"And why, Mr. Hayes, would you be late?" Tracy said, teasingly, in between kisses.
"Well, I wanted to show you exactly who I'd like to go to the dance with," he said.
Tracy looked thoughtful. "Gee, I'm not sure if Jenna Tice can make it here in seventeen minutes." Hayes looked hurt for a moment, so Tracy followed with. "I, on the other hand, will be more than happy to let you apologize for wanting to see her."
Hayes gave her a smile, but it was strained. "Don't let it turn into this. John Tice is an old friend of mine. This company would not exist, and I literally would not be the man I am today, if not for him. It would be my privilege to escort his daughter around at the company charity fundraiser. She doesn't hold a candle to you. You're more of a woman than she'll ever be. You're the one that I want to please."
Tracy couldn't help but smile. She knew the words were true, but it was always nice to hear them. She leaned in and whispered in his ear, "Then please me."
Hayes grabbed his cell phone out of his pocket and dialed a number. "James? I'm going to run a little over with some damage control. Hand out the packets and let everyone know to have the details on page six memorized by the time I get there." He hung up without waiting for a response and threw his cell phone back in his pocket.
"Damage control? Is that code for some depraved sexual act?" Tracy asked teasingly.
Mr. Hayes looked at her with a smirk. "Why? What did you have in mind?"
Tracy knew exactly what she had in mind. "Wait here," she commanded. She turned around and sashayed over to his desk. When she got there, she lifted her hands under her skirt. It was a knee-length business skirt, nothing special, but she knew he still found it extremely sexy on her. She found her panties, and made an exaggerated motion of pulling them down, bending down until her hands were touching the floor. She stepped out of her panties and turned to face him. She sat on his desk and crossed her legs.
"Now, what were you saying about wanting to please me?"
Hayes strode across the room, obviously quite eager to please her in his own way. He was about two feet in front of her when Tracy suddenly yelled, "Stop!"He froze in his tracks. Tracy kicked off her pumps, revealing her bare feet. "Start there."
Hayes fell to his knees and took a foot in his hand. He lovingly kissed the top of her foot, before moving up to her ankle. He switched back and forth between legs as his kisses crawled higher and higher. Tracy started to feel herself moisten as his strong hands began wandering further and further up. He gently pulled Tracy's legs apart as far as the knee-length skirt would allow. As he moved past her knees, his fingers attempted to pull the fabric up. Tracy lifted herself up off the desk, and his fingers brought the skirt up to her waist. His fingernails rubbed her nicely as they ran back down to where he was kissing.
Now that she was no longer restricted by the skirt, she spread her legs completely. She moved her ass to the very edge of the desk, baring her sex for him to see. He lifted her right leg and ran his tongue up the inside of her thigh, moving closer and closer to his goal. Her breath began to get heavy as he got closer.
She anticipated the feeling of Mr. Hayes' expert tongue giving her pleasure, and she leaned back across her desk, propping herself up on her elbows. The billionaire inched his way up, savoring the taste of her thighs. When he reached her sweet slit, he slowly encircled it, like a shark circling his prey. Tracy's hands went to her br**sts through her blouse, her fingers touching her ni**les lightly.
Hayes touched his tongue to the bottom of her pu**y, right by her opening. Tracy gasped, and he began to lick it with all the fervor of a man in the desert at an oasis. She could feel the hairs of his five o'clock shadow tickling her all around her pu**y. Tracy always enjoyed this, but she knew what it led to every time. This time, she decided to let him hurry his way along so that he could get to his meeting. She moved her hand to his hair, pulling him upward. The feeling it gave her to control a billionaire's actions was empowering.
He took the hint immediately, going to work on her clit. His tongue flicked in and out of his mouth like a snake's, and with every touch, she found the muscles of her inner thigh twitching with pleasure. She no longer even felt the tickling sensation of his beard, as it faded away with all the other sensations in her body. It was as if she were an extension of her clitoris, only feeling what it felt.
She was climbing towards orgasm fast, unable to slow her climb towards infinity. She let out a series of loud gasps as her toes curled and her fists clenched. She fell off her elbows and laid all the way back on the desk. She arched her h*ps and closed her eyes as the first wave of her orgasm hit. Hayes kept mercilessly licking at her cl*t as her muscles spasmed all over her body. She squeezed her eyes so tightly shut that she saw stars.
Finally, Hayes slowed the pace of his tongue, and she crashed back down to Earth. She let out a sigh of pleasure as he pulled away from her. She watched as he quickly unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. She knew what he had in mind.
As he moved in towards her, she propped herself back up and grabbed onto his cock. She caught it just in time; the head of his c**k was already nestled in her labia. He looked at her quizzically.
She smiled at him. "You didn't think I'd actually reward you for your thoughts, did you?"
He looked fiercely at her, a brief look of rage on his face. He continued to push, and Tracy briefly considered letting him, letting his c**k fill her completely. She managed to hold fast.
"Tut tut, Mr. Hayes. It wouldn't please me at all for you to just take what you want. What I have has to be given freely, and today, I don't give it freely."
That seemed to get through to him, and he finally relented. He did seem annoyed though. He repositioned himself in his pants and zipped up his fly, then wiped at his mouth with a wet-nap while Tracy put her panties back on.
"I'll be flying to New York tonight, but I'll be back for our date tomorrow," he said.
She nodded. "I just want you to know that your apology is accepted. To show there's no hard feelings, I'll be wearing that black dress that you love. You know the one."
He finally smiled. She stared at his eyes, marveled at the glimmer in them, noting how beautiful they were. Soon, however, she felt the blinding sensation that always happened when she made a link with someone. She had become pretty good at hiding it, and just held her nose like she was going to sneeze. As they walked out of the door to his office, he added, "Make sure you wear your dancing shoes, too."