Page 30 of The Boardroom: Kirk
I stood frozen on the spot, my books shaking in my arms as I watched Kirk disappear. In a matter of moments, everything was gone.
He was gone.
Johnathan’s New Year’s Eve speech is supposed to be a bore, according to my coworkers, but this time he’s broken all of the rules and is roaring drunk.
I watch him gulp down another tequila shot and giggle. Kirk has already advised him to hold back and has been consistently handing him tiny paper cones of water from the water cooler, but he’s still a mess.
“This company,” Johnathan slurs. “You guys! You’re amazing! You really, really are. Except when Cassidy takes too many sick days to go on his yacht. But otherwise, wow, you guys…” he breaks down laughing, and I do too. There’s something indescribably empowering and amusing about seeing your powerful boss so completely hammered. Ever since Johnathan and Samantha had become a couple, Kirk had told me, Johnathan had gotten a lot more low-key with things…which hey, could be bad for Torver Corporation in the long run, but for now, it seemed pretty good to us.
I know spending New Year’s Eve at an office party,inyour office building, with your boss, sound pretty horrifying—and I thought it was too, at first. But Torver Corporation New Year’s Eve parties are the best ones around, and I even saw a few people trying to sneak in through the door. Johnathan went all out this year, supplying bottles upon bottles of expensive champagne that I knew must have cost a fortune. Sabryna’s reception desk had been moved aside to make way for a jazz band, and servers roamed around the room with food on platters. Kirk had been right about skipping dinner—I was already full from all of the bizarre and expensive food constantly being offered to me on platters. I had eaten smoked salmon with capers, caviar, stuffed mushrooms, brie and cranberry tarts, and a couple of things that were beyond any sort of identification but were delicious anyway.
I look over at Johnathan and Kirk and laugh. Johnathan is staring at one of the strange and abstract modern paintings he bought on the wall, telling Kirk his drunken thoughts on them as he stares quizzically at it. I was looking forward to hearing the full report of the conversation later.
“Hello, darling,” came a voice behind me, and I jumped in my skin. It was Cassidy, drunk on what looked like a glass of scotch and, most likely, his ego.
“Hey Cassidy,” I said, taking a breath. Cassidy was one of those men that even a woman head over heels in love with someone else has to try and keep her composure while talking to. The deep, melodic tones of Cassidy’s British-accented voice had won him many a woman over the years.
“You sure are lucky to have Kirk,” Cassidy said, looking over at him with Johnathan and smiling. “He’s a good guy, to be taking care of Johnathan like that. He’s been that good for as long as I’ve known him.”
“Same here,” I said, and smiled. I loved that about Kirk. He was so…good.Every moment I was with him, I was proud of him for being that good, and that kind. I had total faith in him, and I felt safe.
I watched Cassidy wander over to some girls in their early twenties, strangers who must have managed to sneak in for the party. He was somehow managing to flirt with all three of them at once, seamlessly and shamelessly. I thought back to all the men like Cassidy I had dated over the years…bad boys and flirts who annoyed me on dates and bored me in the bedroom. All those men, and all that wasted time, just to end up back where I had started.
I turned around to find Kirk behind me.With him.
Kirk was dressed in a dark gray button-down with navy jeans, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to show the muscular lines of his forearms. “There’s some paperwork we need to look at for the case with the electric company,” Kirk said, and I looked at him quizzically. He winked and motioned for me to follow him down the hall to my office.
I sat on the edge of my desk and looked at Kirk invitingly. “So, paperwork, huh?”
“Nope,” Kirk said knowingly, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. He slid a hand up my dress and whispered in my ear. “I just didn’t think I could stand in that room with you in that little black dress any longer without taking you right then and there…”
“Ah,” I said, smirking. “So, you take me here.”
We smiled at each other, giddy with the thought of having a secret tryst in the midst of an office party. And why not?
Kirk took the blanket I had thrown in the chair in the corner and laid it down on the floor behind my desk, keeping his eyes locked on me the whole time.
“We’re really doing this?” I giggled, looking him up and down. “You, Kirk Atkins, the rule follower, former valedictorian and current Torver Corporation star lawyer…you’re going to fuck me in my office? Since when do you break rules?”
Kirk grinned and pulled me towards him in one sharp movement. “You know I’d break any rule for you…” he whispered, and I sighed as he pulled me down to the ground with him.
I straddled Kirk and kissed him, running my hands over the firm muscles of his chest as I worked on unbuttoning his shirt. I loved the thrill of having him on the floor of my office while the party carried on outside…I did lock the door, right? But either way, the thrill of it was exhilarating.
I peeled off my dress and flung it over the office chair, leaving me straddling Kirk in the corner of the room in my bra and panties. Kirk looked up at me in awe as I yanked off the rest of his shirt, revealing the rippling curves of his arms. He laid back down on the blanket, breathless, as I undid his belt and dress pants and pulled them down, freeing his hardened cock from the confines of his boxers. I leaned down to kiss him roughly and he groaned, already begging for more friction. I stroked my hand up and down his cock and watched him tilt his head back in pleasure. I kissed the inside of his neck and smiled as he sighed.
“You’re such a tease” he said breathlessly as I ground against him.
“You love it though.”
“I do.”
I finally relented, peeling off my panties and sinking down onto the hard length of him with a sigh of pleasure. I moved back and forth ecstatically, keeping my hands on Kirk’s chest, my fingertips gripping his pecs for balance. He felt incredible inside of me and I couldn’t get enough.
I looked around the room in disbelief for a moment, thinking of how different things were from when I walked in this office for the first time. Now here I was, panting on the floor of it, riding the sexiest and most gorgeous man, I had ever been with. Who knew.
Kirk brought his fingers down to me to touch me as I rode him, and I could feel myself getting close. I sunk my head into his neck and moaned as I came with an electric euphoria, and Kirk held me tighter. He followed soon after, and I rolled off of him with a contented and smug sort of satisfaction.
“Wow,” Kirk said. “I mean, that was…”
