Tony's
Four in the afternoon already. Rae knew Killian was annoyed. He'd been forced to sit in on a conference call with the other partners, and it lasted for well over an hour. After that one fire after another needed to be put out, and he ended up spending the majority of the day on his phone. Those moments when he interacted with her, his expression would soften and his eyes told her very clearly what he was thinking about. Otherwise she sat at her desk working on a to do list from Stella, occasionally wincing when she shifted, which elicited a smile every time. She couldn't believe Killian managed to make her feel good, almost giddy, about having a sore ass.
Her phone buzzed and Killian said, "Rae, I need your assistance."
When she walked into his office he was rolling up his sleeves. "Yes sir?"
"Please take a seat on the chaise."
She walked over to the chaise and studied it, really hoping he didn't want her to pose in some hypersexualized position. He joined her and looked at her expectantly.
"What is it exactly you're looking for here?"
He gave her a half smile and said, "You're my inspiration sunshine-"
"Please," she said, almost rolling her eyes.
"But you are, and have been before."
"That sounds stalkery."
"Stalkery?" he said amused. "I don't think that's a legal term." She folded her arms and waited, which only made him grin ear to ear. "I win, more often than not, and one of my tricks is to pick a person I want to win for. Someone that inspires me to succeed. You have been that person on more than one occasion."
"Why would you want to impress me?" she asked doubtfully.
"Not impress, win for. It's different."
"So the money to pay off my debts is really mine then," she said. "Considering you wouldn't have it without my inspiring personality."
He raised his eyebrows in surprise and looked at her appraisingly. "You'll no longer have an issue with gifts then I take it. Since you rightfully earned them."
"You have a response for everything."
He smiled and grasped her face. "It's what I do." Kissing her forehead he said, "Just relax and lounge, and let me win for you."
"Ok," she said, and shocked him by walking out of the office. When she returned, notebook in hand, his shock turned to amusement. "This is how I'll relax."
She sat on the chaise, kicked off her heels and leaned back. Crossing one ankle over the other, she started reading through her things to remember list. Killian chuckled under his breath and pulled his phone out of his pocket. He put an earpiece in and his phone rang. She focused on her notes only half listening as Killian casually paced the room sparring with another attorney. She wasn't comfortable being an object, inspirational or otherwise, so she kept her gaze on the notebook and tried to pretend his eyes weren't on her.
"So I've been told," Killian said. "But we both know your proof is a mirage, disappearing every time someone gets close."
He circled the chaise, his barbs cutting, and fired off at lightning speed. The predator was out in full force, the coiled power rolling off him in waves. He ran a hand along her cheek, the current created in his wake hot, cold, fire and water. She shivered, the current a rod of power coursing through her. His hands dropped to her shoulders and after a gentle squeeze, his fingers drifted to her neck and back. The languid touch was hypnotic, the discomfort syphoned away with every tender stroke. He moved around the chaise, his hands wandering over her body, the current rising from her to him and back. She read and reread an item a good ten times before giving up and closing her eyes. Killian crouched down and continued to explore, while not changing his tone in the slightest. There was no urgency or roughness, no lesson to be learned. His touch was gentle and tender, soothing and arousing. He paid attention to her responses, smiling when he elicited a deeper intake of breath or a sigh.
The light swirl of his fingers on the inside of her elbow was an explosion of pleasure that lit the bonfire between her legs. Her eyes flew open, and when he moved to other she fought the shudder, but he saw it. Victory and satisfaction crossed his gaze, and then he suddenly barked a laugh. "If anything, those emails vindicate my client."
He leaned over and kissed the corner of her mouth. Light and silent, his warm breath tickled her skin. He egged his opponent on while looking over her face, his dark brown pools of power, liquid chocolate bleeding into his pitch black irises. Killian kissed the other side of her mouth, and then the center, coaxing and inviting, the tip of his tongue sliding along her upper lip. Within moments her lips were grabbing his, the passion simmering quietly, making it almost forbidden, like they were on the verge of getting caught. He'd talk and kiss her, talk and kiss, talk, kiss. She ran her own hands up his chest, the current flowing through them both. It felt like her hair and skin were rising, reaching for the ceiling, and where his fingers went, lightning strikes followed.
All at once Killian took her hand and stood, pulling her up with him. His eyes clearly told her to do the same, to feel every inch of him, to explore. She licked her lips and looked over his body, feeling smaller in the shadow of the king as he decimated another with fewer and fewer words. Unbuttoning his vest, she slipped it off him, then ran her hands up his stomach, across his chest, and back. Her fingers tingled and she walked behind him, following the lines and curves of his back. She reached the top of his pants and tentatively brushed her hands over each cheek. The whole situation was so surreal she wondered briefly if she was dreaming. A sly smile spread across her face and she grabbed his ass, giving it a good squeeze. He jerked a touch, obviously surprised and she moved down to his thighs, sliding the tips of her nails up and down, inside and around. Turnabout was fair play. Feeling the small tremors moving through him was highly satisfying, and she slid her hands down to his ankles and then dragged her fingers up the outside of his thighs to his hips. Pressing herself against him she ran her hands around to his inner thighs, the tips of her fingers barely brushing his fully erect cock. He inhaled deeply, and when she did it again a soft rumble reverberated across his chest.
He laughed and said, "Don't growl at me Nathan. You bet on the losing horse. It's as simple as that."
Killian grasped her arm and pulled around to face him. Loosening her blouse, he exposed her red lace bra and ran his fingers along the edges. Her own breathing deepened and she brushed her hand down the stiffness in his pants. He closed his eyes and she did it again adding more pressure. When she started to move to his legs he grabbed her hands, and guided them to his belt. She raised her eyes to his and he grasped her face, planting more sweet, silent kisses on her lips. Her heart racing, she undid his belt and pants, and stroked him through his boxers. His chest heaved and his mouth overwhelmed hers evoking a tiny noise of surprise in her throat. He smiled, and briefly touched a finger to her lips. Pulling himself free, he went back to caressing the top of her bra, just letting a couple fingers slip underneath.
Looking into his eyes, she stroked him from tip to base, her desire to please him a turn on. The fire within his blazed and his hand slid from the bra to her neck and face, holding her firmly. She used both hands, stroking and squeezing him into a carnal state, his voice never wavering as he pummeled the other lawyer. She moved faster, tempted to get on her knees and take him into her mouth and excited that she wanted too.
He suddenly smiled, his expression victorious. "I'm glad we could come to agreement Nathan. I'll have my people set up the meeting." The phone call ended and he started pushing her down. "I won for you sunshine," he said thickly, as he knees hit the floor. "We won."
He wrapped a hand around hers moving fast, while the other clenched her hair and tilted her face up. All her arousal and excitement vanished. She reacted instinctively. Wrenching her hands free she smacked his legs, knocking him off balance. Surprise flashed across his face, and he stumbled back as she scrambled away, clutching her blouse closed.
It was like a cold bucket of water had been thrown at him, and his first reaction was anger, but seeing her eyes seething and filled with revulsion stopped him short. He forced himself to calm and readjusted his pants. Rolling his neck, he took out the earpiece, dropped it on his desk and turned to Rae. "Explain."
"Never do that to me." She crossed her arms protectively, but didn't say another word.
"Not good enough," he said. "Not for the way you reacted."
"I don't want you jacking off on my face. Some women may not have a problem with it, some may even like it. I'm not one of them. I said there's kink I won't participate in, covering my face in jizz falls into that category. And honestly? Contract or not, you should have checked with me first."
She was truly upset and he wondered if there was a specific reason. Then again, maybe it was an act she flat out found degrading, some did. For him there something incredibly sexy about a woman on her knees, her face upturned, a canvas for him. But now Rae's walls were going up, the intimacy they'd spent the day building crumbling before his eyes. He stepped towards her and she backed away, keeping him at arm's length.
"You're absolutely right," he said. "I got caught up in the moment and didn't think. I'm sorry for betraying your trust." What little of it there was, he added silently. She gave him a brief nod and then walked around the chaise to pick her notebook up off the floor. She reached down to grab her shoes and he said, "Rae, we were enjoying each other, in so many ways."
"I'm glad you won," she said. "But it's almost five and I-"
