Cougar Christmas

  “Please?” Drew leaned down and placed a soft kiss over the pulse point in her neck, making her gasp. “Please, Gen, say yes.”

  “Yes,” she whispered and then, before she knew what was happening, he was pulling her into the bedroom and standing her at the edge of the bed.

  “I love this blouse,” he murmured as he unbuttoned it and slipped it off her. “I love the way it clings to your curves.”

  “Thank you,” she said, trying not to shiver as he tossed her blouse to one side, baring her breasts in the white lace bra. He was so tall standing right up next to her like this—even in her six inch heels he towered over her.

  “Beautiful,” he murmured staring for a long moment before he reached behind her to unzip her black skirt. He let it slide down her legs before turning his attention to her heels and then her pantyhose. “Your legs look so sexy in these,” he murmured as he knelt at her feet to pull them off. “But I have to admit I’ve wondered what you look like without them.”

  Genevieve tried to laugh. “Too pale and too soft—that’s how I look without them.”

  Drew looked up at her. “Your skin isn’t pale—it’s creamy. And as for too soft…” He traced a pattern on the top of her thigh with one finger. The small, intimate gesture sent helpless shivers through her. “There’s no such thing.”

  “Well I’m sure too soft isn’t going to be a problem with you,” Then she realized how the words sounded and felt her face get hot. “Uh, that didn’t exactly come out the right way. I just meant because you’re Mr. Muscles and all—”

  “I know what you meant,” Drew murmured, smiling. “Don’t worry, I’m not offended.”

  “Oh. Uh…good.” Genevieve took a deep breath, trying to master her nerves.

  Have to get through this, she told herself. Though by this she wasn’t sure if she was thinking of the embarrassing exercise they were about to do or the raging case of sexual tension that had cropped up between herself and Drew. Either way, though, it was time to get hold of herself.

  He was still kneeling at her feet so Genevieve reached down and tugged at his broad shoulders. “I feel funny being half naked while you’re still dressed,” she said, trying to make her voice stronger. “I, uh, I think it’s time to even the score.”

  “Be my guest.” He spread his hands and smiled. “I’m all yours.”

  “Good.” Trying to be businesslike about it, despite the fact that she was down to her underwear, Genevieve quickly unbuttoned his crisp white shirt and pulled it off him, baring his muscular chest. Drew helped her take it off and then dealt with his trousers himself, to her relief. Putting on a good show for Phillips notwithstanding, she didn’t think she was ready to start taking off her assistant’s pants just yet. Although apparently she was ready to straddle him half-naked in bed and touch him all over.

  Oh dear.

  When he was down to a pair of royal blue silk boxers she nodded at the bed.

  “I guess…guess you’d better lie down,” she said through lips that were suddenly too dry.

  “Guess so.”

  From the glint in his eye, Drew was thoroughly enjoying her discomfort.

  Genevieve wished he would crack a joke to break the tensions but for some reason he wasn’t being his usual wiseass self. Instead he just kept watching her through half-lidded eyes as he arranged himself on the bed with his head propped up on one of the overstuffed pillows.

  “I’m ready,” he murmured when Genevieve hesitated, wondering how in the world she could possibly do this.

  It’s a hell of a lot better than most of the other exercises on the list, she reminded herself. And at least you don’t have to touch him sexually.

  Right. She could do this.

  Taking a deep breath, she climbed on the bed and straddled him, being careful to balance on her knees and not let her behind touch his pelvis.

  Drew just watched her.

  “Stop looking at me like that,” she commanded nervously.

  “Like what?” He gave her a slow, lazy smile.

  “Like you’re actually enjoying this.”

  “I am enjoying it. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t.”

  “Well stop it,” Genevieve snapped. “This is hard enough as it is.”

  Drew waggled his eyebrows at her.

  “Oh you have no idea how hard it is. You know, I’ve always wondered what you’d look like with your clothes off.”

  “Drew!” She slapped him lightly on the shoulder but she couldn’t help smiling as she did it. He was teasing her again, which made it a hell of a lot easier to pull off this particular “intimacy exercise.” Drew seemed to realize his humor helped take the edge off the situation because he grinned and continued.

  “Annnd the sexual harassment begins. Here you have me flat on my back and you’re already abusing me.”

  “That’s right and you’d better get used to it. We may be in a compromising situation together but I’m still the boss.” Genevieve lifted her chin challengingly.

  But she seemed to have said the wrong thing.

  “We’ll see about that.” Drew’s eyes flashed. “I don’t mind taking orders at work but I’m more used to giving them in the bedroom.”

  Genevieve’s breath caught in her throat for a moment as the hungry look returned to his eyes.

  “That’s why you’re flat on your back in your underwear, huh?” she asked, deciding to ignore the return of the tension between them. “Because you like being in charge?”

  “I’ll show you exactly how much I like it.” Quick as a snake, he grabbed her around the waist and flipped her over. Suddenly their positions were reversed with Genevieve flat on her back and Drew hovering over her.

  “What…?” She was breathless from the quick change, the sudden shift of power.

  “Just showing you who’s in charge, baby.” Taking both her wrists in one large hand, Drew pinned them over her head easily. “How do you like it?”

  “I don’t,” she said instantly. “Not a bit.”

  “Not even a little bit?” He stroked her cheek, looking down into her eyes with a hungry expression. “Give it a chance, Gen,” he growled softly.

  “I…I…” Genevieve bit her lower lip uncertainly, her heart pounding like a drum.

  God, what was going on here? Drew had never acted this way toward her before—never. His ability to take orders without making a big deal out of it or having his masculine pride hurt was one of his best qualities. But now he was doing the opposite, taking the lead while she was pinned helpless beneath him. It was a completely unexpected development.

  Drew stroked her face gently, tracing her eyebrows and cheekbones with one long finger before moving lower to run his thumb over her lower lip.

  Genevieve felt her breath catch in her throat.

  “What…what are you doing?”

  “What the exercise says—touching you non-sexually,” he murmured. “You’re an incredibly beautiful woman, you know that?”

  Before she could reply his hand was moving lower, stroking down the tender side of her neck, raising chill bumps all over her skin. Genevieve gasped and bit back a moan as he stroked even lower, his large hand gliding up over the sensitive underside of her arm and then down, sliding along the side of her breast.

  It should have pissed her off. Instead, she felt her breath coming short and her pussy getting hot and wet all over again.

  “Drew,” she whispered uncertainly. “You know Phillips said the rooms weren’t wired for sound. You…you don’t really have to say that.”

  “I’m not saying it for Phillips,” he growled softly. “I’m telling you you’re beautiful, Gen—fucking gorgeous, if you want to know the truth. I’ve thought that from the first day I came to work for you.”

  “Oh…” Her breath caught in her throat and Genevieve found she was biting her lip again. How long had it been since anyone had called her beautiful? How long had it been since a man had looked at her with that naked hunger in his eyes? She couldn’t reme
mber the last time Charles had complimented her or looked at her like Drew was now.

  Like he was hungry for her.

  Drew’s big, warm hands trailed lower, making their way down the curves of her sides and over her trembling belly. He moved down so he was straddling her knees instead of her waist and suddenly her white silky panties came into view.

  “Gorgeous,” Drew muttered, as he trailed his fingertips lightly over the swells of her hips and the outsides of her thighs.

  “Drew…” she whispered and then didn’t know what to say.

  “Mmm-hmm?” He looked up at her, his eyes lazy with lust as he let his fingers trail inward, brushing lightly over the insides of her thighs.

  He didn’t quite touch her pussy but he did trace all around the area, gently teasing and watching for her reaction while Genevieve moaned and wiggled slightly in his grip. He still had both her wrists pinned over her head and she took a moment to realize how incredibly strong her assistant was.

  Sure, he had lifted heavy things for her in the past. To be honest, sometimes she asked him to lift extra heavy boxes on purpose, just to see his muscles bulge. But she’d never had that considerable strength applied to herself before. Just knowing that he had her pinned effortlessly to the bed and that she could struggle all she wanted to and not get free gave her a definite surge. Biting her lip, she pressed her thighs together and squeezed tight.

  “Tell me something, Gen,” Drew murmured, looking into her eyes. “Is the way I’m touching you turning you on?”

  “I…” She had no idea what to answer. She opened her mouth to deny it and instead she heard a soft, “Yes.”

  “Mmm-hmm. Do you like having someone else in charge for once?” He leaned in a little, his breath warm and deliciously chocolate mousse -scented against her cheek. “Do you like me to touch you?”

  “Drew!” she gasped again. By this time she was nearly panting, her chest heaving. She couldn’t believe he was having this effect on her and yet, she couldn’t seem to stop her reaction to the way he was touching her.

  “Mmm-hmm. That’s what I thought.” He laid one flat hand on her belly, just above her pussy mound, and rubbed gently, making her moan. “I want to make love to you now.” His voice was a soft growl in her ear.

  Genevieve felt her eyes go wide and her breath hitched in her throat.

  “Drew?” she whispered uncertainly. “I thought…I mean, we were going to fake that—right?”

  He must have seen the near panic on her face because the smoldering lust in his blue eyes became just a little more gentle.

  “Of course—that’s what I meant. Like this—see?”

  He let go of her arms at last. Then he got between her legs, spreading her thighs with his own lean hips. Genevieve gave a muffled gasp as she felt the hard bulge of his cock press directly against her pussy.

  “What…what are you doing?” she whispered through numb lips.

  “Pretending to push your panties to one side…” His long fingers brushed over the silky panel that was clinging to her pussy, sending a shock of need and longing through her. “So I can do this.”

  And then he rubbed against her—simulating a long, deep thrust.

  “Oh, Drew!” she half moaned as a rush of pleasure went through her. Of course his boxers and her own silky white panties were between them but the fabric of both was thin. Genevieve moaned as he thrust against her again—she could feel the hard length of his cock pressing right between her pussy lips, rubbing her tender clit where no man had touched her in a long, long time.

  “Is this all right, Gen?” he murmured, looking down into her eyes. “Am I faking it well enough for you?”

  “Y-yes,” she somehow managed to stutter out. “Yes, don’t stop, Drew. Do it—I mean, fake it—some more.”

  “My pleasure,” he growled softly and thrust against her again. And again and again until Genevieve thought she was going to catch fire she was so hot.

  She tried to stop the soft little moans and cries that were coming from her lips but she couldn’t help herself—despite the garments between them, Drew was giving her almost unbearable pleasure. Her pussy was spread wide for him now, hot and wet under the thin silk panel of her panties, which were drenched in her juices. The hard ridge of his cock was pressing mercilessly against the tender button of her clit—with each pseudo thrust she could feel her pleasure building higher and higher.

  Oh God, she thought deliriously. If he doesn’t stop I’m going to come…going to come so hard! I shouldn’t let him make me come, should I?

  She tried to hold back the pleasure but she couldn’t stop it—having Drew pin her down and rub against her so intimately was doing crazy things to her body. She was getting closer and closer to the edge and she couldn’t seem to pull away, no matter how hard she tried.

  “Drew,” she managed to gasp out. “If we don’t stop…I think I might…I mean…”

  But she didn’t know how to say it—didn’t know how to admit that her assistant was about to make her come. Only he didn’t seem like her funny, charming, polite assistant now. The way he was thrusting against her was anything but polite and there was nothing funny about the intense way he was holding her eyes with his own as he pushed her closer and closer to orgasm.

  Then he leaned down and murmured in her ear,

  “It’s okay if you want to fake an orgasm, Gen. It’ll probably look better for the recording if you do.”

  Genevieve felt a sudden surge of relief. Of course—she could pretend she was faking even if what she was feeling was real.

  “Right,” she whispered back. “You’re…you’re right, Drew.”

  “I know.” A sensual little smile flickered around the corner of his mouth as he thrust against her again. “So come on, baby—come for me. Come hard.”

  With a low cry, Gen felt herself doing just that. She let go and stopped trying to hold off the pleasure. The moment she did, she felt the orgasm overwhelm her, rushing over her like a warm wave at the beach. Her back arched and her toes curled as she pressed back up, trying to get even more contact with the big, hard, male body pressing her down into the mattress.

  “Oh,” she gasped. “Oh, Drew!”

  “Gen,” he muttered hoarsely. “God, you’re beautiful! Love having you under me like this!”

  And then he was kissing her again, kissing her while he pressed hard against her, sending a final shock of pleasure through her until Genevieve found she was kissing him back.

  What are you doing? This is going too far! whispered a little voice in the back of her head. This is more than faking it and you know it, Gen!

  She wanted to push that little voice away but she knew it was right. This was going way past holding hands and looking into each other’s eyes as she had originally envisioned when she agreed to let Drew come with her on the retreat. They needed to stop before their professional relationship was ruined completely.

  Reluctantly, she broke the kiss and looked up at him, panting.

  Drew’s eyes were half-lidded with lust and she could still feel how hard he was against her.

  “Drew, we really shouldn’t—” she began.

  “We’re not.” Some of the desire faded from his eyes to be replaced by Drew’s good natured charm. “I mean, we’re faking it—right?”

  “Uh, right. Of course.” She was still panting for breath after the intense orgasm and it was hard to make herself sound normal.

  “Great. And that orgasm you faked—that was amazing,” he said softly. “I almost believed you were really coming.”

  Genevieve felt her cheeks getting hot.

  “Um, thanks, I guess. I just—”

  “Could you hold that thought?” He climbed off her and Gen felt immediately cold. “I’ll be right back,” he promised.

  And before she could say anything else, he was disappearing into the bathroom. Gen waited for him, wondering what she ought to say when he returned. Despite his promise to come right back, he seemed to be taking a long t
ime.

  She tried to stay awake and think about what they had just done but the tension of the day and the amazing orgasm—the first she’d had in a long time—had drained her. Without meaning too, she drifted off to sleep.

  * * * * *

  God, so beautiful—so perfect!

  Drew leaned against the bathroom door, his breath hitching raggedly in his chest. God, he wanted Genevieve—wanted her so badly he hadn’t trusted himself to stay in the room with her one minute longer.

  Roughly, he thrust his hand into his boxers and fisted his shaft. It throbbed angrily in his hand, demanding a release. He thought of how soft she felt beneath him—the damp heat of her pussy, open under her panties, rubbing against his cock. And the way she’d called his name at the moment she came—the breathless gasping moan as she thrust up to him, finally letting herself go…

  The vivid mental image of Genevieve coming under him was too much. Though he was usually able to last much longer, it barely took him three strokes before he was coming, shooting spurt after spurt of hot cum all over his flat belly.

  God, Gen, want you so much!

  He wished he’d been able to come with her—inside her—but he knew that probably wasn’t going to happen. To Genevieve, they were just pretending—even when they really weren’t. She’d been holding herself back from coming until he had thought to let her know it was alright to “fake” an orgasm. Then and only then had she been able to let herself go.

  Drew sighed and went to the sink to wash up.

  It doesn’t matter, he told himself sternly. After all, it’s not like you really have feelings for her—or like she would ever have feelings for you. She’s your boss and you’re her assistant and this whole thing is just a big fake. Right?

  Right. But somehow he couldn’t get the feel of her under him and the soft, desperate way she’d called his name out of his mind. It was like every fantasy he’d ever had of her but more somehow—just as Genevieve now seemed like more than just his cold, emotionless boss.