First Impressions: The Fix Up Part 19

She threw her head back against the seat, aching to have more than his fingers inside her this time. She pressed against his hand, forcing his digits deeper as he screeched into the parking lot of a high-rise hotel.

Ben braked in a parking spot, then drew his hand back and kissed her hard. "Wait here," he said as he undid his seat belt.

Holly nodded and crossed her legs as he threw open the car door and sprinted for the hotel lobby. She watched him go, smoothing her hair down with hands that wouldn't stop shaking. She barely had time to undo her own seat belt before Ben was back at the car and yanking her door open. "Come on. We've got a room on the eighth floor, which means I can use the elevator ride to get most of your clothes off."

She let him pull her to her feet, electrified by his touch. They raced to the hotel's side door, pulling each other along as they headed for the bank of elevators.

"This way." Ben gripped her hand tighter as he pulled her into the elevator after him and hit the b.u.t.ton for the eighth floor. Then he turned and pushed her up against the wall. "Where were we?" he murmured.

"You were kissing me. And touching me. And using business jargon to get me hot."

"Right. I think I was dipping my pen in the company ink."

"Christ, yes," she gasped as his hand found its way under her skirt again, and Holly thanked her lucky stars she hadn't bothered putting her panties back on. His fingers slipped inside her as she braced herself on the handrail. Her palms were damp with sweat and she lost her grip, but Ben held her up, pinning her against the wall. He was completely in control, just like she'd coached him.

She was equally thrilled and terrified.

"Is this what they mean by market penetration?" she groaned as his fingers slid deep inside her.

"Absolutely," he said as he slid his finger out and then in again. "We need to really drill down on the issue."

"I believe it requires some deep a.n.a.lysis."

Holly let go of the rail to caress one hand up his back. The other hand found its way to the front of his trousers and she moaned aloud at the hardness she found there. "Are your a.s.sets expanding, or are you just happy to see me?"

"I'm really f.u.c.king happy to see you," he breathed against her neck as he kissed her there, then worked his way down. "G.o.d, Holly, I want you. I want to taste you and touch you and feel myself sliding inside you."

"I accept that offer." Everything inside her buzzed with energy, and she almost couldn't believe she was about to have him for real.

The elevator doors swished open, and Ben stepped in front of her, s.h.i.+elding her from prying eyes. She smoothed her hands over her hair, nodding to the elderly couple that stood frowning beside the elevator. Ben turned and grabbed her hand, pulling her along behind him.

"Sir. Ma'am," he said. "Lovely afternoon."

Holly stifled a giggle as he tugged her down the hall. She could hear the old woman t.i.ttering behind her.

"Did you see that-"

The words faded behind them as Ben shoved the key card into the slot on the door. He pushed it open, then took off his gla.s.ses. Tossing them on a table by the door, he turned back to Holly. He didn't bother with lights as he pulled her inside, kicking the door shut behind them.

"Are you up for some collaborative interface?"

"I should be able to fit you in and seal the deal for good."

Her voice was high and tight and she was running out of business jargon and working brain cells. She twined her fingers around his neck as their mouths collided in a kiss so fierce it uncoiled something dark and primal inside her. Ben walked her backward toward the bed, holding her upright and not breaking the kiss as his hands moved over her back, her ribs, her neck.

Holly felt the back of her legs b.u.mp the bed as his hands moved to her hips. Then he cupped her a.s.s, and she gave a squeak of surprise as he lifted her off the ground and tossed her back onto the bed. He fell with her, pinning her beneath all that lovely, solid weight.

He broke the kiss to gaze into her eyes. "Last chance. You sure?"

"Positive. Kiss me again."

"I'll take direction from you any day." He claimed her mouth as she clawed at his s.h.i.+rt, tugging it free from his pants. She slid her palms over his newly bared flesh, enjoying the flex of muscle in his lower back. Ben was still kissing her silly, his mouth exploring the edge of her jawbone, the tip of her chin, the soft hollow behind her ear. One of his hands slipped beneath her, unhooking her bra through her s.h.i.+rt as though he'd done it a million times before. She moaned as her b.r.e.a.s.t.s slipped free of the underwire, and his palm slid around to cup one, his thumb grazing her nipple.

Holly clutched at his belt, needing more. She wanted to feel his skin against hers, to know the intimate weight of his chest pressing her into the bedspread. She skimmed her hands up his body, bringing them to rest on his chest. She pushed against him, and Ben broke the kiss. She seized the chance to grab hold of his tie, her fingers fumbling with the knot at the top.

"The downside of being a CEO," he murmured, laughing as she tugged at the necktie in frustration. "It takes a lot less effort to remove pajama pants."

"I'm about two seconds from chewing through this d.a.m.n tie."

"Allow me."

Ben worked the knot free while Holly marveled at how quickly he'd managed to master the unfamiliar accessory. The man was a fast learner, she had to admit. She reached up and began slipping b.u.t.tons through their holes, stripping him down to a plain white unders.h.i.+rt. He tossed his tie aside and went back to kissing her, marking a burning path of lip prints down her throat and into the hollow between her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Holly shoved the sleeves of his dress s.h.i.+rt off his shoulders, her fingertips lingering on the curve of his biceps.

He had her skirt hiked up over her hips again, and she wrapped her legs around him, pressing herself into the bulge in the front of his slacks. She arched her hips to grind against him, wanting more.

Ben drew back again, angling himself up on his forearms. "How about we expedite negotiations with some synergistic processing?"

"Say what?"

He grinned. "Let's take our s.h.i.+rts off on the count of three."

"Deal."

"Three, two-"

Holly yanked her top off, not willing to wait the extra second. She tossed the garment aside and shrugged off her bra, thrilled to see Ben s.h.i.+rtless and gloriously bare-chested before her.

"Very efficient," she said. "The mark of a good CEO."

"You should see what I can do with a spreadsheet."

She laughed as his lips found hers again and his bare chest pressed against hers. He had a light dusting of chest hair, and the feel of it against her nipples was exquisite. She moved her hands down his back, savoring every inch of muscle and bone as Ben kissed his way down her throat and between her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. His mouth found her nipple and Holly cried out.

"G.o.d, that feels good."

"You have the most beautiful nipples in the world," he said, making a trail of kisses from one to the other. "So sensitive."

She gripped the back of his head as he continued to lick and suck and stroke until she was nearly mindless. When she was sure she couldn't take it anymore, she struggled to sit up, pus.h.i.+ng him onto his back as she moved.

"I need you inside me," she said, reaching for the front of his slacks and unhooking the b.u.t.ton. She grabbed the tab of his zipper and tugged down. It caught halfway down, refusing to budge. She gave it another tug. Nothing. She let out a small scream of frustration.

"No! This isn't happening."

He laughed and moved her hands aside, his own fingers replacing hers on his fly. "I've got this," he said, and yanked it open with maddening ease.

"How did you-"

"I've been honing my skills at both dressing and undressing myself."

"A man in charge," she said, moving down his body and taking his pants and boxer briefs with her. "I like it."

"I know you do. Maybe I should get a gold star."

"Absolutely."

"And a b.l.o.w.j.o.b."

"Your wish is my command," she said with a laugh, refusing to let her brain go down the path of the last time she'd allowed herself to be at the beck and call of a career-driven man. That was then, and this was now, and she urgently wanted to live in the now.

"G.o.d, yes," he said as Holly crawled back up his body, admiring the gorgeous, naked length of it. She took hold of his c.o.c.k and used the tip of her tongue to make a slow circle around the head of it. Ben groaned as she flattened her tongue and drew him all the way into her mouth. She released the pressure, letting him slide all the way out before drawing him back in again.

"This would work better as a collaborative a.s.similation," he said.

She licked the tip of his c.o.c.k, grinning. "I don't know what that means, but I'll agree to pretty much anything you suggest at this point."

His hand closed around her ankle and tugged. Holly giggled as his other hand slid to her hip and he pulled her gently around so she faced the other way. She had one knee on either side of his head, and her whole body hovering over his as she knelt on all fours. For an instant, she felt self-conscious. Then she felt nothing but pleasure as Ben's tongue dipped inside her.

"Oh, G.o.d."

She peered between her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and thighs to see him smiling as he teased and stroked and made her mindless with his tongue. Realizing she still had a death-grip on his c.o.c.k, Holly focused her attention there once more, drawing him into her mouth.

Ben moaned, and the vibration of it sent a buzz of pleasure coursing through her. He continued probing her with his tongue, making slow circles around her c.l.i.t as Holly sucked him in deep, hopeful he felt even a fraction of the pleasure he was giving her. They stayed like that until Holly felt her knees start to quiver. She was on the brink, and she could tell he was, too.

"Holly, stop," he gasped, his breath warm on her thigh. "I need to be inside you."

"Condom," she breathed, thankful she'd had the foresight to shove one in her wallet. She located her purse on the floor and found the foil packet in a heartbeat. She tore it open and sheathed him with it faster than she'd ever performed the task in her life. Then she moved over him, pinning him on his back. She crawled up his body until her knees were splayed around his hips and his c.o.c.k was poised so close to her opening, even the tiniest movement would have him inside her. Ben put his hands on her waist.

"Do it, Holly," he breathed. "f.u.c.k me."

The words sent a jolt of pleasure through her body, rattling her from the nape of her neck to the tips of her toes. He was staking his claim, stepping up to the plate like a real CEO and demanding what he wanted.

And what he wanted was her.

Holly licked her lips. "You drive a hard bargain, Mr. CEO."

"Let's put this deal to bed."

"I'm nothing if not a team player."

She grabbed hold of his c.o.c.k and slid it inside her, gasping as he filled her completely. She stayed motionless for a few seconds, her body adjusting to the feel of him rooted so deeply. Then she began to move.

He moaned and slid his hands up her rib cage, cupping her b.r.e.a.s.t.s as she moved over him.

"Ben, you feel so good."

"So do you. So tight. So wet."

She rode him slowly at first, enjoying the slow build of pleasure and the feel of his swollen shaft buried deep inside her. She felt her hips quickening even before she realized she was doing it, her pace growing more frenzied as the pressure inside her began to build.

"That's it, baby," he murmured, stroking his thumbs over her nipples. "Make yourself come."

She drew her hands up to her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, her fingers twining with his to squeeze and knead and stroke. She wasn't usually this bold when it came to touching herself in front of a man, but something about Ben brought it out in her. Emboldened by the pleasure coursing through her, she moved her palm down her belly. She let her index finger graze her c.l.i.t, softly at first, then with a firmer touch.

She gasped at the sensation as Ben thrust his hips up to drive deeper into her. "That's it, honey," he whispered. "Show me how you like it."

She'd never felt so bold with a man before, so confident taking her own pleasure while a strong, solid male moved beneath her.

"G.o.d, Ben."

"Keep going, baby. Stroke your c.l.i.t while you ride me."

"That feels so f.u.c.king good," she moaned.

"Tell me when you're close, baby."

"I'm close," she breathed, riding him harder now. "So close."

"Open your eyes, Holly. I want to watch you when you come."

She obeyed, pretty sure she'd do anything he told her to right now. His eyes were dark and molten, the amber flecks sparking in a beam of light through a part in the curtains. Holly locked her gaze on his, conscious of the blood pounding in her head, Ben pounding between her legs, and the delicious eruption building inside her.

"Ben!"

"Yes," he groaned. "Do it. I'm there with you."

He thrust up to meet her, angling his hips to hit something so mind-blowing she went orbiting into a new dimension of pleasure. She screamed from the shock and the ecstasy and the utter certainty she'd never felt anything like this before.

She saw Ben's eyes go wide and felt him shudder beneath her. "Oh, G.o.d."

His gaze locked with hers as he dropped his hands to her hips and brought her down harder onto him. With each wave that hit her, another crashed into him until they were both sweaty and dizzy and totally, completely spent.

Holly collapsed forward, landing with her head on his chest. Ben rolled to his side, easing her with him so they lay face to face with their breath mingling and their limbs caught in a delicious tangle.

"Well," he said. "That was the best internal business merger I've ever been part of."

Ben didn't remember falling asleep with Holly in his arms, but it must have happened at some point. He woke bleary-eyed and confused about why his pants were hanging from the lamp and why they seemed to be vibrating.

It took him a few seconds to realize his phone was ringing. As gently as he could, he eased Holly off his chest and rolled away from her. He burrowed a hand into his pants pocket and pulled out the phone, peering at the readout. Where the h.e.l.l were his gla.s.ses?

The words came into focus as he squinted, and Ben felt his gut sink.

Dad.

He thought about not answering it. Then he remembered the lecture Lyle had given two days before.

"A good CEO never takes a break," he'd insisted. "Your mind's always working, your guard's always up, and your phone's always on."

Ben sighed and hit the b.u.t.ton to answer the call. "Hey, Dad. What's up?"