from the night before flooded my mind and I suppressed a sigh, took a deep breath and began to speak. "Good morning, everyone. Before I start I would like to let you know that we have received accreditation for our carbon reduction project and we can now display the Carbon Trust Standard!" I beamed at everyone. "Well, we should do it, we bloody paid enough for it," Robert's now familiar burr rumbled from the back to chuckles from around the room. "At least now I don't have to get a Prius, and thank god I can fly home." The chuckles turned to laughter. It felt as if someone had dropped an icy bucket of water on me. I couldn't believe it. His biting sarcasm felt like he was belittling me personally. Flushing I got through my presentation in record time and when I asked for questions I really hoped there would be none, but Robert asked me to explain the next steps to the board. I flicked to the back-up slides that outlined the next steps and told the board that every depot would be receiving their own personal reduction targets in order to contribute to the overall company reduction target of three per cent, year on year. There was a murmur round the table. I knew the targets were ambitious but the number crunchers, the assessor and I thought they were achievable. Also, they were a vital part of the reaccreditation process we would have to go through. When I looked at Robert for confirmation he didn't say anything but the look in his eye was bordering on murderous. "If that's everything...?" I shot a glance around the room and apart from another smile to Ed, I left the room at high speed. I spent the next three hours working on little bits and pieces, unable to concentrate on any one project for longer than a few minutes at a time. Then as lunchtime drew close, Robert came out of the board room and made straight for my desk. "My office," he glowered, "Now." And he strode away. I stood up slowly and followed him down the corridor, my heart thumping loudly in my chest. I had spent the early hours of the morning worrying that it would be obvious that there was something between us but the mood he was in gave nothing away. In fact, I hadn't seen him like this for a couple of months at least. A knot of apprehension formed in my stomach. He was not happy with me at all. On the way to Robert's office I passed Ed's and although he was on the phone he gave me a big grin and a massive thumbs up as I walked passed. At least he was pleased with me, I thought. Robert's door was closed when I reached it so I knocked, went straight in and shut the door behind me. He was pacing the room, much like he had the first time I'd been in his office, although now it felt like I was in a room with an enraged lion. "What the hell was that earlier?" he growled. Although he kept his voice low, the menace in it was unmistakable. I swallowed. I knew I had to stand up for myself on this or I would be lost forever. "We agreed last week that we were going to set these targets," I said, my voice calm despite the racing of my heart. "And I might ask you the same thing -- your comment about the Prius?" He continued to stare at me, his blue eyes once again radiating intense energy. Keeping eye contact with him was really hard but somehow I managed to maintain it. Abruptly, he turned away from me and ran a hand through his hair. "Why didn't you tell me we'd got the Standard?" he said without turning round. "Because he called first thing," I answered. "And I would have told you first but the guys from Ireland got diverted to Manchester so I had to go straight in." I understood that he was angry but I was sure I had made sound decisions and had thought he agreed with them. Then I remembered that we hadn't actually got round to the back-up slides last night so he wouldn't have known I had them prepared. My heart was painfully constricted in my chest. "Robert, look," He turned towards me, his expression still stern. "Those slides were done last night," I paused, waiting to see how he reacted. After all, I'd had no acknowledgement from him that anything had happened last night. "And we didn't get to them," he finished for me, and a smile appeared fleetingly on his lips. "Ok. Fine. Well we need to go over the PR plan for this. It looks like I'm not going to be able to get home tonight with the airport still closed so we can pick this up tomorrow, ok?" "Ok," I swallowed. I desperately wanted to talk about last night and what the hell it all meant but I couldn't bring myself to say the words. I turned, blinking back tears of confusion, and walked straight into Ed. "There you are, Robert, we're about to start again. Great job Anna, excellent news about the Carbon Trust." Ed was his usual effervescent self and didn't seem to notice my churning emotions. "Let's have a drink tonight to celebrate accreditation. We're all stranded at the hotel, so come down after work. Get the others to come along." "There's no need," Robert growled, his stern expression returning. "Of course there is," Ed said, smiling at me, "Anna and the team have done very well, they deserve the recognition." "Okay, yes," I forced a smile for Ed's thoughtfulness. "Great," he said, "Come on Robert." They both left the room.