Cake Love: All Things Payne(102)

"Let me guess, coffee ... black ... like your soul." I smirk and walk to the drink cart. After I prepare the coffee and grab the water bottle I return placing the bottle in front of Ms. Herald. She grins up at me and rips off the cap taking a healthy guzzle.

"Your coffee, Mr. Payne." I whisper to him. As he takes it from my hand our fingers touch causing my skin to prickle and sending shivers straight to my core. I close my eyes and take a deep breath trying to keep a moan from escaping.

Knowing I have to get away from him I rush off to my chair making the mistake of glancing up once I am seated to encounter Mr. Payne's eyes focused solely on me. His magnetic gaze holds mine causing the sound to drown out only to be replaced by the loud beating of my heart. My skin tingles as heat grows inside. I feel hot and very, very wet.

How can one man's eyes do this to me? My insides are melting and I know if the lights were up in the room everyone would wonder why my skin is flush. Everyone, except Mr. Payne.

The meeting goes on around us but we can't seem to look away from one another. Before I realize it the lights flicker on breaking me from Mr. Payne's hold. I turn my head to see a smiling Mr. Mitchell packing up his laptop. Various conversations go on around me as everyone gets up to leave. When I glance back to Mr. Payne's chair it's empty and I find him walking around the table to talk to Mr. Mitchell. After a few moments Mr. Mitchell turns to me.

"Ms. Drake, I need you to stay behind. Mr. Payne has a few questions for you in regards to your former employment with him. After you two are done talking, come to my office so we can go over the notes."

Mr. Mitchell's eyes are cemented to the floor as he speaks to me. I nod in response and wonder if he can even see my head move. Before I know it the room is empty and Mr. Payne walks to the door to close it. Then he locks it.

Henrik turns to me, his expression telling me everything at once. There is to be no discussion about my work here or at Mimir. This is the "more" he wants from me.

"You can fight this, Morgana!" my Brain interjects. "You are a strong woman. Sex is more than sexual attraction, good looks and arousal."

"No, Brain, it's not. It can be more, but not always. Right now that is all Mr. Payne wants and I am starting to get tired of fighting, because as much as I want more from him romantically I still very much want the sex too." Brain freaks when I say this yelling something about getting caught and then getting fired from two jobs for the same thing in a month. I shove her in the closet where Heart has been moping the last few weeks and lock the door.

"Morgana, I missed you." Mr. Payne explains as he strides up to me.

"You know where I live. If you missed me so much then why didn't you contact me?"

He is not getting off that easy. I put my hands on my hips to emphasize how determined I am. I am not really determined, but I would like him to think so.

He bites his lower lip and slowly releases it, of course making my eyes stare at his mouth. He tasted so good when he was at my apartment. I wonder if he still tastes that wonderful.

Mr. Payne brings his finger to the side of my neck by my ear and slowly traces a path down to the edge of my blouse.

"I know where you live. But if I remember correctly it was you who told me to leave. I figured you didn't want to see me again."

I lean back gripping the edge of the conference table and sigh.

"It doesn't matter now. I see you easily got your job back and a cute little assistant to boot."

Henrik grabs my hips and before I have time to react he pushes me up on the table. He hitches my skirt up, grabbing my panties, and begins to tug at them. I lift my ass so he can pull them off and place them in his jacket pocket. Separating my legs he moves closer to me. I look up into his hooded gaze and feel his hands searing my thighs with his grip.

"Are you jealous, Morgana?" the bastard smirks and I just want to slap it off his face and then violently attack it with my tongue and lips.

"No ... Yes ... Shit."

He chuckles as his hands leave my thighs and move up to my blouse to begin unfastening the buttons. I let him. Every glance, word, and touch he gives me burns and God help me I want more. His hands finally push back the fabric and the red lace of my bra releasing my breasts. Henrik bends and takes a nipple into his mouth while his hand massages the other. I arch into him as a small moan escapes my mouth.

His hand drops from my breast to slip between my thighs as his fingers glide inside and I gasp from the intrusion. He stands, releasing my firm nipple from his lips. I start to grind against his hand while staring into his darkening eyes. As I inhale his minty spice scent my mind is flooded with him doing this exact same thing to me in another building just a few months ago. I try to focus on him, not the realization that so much has changed in this short time. I don't care what he tells me, I know he has feelings for me even if he is too chicken-shit to admit it.

"Don't be jealous of Ms. Herald. She is barely competent at her job. She makes your face plants look like an ingenious client negotiation. Besides I like my assistants to be intelligent and ... know what they want."

I reach for his hand between my legs to gain control of something, but my grasp loosens as I become all too aware of my body's shift toward a climax. His other hand releases my breast to unfasten and unzip his pants. I lick my lips in expectation of what he will reveal to me.

As he pulls out his cock I notice something, it's big. Not run-away-in-fear large, but bigger then I have ever experienced. As he pumps into me with his fingers his other hand works his cock.