I wonder if Juniper can tell that I'm a mess inside. I had to sit as far away from Tim as I could in the car so I would stop throbbing with desire for him. The way he put his hand on my back in the elevator left me breathless, and then walking into the arena on his arm? I need to get it together and remember that I work for him. The kind of women who date Timber Stag are the women who can afford the annual fees on the Black Card I saw him pull out to buy me this jersey.
The announcer lists the starting players, and my co-workers all find seats in the box. Everyone got there before us and already picked the buffet clean, but just as I'm about to ask where I can grab a burger, I feel someone tap my shoulder. My boss is standing behind me holding a tray of what looks like every kind of sushi Nakama makes. I feel my jaw drop and he grins. "Your raw fish and rice, madam," he says.
"You are my hero," I blurt out before I pop a piece of sashimi into my mouth. "I'm starving.” I close my eyes--this is delicious. “Mmmm, that’s soooo good! I can't believe you bought me sushi. At a hockey arena." Tim nods his head toward two seats in the back row of the box. The seats are amazing--we are looking down right over the middle of the ice and even though we are high up, the glass front of the box retracts until it feels like we are just above the players. "Is that your brother," I ask, pointing to the tall player with shaggy hair and eyes like Tim's. He nods and I can see his pride in his brother as Ty skates a lap around the ice, enjoying the cheers as his name is announced.
And then Tim's arm touches mine on the armrest between our seats and I can't think straight. The blood is pounding in my ears. I keep my head facing the ice, trying to concentrate on the game, wondering if I imagined the heated moment we shared in the kitchen earlier. My skin burns where it's pressed against his and I squirm in my seat as my desire shifts south in my body. And suddenly, the arena erupts as Ty Stag scores a goal just a few minutes into the game.
Everyone around us jumps to their feet, cheering and hugging. I get swept away in the excitement, giving out high fives, and turning to hug the nearest person to me. Who is, of course, Tim. I pull back from the hug and I can barely breathe. I want so badly to be pressed against his body again. His grey eyes are molten and I see him swallow, his Adam's apple rising and falling. I know I'm not the only one feeling the heat.
We sit back down as the game resumes, but Tim keeps his eyes locked on me. I feel his hand move to my knee, those long, strong fingers gently stroking my leg until I whimper, my desire for him magnified by the fact that we are here at his brother's hockey game and there's no way we can do anything. Can we?
The light above the goal signals a television timeout, and he leans in. "Come with me," he says. It's not a question, and I nod, following him to a private elevator outside the executive suite. He pulls a key card from his wallet and pushes the button for the conference room. Once we are inside the elevator, I gasp as he pushes me against the wall, pressing his body against mine.
"I want you, Alice," he says, his voice ragged, arms on either side of my face. I can't even get words out, I want him so much. "But I can't do anything about it, because you are my employee." My mind is racing, because I want this so much, and I also know that this would change everything at work.
Or would it? Maybe we just need to do this, savor the experience, get it out of our system. "What if this is just…what if just once…"
"Just once."
I nod and he crashes his lips against mine. I moan into his mouth, finally digging my fingers into his hair. I feel him bite my lower lip and as the elevator door opens, his hands slide under my ass and he lifts me against his body.
I wrap my legs around his waist as he walks us into the conference room, slamming the door behind us by kicking it shut. I can taste his urgency as he kisses me hungrily. The rough stubble on his cheeks rasps against the skin of my neck as he dips his head, kissing and biting his way down my body and placing me on the edge of the huge conference table.
I start to worry about what this will mean for my job, how I'll ever look at him the same way again at work. But then his hands find my nipples beneath his turtleneck and I stop caring. Tim's thumbs rub my sensitive nubs until they are hard as cherry pits, poking through my sports bra. I moan, loving his ministrations while he continues to kiss the skin along the side of my neck.
I run my hands along his abs, surprised at the rock-hard muscle I feel beneath his shirt. How did I not notice that my boss has the body of an Adonis beneath those tailored suits he wears every day to work? I begin to pull his shirt over his head, desperate to feast my eyes on him. I lick one of his nipples and his eyes fly wide open, meeting mine. He looks wild, unmoored, and I love that I've gotten him to this state.
I pull away from him and begin to peel off my own clothes as he unsnaps his jeans. They slide to the floor and I can see his erection tenting his black boxer briefs. I reach out a hand to touch the impossibly-large bulge and grin, saying, "What have you got for me, Mr. Stag?"
"Jesus, Alice," he hisses, ripping down my running tights and panties in one tug. "Say that again." He pulls my legs so that I'm on the very edge of the table and I lean back on my elbows as he spreads my knees wide.
I am totally bared for him and as I watch him slide down his briefs I see the stiff rod of his cock and I groan. It's huge, and a drop of pre-cum glistens on the tip as he strokes himself. "Fuck me, Mr. Stag," I whisper.