“Oh! God, Drew, yes!” she gasped, unable to help herself. “Yes! Please, yes!”
The orgasm rolled over her, much deeper and more intense than the one she’d had the night before when he’d simply been rubbing against her. It was amazing…a release like nothing she’d ever had before and Genevieve felt it everywhere, like a sun going supernova inside her. From the ends of her hair to the tips of her fingers and toes—every part of her body seemed to be tingling with pleasure.
And then, before she knew what was happening, Drew was climbing on top of her, pinning her to the bed with his big body.
“Drew?” She looked up at him, her eyes suddenly wide with fright as she felt the hard length of his naked cock brand her belly. “You said…you promised…”
“Relax, baby.” He looked down at her, his eyes blazing. “We’re going to fake it—remember?”
It didn’t feel very fake to Genevieve, especially when she felt the long, thick shaft spreading the swollen lips of her pussy. But though he rubbed against her in the most intimate way possible, Drew never tried to actually enter her with his cock. Instead, he stayed between her thighs, rubbing against her sensitive clit with his shaft with thrust after thrust until she felt another orgasm building inside her.
Giving in to the pleasure, Genevieve moaned and wrapped her legs around his trim hips. God, what was wrong with her? She shouldn’t be doing this! It was too much—too close to the line she’d drawn for herself! But there was no stopping the man on top of her—his big, muscular body pinned her to the mattress—held her down—dominated her in a way no man had ever dominated her before. Genevieve felt utterly opened…utterly owned when he held her down and thrust against her.
“Drew!” she gasped, looking up at him.
“Kiss me,” he rasped, leaning down to capture her mouth. “Want to kiss you while I make you come, Gen.”
With a little moan, she gave him her mouth, opening for his hungry tongue when he demanded entrance. It tasted of chocolate and of her—her own secret flavor—which turned her on even more. God, this was like some kind of sexual fever dream—she couldn’t believe she was doing it! But when she felt him rubbing over her tender clit with each thrust, she couldn’t help but rub back…and part of her wished he was doing a lot more than just rubbing.
“Drew!” she moaned helplessly, breaking the kiss as she felt a second orgasm rolling over her. “Oh my God, I’m coming! You’re making me come so hard!”
“That’s right, baby—come for me,” he growled softly. “Come all over my cock.”
The dirty talk delivered in that low, growling voice she’d never heard before things had started to get sexual between them, pushed Genevieve over the edge again. She bucked up against him and then, with a low groan, she felt his thick shaft throb against her inner pussy and something hot and wet was spurting against her belly.
They were coming together and no matter what Drew had said about leaving their work relationship out of it, Genevieve knew things would never be quite the same between them again.
We have to stop this, she vowed to herself. We have to go back to just pretending. This is going too far—crossing the line and we’re both going to regret it when we get back to work after Christmas.
Then she pushed the thought away. Tomorrow, she would stop what was going on between them tomorrow. For now, she just wanted to enjoy the pleasure Drew was giving her and forget about everything else.
Chapter Seven
“Well, it appears that you had a slightly better time last night.” Dr. Phillips looked approvingly at the images on the screen.
“Yes, uh, I guess so.” Genevieve’s voice was low and embarrassed as they watched the replay of last night’s intimacy exercises.
Drew gave her a worried look and saw that she was blushing in the dim room. Personally, he thought watching himself and Gen doing deliciously carnal things to each other’s naked bodies was hot—or it would have been hot if they had been the only ones watching it. But Dr. Phillips was watching too and Drew could tell that was making Gen embarrassed and uncomfortable.
Seeing her get upset made Drew angry and resentful of the pompous stuffed shirt sitting across the room from them. Damn the idiotic Phillips with his voyeuristic tendencies!
“Look,” he said, frowning. “You’ve seen enough to know we followed your orders so why can’t we just end this now?”
“Not just yet, I think,” Phillips murmured. “Though we will speed things up a bit.”
Fast forwarding through the bath, he came to the part where Gen was naked on the bed and Drew was painting her breasts with the chocolate body paints.
“God!” Gen’s cheeks were blazing now and Drew felt a protective and possessive growl rise in his throat. Without thinking about it, he reached for her and pulled her close to his side. She stiffened at first and then pressed her face to his chest, as though she couldn’t bear to watch. Her obvious distress pissed Drew off even more.
“Stop the damn video now,” he growled at Phillips. “It’s making Gen really uncomfortable to have you watch us and personally, I don’t like another man looking at my wife.”
“Hmm, this little viewing exercise appears to be bringing out a whole different side of you, Drew,” Phillips rumbled, not bothering to turn off the tape. “You’re much more protective and possessive than you were during our previous viewing.”
“We’re much more naked on this recording than we were in the other one,” Genevieve pointed out, her voice muffled but understandable.
“Is that a problem for you, Genevieve? Feeling naked and vulnerable? Was this a difficult exercise for you to participate in?” Phillips asked, pointing at the screen where Drew was sucking and licking her nipples now.
“It…wasn’t easy,” she admitted, sitting up at last, her cheeks flaming. “But this isn’t easy either.”
“Being made to watch? Or knowing that someone else is watching?” Phillips probed.
“Both. Either. Pick one.” She sighed and put her hands to her cheeks. “Please, can’t we just turn it off?”
“In a moment. Tell me, why this was difficult for you? I have a feeling it had to do with your vulnerability here,” Phillips mused, pointing at the screen. “I see that you’re keeping your hands above your head—why make yourself even more vulnerable than you already were?”
“Because I told her to,” Drew growled, frowning.
“Oh? And you were willing to do as he said?” Phillips frowned at Genevieve. “Willing to follow his orders?”
“Drew was…is very dominant in the, uh, bedroom.” Gen’s cheeks got even pinker and she cast a glance at Drew who returned it with interest. He’d thought she responded well to his dominant side—which was something she certainly didn’t see at work.
“Is he now?” Phillips looked intrigued. “And do you like it when your husband is dominant, Genevieve?”
“I…” She shot Drew another look. “I do,” she almost whispered. “It’s…I’ve, uh, never been with a man who…who acted like that. But I…um, I like it.”
“Most interesting.” Phillips made a note. “Of course at work, Genevieve, you always have to be in control—telling others what to do. But in the bedroom, you like to let Drew take control and give the orders—is that right?”
“Yes. I…I guess that’s right. Oh!”
Drew, who had been studying her face as she talked, looked up to see what had made Genevieve gasp. On the screen was the part where he had gotten between her legs to paint her pussy with the chocolate body paints. He was about to demand that Phillips turn off the video again—maybe even stand up and grab the control to do it himself—when he caught another glimpse of Gen’s face.
Her cheeks, which had already been pink with embarrassment, were positively glowing. Her pupils were dilated and her breathing was coming in short, ragged pants.
Was she incredibly embarrassed…or incredibly turned on?
Phillips, who was watching her intently, rather than the scene
on the screen now, appeared to have picked up on Genevieve’s body language as well.
“This particular part of your time together last night seems to especially affect you, Genevieve,” he murmured.
“Um…yes. Yes, I guess so,” she whispered, her eyes glued to the screen. It was as though she didn’t want to watch but somehow couldn’t look away. A quick glance told Drew this was the part where he’d given up on the paintbrush and decided to just pour the chocolate sauce over her and lick it off.
Against his will, his cock, which had already been at half-mast, went rock hard in his jeans. God, he could still remember the warm, feminine scent of her pussy…the salty taste of her under the cloying sweetness of the chocolate…the way she’d gotten so wet for him. He watched the screen as Gen buried her hands in his hair, bucking up against his mouth, giving herself to him completely. Damn, that had been hot!
Beside him he could feel Gen shift restlessly on the couch. If she was half as turned on as he was…
“I see you finally took your hands off the headboard,” Phillips commented dryly as the three of them watched her buck and gasp and ride Drew’s tongue.
“I…I couldn’t help it,” Gen whispered. “I…I guess I lost control.”
“And is that hard for you? Losing control?” Phillips inquired. “I’m guessing it’s something you rarely get to do.”
“Never. I…I’m always in control.” Gen’s eyes were still glued to the screen.
“But Drew makes you lose control…he gives you permission to give up your inhibitions and open yourself to pleasure…to love,” Phillips prodded.
“To love?” Gen tore her eyes from the screen and looked at Drew who stared back at her.
Love? The word echoed in his brain. It was true he was feeling much more protective and possessive of the woman sitting beside him, the woman he used to dislike and think of as the boss from hell. But he knew her better now—and not just carnally. Under her cold, prickly exterior was a warm, genuine person. A woman who had been hurt deeply by her ex’s abandonment and betrayal…a lost little girl who needed to be held and reassured sometimes. And Drew found that he liked being the one to hold and reassure her, liked it as much as he liked touching and tasting her beautiful body.
But was that love? Or at least, the start of love?
He didn’t know but as he stared into Gen’s big brown eyes, he thought maybe he wanted to find out.
“Gen…” he murmured, reaching out to cup her cheek.
“Drew…” For a moment, she leaned into his touch, nuzzling against his hand. Then she made a visible effort to shake off the spell that had somehow fallen over both of them.
“I’m sorry.” She stood up, hands crossed tightly over her breasts. “I…I can’t watch this anymore.”
“Genevieve,” Phillips began but she shook her head.
“No. This is an invasion of privacy. I refuse to be subjected to this any further.”
“I’m sorry you feel that way,” Phillips rumbled. “In that case, I’ll leave.”
“What?” Drew looked up at him, surprised. Gen looked shocked as well.
“I said, I’ll leave if it bothers you so much to share your intimate moments. But that doesn’t excuse the two of you.” Phillips pointed a long, slightly crooked finger at them. “I want you to stay and finish watching this recording from last night and then talk about it—really talk about how it made you feel to be so open to each other.”
Before either one of them could say anything else, he went striding out of his office, leaving them alone with the homemade sex tape still playing on the screen.
* * * * *
“Wow…” Genevieve sank down on the couch beside Drew again and put her head in her hands. “That was…”
“Unexpected.” Drew’s deep voice was quiet. “I didn’t think he’d just leave like that.”
“I think it’s a good thing he did.” Genevieve ran a hand through her hair. “I, uh, couldn’t take much more of that…that sexual inquisition.” She gestured at the screen. “Can we turn that off now, do you think?”
Drew appeared to consider it, then shook his head.
“Better not. If he’s got cameras in all the rooms, who’s to say his own office isn’t bugged? He told us to stay and watch—we should probably just do it.”
“But it’s so embarrassing.” Genevieve’s eyes flicked to the screen where Drew had his head buried between her legs. God, how long did this part of the tape last? It seemed like she’d been watching her assistant go down on her forever.
Only Drew didn’t feel like her assistant or subordinate any more. Not now that she’d seen the dominant side of him. The man who had held down and pleasured her the night before was completely different from the pleasant, polite coworker with a slightly sarcastic sense of humor she’d always known.
Who are you? she thought, looking at Drew. I feel like I don’t even know you anymore. Or maybe it was just that she was getting to know him too well…
“Why are you embarrassed?” he murmured, holding her eyes with his own. “Because you’re enjoying yourself?” He gestured at the screen where she was writhing and moaning, thankfully soundlessly, since the tape was video only with no sound. “What’s so wrong with that?”
“Nothing if we were…if we were really a couple,” Genevieve said, crossing her arms over her breasts protectively. “But I just…I never thought this would…would go so far.”
“We didn’t cross the line.” Drew motioned at the screen where he was now between her thighs, thrusting against her. To anyone else, Genevieve knew it would look as though he was thrusting into her. She blushed as she watched his lean hips and muscular ass flex while he covered her. God, she could still feel him between her legs! His hot tongue and the rough, delicious friction of his hard cock against her pussy…
“We have to stop this!” she burst out, jumping off the couch again. “I can’t…can’t…”
“Can’t what, Gen?” Drew was looking at her intently. “Can’t let yourself be vulnerable? Can’t let yourself be touched?”
“I…” She shook her head, not knowing what to say.
“There’s a reason you got the nickname ‘Ice Queen’ around the office you know,” he said softly. “And it isn’t just that you’re a tough boss to work for. You never let anybody in, Gen.” He rose and took her hands in his. “I’ve worked for you for years and this is the first time I feel like I’m getting to know you—the real you.”
Genevieve felt semi-hysterical laughter bubbling to her lips.
“Right—and it only took getting naked with me to do it.”
“It’s not just that—not just this,” he insisted, waving at the screen. “It’s the way you let yourself be real with me. The way we talked about our exes—hell, it’s the way we fooled Myron and Mitzie together! It’s just being near you, Gen. I…damn it…” He ran a hand through his hair. “I like you. More than like you. I think I’m starting to—”
“Don’t say it!” Genevieve blurted. “Please, Drew. You…you can’t.”
“All right.” He sighed. “I wont’ say it. Not now, anyway.”
Not ever, Genevieve thought but somehow she couldn’t make the words come out. To her relief, it appeared that the scene from last night was finally winding down. She watched as Drew climbed off her and went to get a washcloth to clean both of them up. Then, when they were both clean and dry, he curled up behind her, taking her in his arms and pressing his broad chest to her back.
Genevieve couldn’t stop a longing sigh from rising to her lips. Just watching the tender scene made her remember how gentle Drew had been, how warm and safe she’d felt in his arms, how comfortable she’d felt drifting to sleep in his muscular arms…
“It’s that—that right there,” Drew said quietly, pointing at the screen. “That’s why I feel like I’m finally starting to get to know you. Genevieve…” He took her by the shoulders and looked into her eyes. “You’re so beautiful when you let your walls down, ba
by,” he murmured.
“Drew…” She shook her head. “I…I can’t talk about this now.”
“Okay.” He dropped his hands. “Understood. How about we go see what’s for lunch?”
“Sure. I’m, uh, starving,” Genevieve lied. But inside her stomach was one big mass of butterflies. Could it be that something more than just a business deal was going on here? Could it be that she was falling for Drew…and that he was falling for her?
Don’t be ridiculous, she told herself. He’s way too young for you. This is nothing, it’ll all be over the minute we leave.
But when Drew took her hand and entwined their fingers, she didn’t try to pull away. She let him lead her out of Phillips’ office and even leaned her head against his broad chest when he put his arm around her.
Just for a few more days, she told herself. It’s just for a few more days. Might as well make the most of it…
Chapter Eight
“Oh, that’s a lovely one. You have very good taste, sir.”
“Why thank you.” Drew nodded at the older gentleman behind the jewelry counter. He was glad he’d thought of visiting the jewelry store located in the right wing of Whispering Pines. Things had gotten a little tense with Gen during their counseling session with Phillips but he thought he knew just the way to ease things up between them again.
“Hey, here you are. I wondered where you went after lunch.” Genevieve came up behind him and her eyes widened when she saw the huge pink stone set in the gold ring. “Wow, that’s—”
“Cubic Zirconium,” Drew finished for her, grinning. “I remembered how you said you were sick to death of your huge, gaudy real diamond.” He nodded to the pear-shaped stone on her hand. “So I thought, why not replace it with a huge, gaudy, fake one?” He finished paying the attendant and held the ring out to her. “I mean, I suppose I could have gone for something elegant and tasteful but I figured, who wants that? How boring.”
“Extremely boring,” Genevieve agreed, smiling. “But Drew, you didn’t have to do this! Even if it’s not a real diamond, nothing in here is exactly cheap.” She gestured around the small, elegant shop filled with black velvet and glittering like the inside of a Faberge Egg.