The Devil of Business

Alex Warner. 35 and one of the most powerful business tycoons in New York. His incredible understanding of when to buy and when to sell, and his habit of buying companies before splitting them and selling for profit, has earned him the nickname “the DevilBusiness”. And I am currently on my way to his office.

My boss, Devon Carter, owns the company I have worked for the last 8 years. Well...owned. Because Alex Warner is buying it, and we are here to discuss the details of the contract.

Being a top executive, I’m not surprised to find that his office is on the top floor. In fact, it’s the only office on the top floor. As we exit the elevator, we are met by his secretary waiting for us. She bows with a smile and guides us down a carpeted hallway, past a large meeting room with glass walls, and towards two brown double doors. She opens one side and signals for us to enter.

“Mr. Warner is ready for you sir, miss.”

As my boss enters first, I hear the deep voice greeting him.

“Mr Carter, nice to see you. How are you this morning?”

Devon gives a reply, but I’m unable to catch his words as my eyes fall on the man before me.

He’s tall. Well over 6,2, probably closer to 6,5. His perfectly styled black hair matches the deep brown, intense eyes it frames in a softly angled face. The defined muscles of his broad shoulders are clearly visible through his fitted, light blue shirt. Big, strong hands clap my boss’ shoulder. Big hands mean big... My eye trail down to his equally fitted trousers, and I suck in my lower lip as I imagine what’s underneath them.

I register his head turn towards me and I blush in shame at being caught staring so boldly. But Alex Warner’s eyes glitter mischievously as they meet mine, and the corner of his mouth curls up in a sexy smirk as if he knows exactly what I’ve been thinking and likes it. His eyes stay on me as he guides Devon to a chair. Returning the favour by completely undressing me as he surveys me from top to tow, and then back up.

When Devon is comfortably seated, Alex warner gestures for me to join them in the adjacent chair.

“Ms Winters, I presume.” His deep voice purrs the words as if he is tasting something delicious. And I have the momentary vision of him tasting me, right here on that large mahogany desk behind the sitting group.

For fucks sake, Kara. Get your act together and be professional!

I take a deep breath and plaster my most businesslike smile on my face as I take the seat next to Devon and opposite Alex Warner.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Mr Warner”

He lets his eyes trail over me again. “Indeed, Ms Winters. Indeed.”

Devon hands the contract proposal over to Alex Warner, and I zone out as they discuss the minute details. I’m his secretary, and I do have reasonable sense of the details of the business our company does. But not at this level. So, I try to sit nicely and observe.

I have seen Warner in photos in the newspaper. Although they are rare, as he is known for being quite the recluse. The photos I have seen do not do him justice at all compared to the “sex-in-a-suit” I have before me. I know he’s not married, ergo one of the top eligible bachelors in the city. There have been dating rumours, but never any relationship confirmed. And it leads me to wonder what type of woman a man like him would be attracted to. Is it the rich, fancy girls with the perfectly styled hair. Or would he consider “slumming it” with a girl like me?

I imagine he has a penthouse apartment, the way he has a penthouse office. A big bed, definitely. I see myself naked on that bed. Ass in the air, teasing him to come closer. Wrigling it in excitement as he starts to unbutton his pants. One button, two. His big hands grab the cheeks of my ass and trail over my skin as they approach the place I ache for him to touch me the most.

“Kara,” he growls in his deep voice. “Do you want it hard, or do you want me to be gentle?”

“Thank you, Mr Warner. I think we can agree to these terms.”

I snap back to reality and squeeze my thighs together against the aching between my legs.

“I can have the final proposal drawn up within the day. Ms Winters can bring it to your office this evening if you like?”

Would you like that Mr. Warner? The thought of being alone with him in this office both thrills and terrifies me. Not that anything would happen of course.

“I’m afraid that would not be possible, Mr Carter.”

I feel unreasonably disappointed.

“However much I would have loved to have the time to show Ms Winters my fantastic desk. It really is a magnificent piece of furniture, I’m confident she would enjoy the details of it.”

He doesn’t look at me, but it feels like he has seen right through me, and I blush.

“However,” he continues. “I have charity thing I’m forced to attend tonight. If Ms Winters doesn’t mind, I would appreciate if she could join me. We can do the contract handover there, and she can be treated to a nice meal for her troubles.”

Devon turns to me with the question he doesn’t need to utter clear on his face. He would never force me to go, so this a question of whether I want to. Do I want to? It might not be exactly what I had in my fantasies, but it’s still an entire evening with the most eligible bachelor in town.

“That would work just fine, Mr Warner.” I say in my secretarial voice. Alex Warners eyes glow like a satisfied cat.

“Excellent, Ms Winters.”

The meeting is at an end, And Alex call for his secretary to see us to the elevator. I try to discreetly catch a last glimpse of him as we exit the room. But he has seemingly left by a different door, and the room is now empty.

The ache between my legs has not passed, and the frictions of the seem of my pants against my swollen clit is driving me insane. If I’m going to function for the rest of the day, I need to get this taken care of.

I ask the secretary for directions to the sanitary facilities, giving her a look I know any woman would understand to mean the urgency to change a tampon or a sanitary pad. I feel like peeing would be too simple and Devon might ask me to hold it in. But no woman would refuse another in the monthly need. And it’s not like I can tell her my real purpose.

Devon remains waiting at the elevator, as the secretary leads me to a small, private bathroom. Probably for her own use. I lock the door behind me and hurriedly close the lid on the toilet with one hand, unbuttoning my pants with the other. I throw one shoe off to shake off one pantleg and put my foot on the lid as I push my soaking wet panties to the side and slide my fingers through the slickness of my cunt. I bite my lip to prevent myself from moaning. I’m so turned on; this is only going to take me seconds.

I throw my head back and close my eyes. In the darkness of my mind I imagine Alex Warner’s muscled body behind me. His hard cock pressing against my ass as he is just as hot for me as I’ve been for him all day. The imagery is so vivid I could have sworn I feel the warmth of his hands on me. Stroking down the outside of my thighs, then up the inside. So close, but not all the way there as he watches me touch myself. My breathing is faster, every inch he touches sending me closer to the edge. I gyrate my ass against him, and he meets each movement with his opposite as I rock back and forth, back and forth. His cock on one side and my hand on the other until the lights in the room turn bright and painful and my body shakes with the peak of my pleasure. His hand slides over my own and keeps us moving until I have ridden out the last wave.

I collapse against the toilet seat, my legs too shaky to stand, and just breathe. Just a few seconds to get my bearings before I move to the mirror and stare into my flushed face.

Nothing I can do about that now. If the secretary comments, I’ll just say I’m having cramps or something. I quickly clean myself up, taking off my soaking panties and stuffing them down into the bottom of my handbag and get dressed. A last look in the mirror to check that nothing is inside out. I unlock and open the bathroom door.

And meet Alex Warner waiting for me. Leaning up against the wall his eyes are dark and dangerously sexy, and I immediately blush with the memory of the very vivid fantasy I just used to get myself off.

“Ms Winters,” he purrs. “I hope our facilities were to your...satisfaction?”

I swallow hard.

“Yes, very.” I can barely muster a whisper.

He smiles as if my answer pleased him greatly, and i have an urge to ask if it’s very important to him that his guests like the toilets.

He hands me what looks like a business card, holding it between two fingers.

“You can call this number. It’s for my driver. Let him know when and where to pick you up tonight. He will take you to the event.”

A driver? I never had a personal driver before.

“That’s really not necessary. I can get there on my own.”

He moves closer. So close if I turn slightly, my breast will graze against his arm.

“Please, Kara. Do me the favour of accepting this favour. We wouldn’t want such precious goods to get lost in traffic.”

I can’t breathe. The heat from his body makes my own unbearably hot. But he takes a step back, unaffected, and smiles.

“Please bring the contract safely to the event, Ms Winters. I will see you tonight.”

The contract? Yes of course he meant the contract.

He holds a hand up in goodbye, turns around and walks down the hall. The secretary is quickly by my side, and without another word leads me to the elevator and the waiting Devon Carter.

“Are you ready?”

I nod and we step into the waiting elevator car.

I’m not ready at all.

Thank you for reading! Hope you enjoyed. Next chapter is coming april .

-KE