You Bet Your Ass!

"Let's go," he said.

"Go?"

He pointed down at the forgotten plastic bag hanging from my hand. "Oh, dinner," I said and nodded, stepping off to follow him to his office.

His office was on the corner. Two windows with a view and no sharing. Another reason to dislike him. He didn't flick the light as we entered which I thought odd. I was about to turn the light on myself when he switched on a desk lamp, bathing the room in soft yellow.

"Nice," I said pointing at the old fashioned brass desk lamp.

"My grandfather gave it to me," he answered as he dragged his chair out from behind the desk and placed it beside the guest chair. "Take a seat."

I did, wishing that he hadn't moved his seat so close to mine. His knee bumped against me as he sat down. He reached into the bag and pulled out the little food cartons, two bottles of water and two sets of cutlery.

Two?

I took the offered cutlery and couldn't help myself. I never could. Unanswered curiosity ate at me. "Why two sets?" I asked.

"I knew you were still here. I knew you wouldn't have eaten."

"Hey!" I protested pointing down to the Reese Cups I'd stashed in the pocket of my skirt.

He rolled his eyes. "Real food. I knew you wouldn't have eaten real food."

"So," I said shoveling an overloaded fork full of Pad Thai into my mouth, "Why do you care?"

"I care," he said locking those blue eyes on me.

I was suddenly nervous. So I did what came naturally at those moments. I started an incoherent babble of useless information, "The Thai don't use chopsticks. No chopsticks. Did you know that? A fork and spoon. That's what they use. One of the only Asian nations to do so. The fork is used to place food onto the spoon. You eat from the spoon. Taksin after annexation of the...."

He reached out gently touching my knee. It sort of rebooted me and halted the babble.

"Eat," he said.

"'Right. Eat."

We ate in silence. I ate more than I needed to just to keep my mouth busy. Otherwise I would have blurted out all the questions that itched just below the surface. Why did he care? What did he want from me?

"Thanks for dinner," I said, taking a last gulp of my water before standing up

"No problem," he answered hooking his hand around my hip and dragging me down to him. I stumbled, spreading my legs to keep balance. He thrust a thigh between my open legs and pushed wider as he pulled me down, forcing me to straddle him.

Both hands slid up my skirt pulling the fabric until it bunched up around my hips. His thumbs ran along my inside thighs, right up until they brushed the edge of my panties. I couldn't help it, I rocked forward in obvious invitation.

He chuckled. The sound almost brought me back to my senses, but his teeth found my nipple.

Fuck.

Heat coursed through me as he tugged roughly on the tender tip.

Rough. Hard.Yes. Yes, that's what I wanted. What I needed. How did he know?

His fingers gripped the round of my thigh, biting into the skin as his thumb came under the elastic edge of my panties. He shifted lower, dipping into the pool of wet heat his touch had created. He thrust inside, coating his thumb and then dragged it back up to my clit.

Fuck.

Slippery wet with my need, his thumb played my clit with precision. I rocked into his hand, arching my back and pushing against the thumb, urging it on.

"Tell me," he said, his mouth still on my nipple, his words vibrating against my skin.

"What?"

"Tell me you want this...that you want me."

His words penetrated the fog of lust bringing me back into the real world. What they hell was I doing rutting on Nathan Reese's lap?

"No!" I righted my feet on the ground and pushed up. Off his lap to stand over him. His hand slipped from my panties as I did.

I placed my hands on his shoulders for balance and stepped off his lap. With shaking hands I smoothed my skirt back down. When I was no longer exposed I said, "I don't want this. I don't want you."

He laughed—a hollow sound. Bringing his still wet thumb up to his mouth he dragged the tip across his bottom lip and then swooped his tongue across the slick.

"You lie," he said, "You know it. I know it."

"Rubbish. It's not you. It's just been a while. I could have reacted to anyone like that."

"How long?" he asked.

Ten months,I thought, but I answered "None of your business."

"Go then," he said, pointing at the door, "Run away Margot. You're safe in your little lies for now."

"What do you mean for now?" I cursed myself for responding. Why couldn't I just let it go? Why did I always have to know?

He took a step towards me. "When I win our bet. Before I take that ass of yours I'm going to make you admit it. Admit that you want me."

"Yeah? You..." I stopped myself before I added the childishand whose armybut I couldn't stop myself from stepping up and drilling a finger into his chest.

He pulled my finger back from his chest and enclosed my hand in his. "You will beg Margot Richards."

"Not likely," I hissed, pulled away and stalked out of his office. I was two steps down the hall when I stopped, turned on my heel and went back to his open door. He was seated at his desk, oddly staring at the lamp on his desk.

"Thanks for dinner."

He looked up and shot me a smile that, if I was even remotely inclined to be honest, I'd have to admit made my knees turn to water. Rather than honesty I gave an angry humph and turned back to the hallway.

* * * *

"He cheated," I whispered staring slack jawed at the email I had just received.

"Who cheated?" Sheena asked. She was perched on the edge of my desk inspecting her nails, waiting for me to finish up so that we could grab after work drinks.

"Nathan Reese has topped targets."

"I know," she said with complete indifference to the mix of adrenalin, panic, lust and rage that was swirling in equal parts through my body. I hadn't told Sheena about the bet. It felt too stupid and childish to speak of and as it had to do with Nathan Reese and sex I had no doubt Sheena would be on his side.

"What do you mean you know?"

"He's just taken back his full account load. So of course he'd top the list."

"What?" the word came out as a high pitched screech.

"He's been on half time. He came here from New York to look after his Granddad who's now gone into a full time care facility now, so he's back full time."

"How did I not know this?"

"Maybe because you never leave your office? Maybe if you spoke to someone other than me..."

I held up my hand, "Whoa there Idotalk to you. So why didn't you tell me?"

"After the Christmas party fucking you had your knickers in such a knot you," she sighed, held up her fingers to make air quote marks and said, "forbade me from mentioning his name."

OK so maybe that was all true. Maybe he wasn't as lazy as I thought. But he was certainly as sneaky as I thought. He knew he was going back full time. The bet was loaded! Skewed in his favor the whole damn time.

"Where are we going for drinks?"

She frowned, "The Quest, where we always go."

"No. Let's go to Flynn's."

"Flynns?" Margot raised her brows so high they almost shot off her face, "You hate Flynns. That's where everyone goes."

"I know." That's where he would be. The sneaky lying rat bastard.

He wasn't there. Yet another reason for my anger to fester. I hated Flynn's. It was a favorite of the Brooks Brother's clad banking set and unfortunately—due mainly to proximity—Leyton's Resource Recovery. I seethed for a good thirty minutes for the man of the hour to arrive. He didn't so I left an obliviously happy Sheena to her cocktail (and naive young Merchant banker) and went back across the street to see if he was still in his office.

He was. Waiting for me apparently, because when I banged open his door he did little more than lean back in his chair and grin.

"You cheated."

"Not exactly true Ms. Richards. All of the information was available. You just didn't source it."

The truth of his words stung.

"Let's get this done then," I said in an adrenalin fueled flash of bravado that I regretted the moment my lips sealed around the words.

"Lock the door," he issued the command and stood.

My heart thumped. My throat constricted.

I moved to his door in a fugue. Not sure how exactly my shaking fingers worked the locking mechanism.

I turned back to him. Heat and fearful chill rode in conflicting waves over my body. I broke out in a sweat at the same time that goose pimples raced across my skin.

Over his desk he'd said he wanted me,I remembered, so on legs loose with fear I stepped up until my thighs butted against the wood.

He'd moved from the desk to come up behind me. I steeled my legs, locking my knees. I refused to let him see me shake. He nestled in close. I could feel the heat of his body.

I turned my head, looking over my shoulder but not making eye contact. "Skirt on or off?" I asked with feigned indifference.

He chuckled, a deep rumbling sound that vibrated against my neck.

"So eager," he murmured.

"Just get it done," I ground out the words through clenched teeth.

"No," he said.

"What do you mean no? It was your stupid idea!" I spun around and found myself trapped between his arms. He'd leant in to rest his palms on the desk.

He spoke against the curve of my neck, "No I don't want to get it done," his lips trailing soft kisses down the taut tendons between each word, "I. Want. You. Wet. Wanting. Begging."

"I won't beg," I said even as I arched my neck back to give his sinful mouth more room to move.

"You will." He brought a hand up to my chin to tip my face up to look at him. "You loved it last time. You wanted more didn't you?"

I fought the hold he had on my chin and shook my head.

He lowered his mouth to me, his lips moving on mine he said, "Liar."

I opened to him without thought. I let his tongue come to mine, sighing in pleasure as the wet tip played me so well. Good. So good. That's how I'd fallen last time. It hadn't been the tequila. It had been his mouth. That's what'd intoxicated me into spreading my legs.

I arched into him, loving the feel of his hard chest pressing into my breasts.

His mouth left mine and I couldn't help the disappointed sigh that issued at the loss. He slid to his knees. I looked down at him as his hands slowly came up my calves. His hands paused at my knees to spread my legs wider. I did so without protest.

Under my skirt the fingers came. Slipping, sliding along the sensitive soft skin of my inner thighs. The skirt trapped my legs and as I tried to spread them wider, suddenly I wanted it off.

Wanted it all off.

I brought my fingers down to the side zip of my skirt but they wouldn't co-operate. I fumbled at the tab. Frustrated, I let out a muttered curse that made him laugh. Reality intervened at the sound and I realized then how quick I'd been to capitulate. I fumed at the thought,Oh, how he must love that!I let go of the zip in a huff and looked down, ready to give him a mouthful when I saw his eyes. There was no laughter there, no triumph, only raw naked need.

It hit me hard. Air left my lungs in a woosh. Reality dissolved away with the need I had to be fucked.

The air changed then in that moment. Became electric, sparking with the tinder of our need. I tore at the side of my skirt, a ripping sound rent the air but I didn't care. I wanted it off.

All off. Right now.

He helped me pull down the skirt. It pooled at my feet leaving me standing in just my heels and knee high stockings. I went to step out of my shoes but he shook his head and rasped out the word, "No."

I was wearing boy leg panties. Nothing fancy, no lace just pink cotton but still they made him groan. I felt a flush of pleasure at the sound.

His fingers attacked my blouse, pulling at the pearled buttons with complete disregard. I heard one ping on the bookshelf as he plucked my blouse open. He stood then and pulled the blouse over my shoulders, running his hand down my arms to push it off completely. He stepped away and looked at me. I fought the urge to cover myself, digging my fingers into the edge of the desk.

Time stood still as he looked his fill. The rasp of my breath broke the silence of the office. I waited. Tense. My nipples beaded painfully, my pussy wet I waited.

I wasn't used to waiting. Control was not something I gave easily. I was strung taut like a vibrating string as I waited for him to make his move.

His movements seemed deliberately slow as he came back to stand close. As if he'd calmed after the urgency of removing my clothes. He didn't speak, instead murmuring indistinct sounds of pleasure as he slid his hands across my skin. He explored me as if mapping my topography, fingers trailing each dip and curve with intense concentration. I moaned and shifted my hips, impatient for the fingers to move south. He ignored the insistent movement of my hips and kept on with his torturously slow exploration.

When his fingers slid across the curve of my stomach and brushed against the elastic edge of panties I groaned, "Yes." I'd thought he'd dip lower and finally touching my pussy but instead he brought his hands to my hips and rotated me to stand facing the desk.

His fingers moved teasingly across the round of my ass and then slid down to cup my ankles, pulling my legs further apart. I had to lean forward to keep my balance, resting my elbows on his desk.

Massaging hands moved up my calves, talented fingers digging into the muscle until tense become almost liquid. At my knees he brought his mouth into play, trailing wet kisses at the sensitive bend. I couldn't help the roll of my hips, my body moved without thought, rocking in pleasure. I sighed as thumbs dug into muscle, soothing knots and aches. Where his fingers went his mouth followed, kissing, biting, licking and finally stroking with the stubble rough edge of his chin.

When his hands came up to cup my ass I waited, ready for him to strip me of my panties. He didn't. Instead he slipped his thumbs under the square edge of my boy leg panties and drew them up. He pulled until the fabric wedged between my ass cheeks and rocked against my wet slit and throbbing clit. I came up on my toes with a gasp as he tugged on my panties with devastating effect.

I could come like this,I realized as the wet fabric strafed my clit. I pushed back, urging him on with my gasps and moans.

"Yes. Yes," I cried as I felt the tell tale build of a coming orgasm.

And he stopped with a slap to my ass.

"No yet," he said and I literally bit down the urge to cry out, sinking my teeth painfully into my bottom lip.

He stripped me of my panties in one move. Two hands took the edge and pulled down fast. He tapped my leg when the panties, stretched to their limit, reached my knees. When I didn't move fast enough he tore the panties at the gusset. The two scraps fell to my shoes.

I didn't have time to protest, the moment my butt was bare he slid my legs open wider and pushed his face in my ass. His hands went to my butt cheeks, fingers splayed he spread me open. I cried out in shock the moment his tongue hit my asshole. Little laps. I found myself sounding out in time with his tongue, "Uh, uh, uh, uh..."

The feeling was incredible. I'd never felt anything like it. I rocked back against his mouth. My hands splayed and grasped at the table top. Paper slid beneath my flailing arms and scrunched in my fisting fingers. One hand left my ass to come between my legs. His thumb,I think it was his thumb,dipped teasingly into my wet pussy and then up to my clit. He circled the swollen nub in time with the tongue pressing against my asshole. I felt the tight pucker relax at the insistent push of his tongue.

The tongue. The thumb at my clit. I succumbed.

My mouth pressed into the wood. I cried out wordless animal noises, squeals and grunts.

"Uh, uh. uh, eeeeee," I felt my asshole contract on his tongue. His thumb gave one final flick of my clit and then his fingers went down to plunge into my pussy. I rode out the orgasm on his hand, contracting on his fingers.

Spent, I slipped forward, spreading papers onto the floor as I collapsed my torso onto his desktop. As I lay splayed on his desk he came up behind me. I felt the press of his erection nestled between my butt cheeks. The feel of his hard cockright theremade me remember the forfeit still to be paid and I tensed. He ran a hand down my now rigid back, along the spine. "Relax," he said as his slowly moved bump by bump down the ridge of my spine.

I couldn't relax. All I could think of was the size of his cock and the size of my asshole, which made me flinch tight. He leant over me, his mouth at the base of my neck he murmured, "It's OK. I won't hurt you. I'd never hurt you."

I lay rigid, unspeaking as his hand continued to stroke the length of my back. I still wore my bra. He stopped at the strap to flick the clasp. When the straps fell open he brought his hands up to my shoulders, with a gentle grip he pulled me up to stand. Taking my weight he pulled me against him. The bra fell free as I stood and he moved his hands around to cup my breasts. His thumbs flicked across the hardened tips of my nipples. He was still fully clothed. His belt buckle felt cold on my lower back. He rotated his hips into me, pushing his cock in slow circles against my ass. The tension that had gripped my body slowly receded as his mouth trailed down my neck.

"So beautiful," he murmured.

He brought one hand down to cup my pussy, curling his fingers between the wet lips, briefly dipping the tips of two inside. I came up on my toes to give him more access, leaning forward—trusting him to hold me.

"Yes," he said, pinching the nipple of my left breast, sensation shooting through my body.

"Lean over," he said as his fingers left my pussy and came behind to rest on my lower back. He gently pushed me forward until my hips hit the edge of the desk. I relaxed, letting him position me where he needed. I felt him go down on his knees again. His hands ran up my inner thighs until his thumbs rested against the slit of my pussy. He slipped one thumb and then the other inside. I waited for him to thrust further but he didn't, instead slicking the pussy drenched thumbs between my ass to the entrance. He circled the slick thumbs around the sensitive hole. I pushed back and the pressure increased until the thumb slipped inside the ring of muscle. I gasped at the invasion but did not protest. He played, pushing one and then the other thumb inside. I wanted more, so much more. The fleeting pressure not enough. I wanted to be filled.

I started to speak, "Nathan pl..." and then bit back the words.

"What honey, what do you want?"

I didn't answer, I brought the arm I had rested my forehead on down to my mouth and bit into the flesh.

He continued the teasing little thrusts in my asshole. I pushed back, my body urging him for more. "Say it," he said and I knew he would give me no more without the words. I resisted, rocking forward my pubic bone hit the edge of the desk and I realized if I shuffled down a little I could make myself come. I shifted my hips, but as if he knew my plan he gripped my hips, forcing me to still. At that same moment he dipped his head between my thighs and came up to take a long lick of my slit.

I groaned and then when his tongue continued back to flick at my asshole I gasped.

His mouth came off my ass and I rocked my hips back to follow. He gripped me still again and said, "Tell me."

Tell him,my body screamed as my mind still refused. He stood and I lifted my head off the desk looking back over my shoulder. He'd sheathed his cock in a condom at some point, his pants fell open over his hips and his latex covered cock bobbed out thick and hard.