Playboy Bear

Chapter 4-1

Chapter Four

She was standing in his office in just lacy, French blue undergarments – a matching bra and panties. She was still wearing smart black heels like those she wore to the office everyday.

“What shall we do…Mr. Kent?” She spoke in a smooth sultry voice he had never heard before.

“Take down your hair.” He growled while unbuttoning his own shirt and letting it drop to the floor behind him. The fly on his pants was already undone and his erection strained against his boxer briefs.

She reached behind her head and pulled out a couple of pins then shook her head. Her blond hair cascaded loose, falling below her shoulders.

“Like this?”

“Yeah.” His voice was raw with want. “I want to take you now. Bend over the desk.”

“Yes, Mr. Kent.” There was something about the way she said his name that made him want her more. She lithely walked to the edge of the desk, bent forward and splayed her hands across the polished wood.

“I’m ready for you.” She whispered.

He stepped out of his shoes and dropped his pants and boxer briefs at the same time. His rock hard erection sprang loose. He had wanted this for a long time now. Stepping behind her, he used his knee to nudge her legs further apart. Then he ran his hand over the curve of her ass before smacking it lightly. It wasn’t a hard slap at all, but the surprise still elicited an “oh” from her. It drove him wild.

He quickly hooked his fingers in the French blue lace and ripped the panties down her legs. His fingers traced their way back up her inner thigh to that place. She was warm and silky, and oh so wet for him.

She moaned as his fingers circled her most sensitive area, and she began moving her hips in rhythm. Pulling his hand back, he lightly sucked on his own thumb. She tasted incredibly sweet. He would taste her more soon, he vowed, but right now, he wanted to be inside her.

“Are you ready, Amy?” His voice was guttural, animal like.

She slid her hands to the side of the desk and gripped tightly. “f**k me Barrett. Please.” She begged. That was all he needed to hear. Grabbing her hips, he didn’t take it slow. Instead, he slammed into her, pushing her against the desk.

“Ah!” She lifted her head up off the desk enough to toss her beautiful blond hair over her shoulder, she cried out.

He settled into a hard, raw, pounding rhythm. This was not making love. This was animal. This was s*x at its rawest, and it felt incredibly good. Using one hand on her hip for leverage, he reached forward to grab a fistful of that glorious blond hair. Tugging just enough to hurt and feel good at the same time. He continued slamming into her, and he felt her grow warmer and wetter. She was close. Her knuckle turned white gripping the desk.

“Barrett. Oh, god. Barrett. Don’t stop. Oh!” Her voice was rising in crescendo with each word. And he quickened the rhythm until she spasmed around him. Writing on the desk, she climaxed powerfully…unlike any woman he had ever had before. She called out his name and then collapsed back to the smooth wood. He felt himself quickening too and he too exploded into climax.

Then, he woke up.

He was covered in sweat. His heart was racing. While the sheet had pulled down to his waist – he must have been writhing around in bed – there was a noticeable bulge beneath the thin cotton.

Sure, he had s*x dreams before. Sure, they had been pretty hot before. None, though, had ever been that realistic. None had left the lingering feel of her skin. None had left him feeling like he had truly just been inside her.

Yeah, he wanted Amy – bad – and now he was taking her to an event. A little part of him hoped that things would go the way of his dreams after the gala. But a voice in the back of his head was saying no, you want more. What was that about?

Barrett had only been in one long-term relationship and that ended years ago when he got cheated on. After that, it was all superficial, all physical. Now, the voice in the back of his mind told him he wanted more. He wasn’t completely sure what to do with that or how to handle it.

He sat in bed thinking about this new and unique situation. The way he saw it, he had three paths:

A. Bed Amy the night of the gala and possibly k****e up a nice physical attraction from time to time.

B. Start an actual relationship with her.

C. Be a jerk to her so that she wouldn’t get the wrong idea. It would mean not getting to f**k her, but it would also mean he didn’t get too tangled up with something he didn’t want…or did he?

Normally, A would be the answer. It’s what he had done with other women he took to bed. Of course, he had reverted to C a few times too when women got a little too clingy.

But, for some reason, his mind kept steering him toward B. Of course, the animal in him really, really wanted to ravish her in the limo. He had to tamp that part of himself down. At least it wasn’t a full moon or anything.

We’ll just see how the gala goes tonight, he told himself.

It took her two hours to get ready. Really Amy? Two hours? That was so unlike her, but she found herself very nervous. Not only was she going to an event with her boss, but she had absolutely no idea what he was thinking.

Did he like her? Up until yesterday with the text messages, he never seemed to care one way or another whether or not she existed. Then, out of nowhere, he asks her out and then flirts with her through text messages. He was so incredibly confusing!

But, then again, what if this wasn’t a date? What if he simply needed arm candy and she was available? She laughed to herself. That could hardly be the case. The man was a Greek god. He probably had about a dozen women on retainer ready to go out at a moment’s notice.

So, was it a date?

Was it just a business meeting?

She really had no idea. But, it still took her two hours to get ready. And to make her more nervous, he was texting her again. But, it started out pretty business like. Was the old Barrett back?

B: Be ready at 6:00 pm. I don’t like tardiness.

A: Of course, sir.

B: Limo will be waiting.

A: How do you know my address? I didn’t give it to you?

B: I’m your boss.

A. That you are.

B: What are you wearing?

A: I already showed you the picture of the dress!!!

B: No I mean right now?

A: A robe.

B: What kind of robe?

A: Flannel. Comes to my ankles. Long sleeves. Ruffled neck.

B: Tell me that’s not true. You are too attractive for that.

A: LOL No, it’s knee length and satin or something.

B: Better, but you should be getting dressed…

A: I would be if you would stop texting me!

B: Until later then, Amy

Was he flirting again? Why else would he ask what she was wearing? That was flirty right? It almost seemed slightly naughty.

It amazed Amy how he could go from being one person to someone totally different. Most of the time he was cold, rude, and just not someone she could stand at all. But, then, he would let his guard down and act almost…sweet.

Amy laid her phone down, shook her head and finished getting ready.

Looking in the mirror, she was pretty happy with herself. The dress did set off her curves beautifully, but it definitely was classy enough to wear to a black tie event. She had done her hair up with little blond tendrils falling loose.

She didn’t have any nice jewelry to wear and she didn’t want to pair her costume items with something so fine, so she left off earrings or a necklace. She had worked hard to ensure her makeup was just perfect – subtle, yet obviously giving her a smooth, beautiful complexion. She smiled. She looked good and she knew it, so she headed out the door of her apartment and down the steps.

Barrett hadn’t been lying.

There was a limo waiting on the curb and just as she stepped out the door, he stepped out of the limo. She would have heard his gasp if she wasn’t gasping herself.

He was wearing an exquisite tuxedo. His dark hair was combed, but it still looked just a bit tousled as it always did. He was, by far, the most handsome man she had ever seen.

But, she didn’t want him to see how affected she was by his appearance, so she took a breath, smiled and walked toward him.

“You look exquisite.” He breathed in her ear as he hugged her lightly. She thought he breathed deeply with his nose brushing her hair, but she didn’t say anything. Still, his touch sent shivers up her spine.

“Thank you” she smiled and then slipped into the limo. He slid in beside her. His leg touched hers. Every touch was electric. “I’ve never been in a limo before,” she said, awestruck by the fine leather interior and the mini bar which occupied the opposite wall. It was decadent to say the least.

“Never?” he raised an eyebrow, “Someone like you only deserves the best. You didn’t even ride in a limo to your school prom?”

“No, my boyfriend had a pickup. He wanted to drive that.”

He snorted and she gave him a sharp look. “Sorry, sorry. It’s just…I can’t imagine taking a date in a pickup truck!”

“So, this is a date?”

“What else would it be?”

“Maybe…a business engagement?” She asked it in jest, but she really wanted to know. She had been confused all afternoon.

“Haha,” his voice was deep when he laughed too. It made her tingle. “No, this is a date, or at least I hope it is.” He smiled. Ok, she was this close to straddling him. Then, he picked up a velvet box off the seat next to him. “This will complete your outfit.”

She opened the box to find an exquisite set of silver earrings with a rainfall of tiny diamonds. They were beautiful yet understated. Perfect for her.

“They are lovely” she gasped. Then reverently took them out of the box and placed hem in her ears.

“I thought they were perfect for you and they look lovely with your dress.”

“I don’t get you, Barrett.”

“What do you mean?” He turned slightly in his seat so he could face her more easily.

“At first, you seemed so rude, condescending and arrogant. But now…well you have been friendly and open and you have even flirted with me. It’s like I don’t know who you are.”

“I am a mystery,” he gave her a look that was more smoldering than amused.

“That you are.” She glanced out the window, trying her best to quell the feelings she was having for him. She didn’t want him to see how turned on she was. She had no idea that he was feeling the same thing. At least not until he reached over and placed a finger under her chin, turning her face back toward him.

“Amy, I really want to kiss you. Please tell me I can, because if you turn me down, I may just explode.” His voice had gone from deep and silky to ragged with want.

She could barely talk, but she managed to get out an “ok” and he kissed her before she could do anything else.

His kiss was almost savage, pressing against her lips with a fire she never experienced with Lucas. There was so much need in the way he virtually consumed her. He parted her own lips with his tongue, exploring, needing, wanting. Their tongues moved against each other in the ancient dance only lovers know.

It was the rawest, most passionate kiss she had experienced. And, it was amazing. When he drew back, finally, to catch a breath, he left her gasping. Her heart pounded against her chest. She wanted more. Oh, how she wanted more. He saw the want and he leaned in to kiss her again.

This time, the sense of urgency had dissipated. Left in its wake was still want, but a slower, smoldering want, the slow way their lips met, their tongues danced…it was all she could do not to crawl in his lap.

Then, his hand, which was tangled in her hair, began slowing tracing down, following a seam of her dress and finally resting along the curve of her breast. The warmth of his skin against the satin covering her own sent flames though her body. She found herself pressing forward, wanting him to use his hands in the ways she just knew he could.