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  Boardroom

  Kay Baardsson arrives late to lunch, expecting her husband to be waiting for her, only to find that Nils has been called out of the office. Lucky for her, his business partner, Thalia Mason, is more than up to the task of keeping her occupied… until Nils interrupts and things get a little more interesting.

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  Boardroom

  Jade Buchanan

  Aspen Mountain Press

  Boardroom

  Copyright @ 2009 Jade Buchanan

  This e-book is a work of fiction. While references may be made to actual places or events, the Names, characters, incidents, and locations within are from the author’s imagination and are not a resemblance to actual living or dead persons, businesses, or events. Any similarity is coincidental.

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  Published by Aspen Mountain Press, May 2009

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  ISBN: 978-1-60168-219-2

  Released in the United States of America

  Editor: Nikita Gordyn

  Cover artist: Celia Kyle

  Kay Baardsson waved to Vicki, stopping for a moment to ask the woman how her new grandson was doing. It had been a few weeks since the last time she stopped by her husband’s work, and she had already taken nearly 20 minutes to get to his office since she kept getting waylaid by people wanting to say hi.

  She was going to be late, as it was. They were supposed to be meeting for lunch.

  A few minutes later, she was pushing open the door to Nils’ inner sanctum, spying the empty room beyond. Well. That wasn’t good. Where was Nils? Tapping her foot, she glanced at her watch. Nope, she was definitely a few minutes late. He should be here. Kay walked forward, her heels sinking into the lush carpet as she crossed the expanse in front of his desk. The windows beyond provided a breathtaking view of the City limits, the mountains in the background. She made a mental note to ask Nils if they could head to Banff soon. She loved walking through the park, stopping in the Village to pick up a few items in the shops.

  The sound of the door opening behind her startled Kay, causing her to jump. Twirling around, she put her hand to her chest, breathing deeply. “Oh, Thalia, you startled me.”

  The willowy blonde smiled widely, closing the door with a quiet snick. “I have a message from your husband.”

  “He’s going to be late, isn’t he?” Damn it, she was really looking forward to lunch.

  “Actually, sweetie, he’s not going to make it at all. We had a mini crisis with TechCorp and Nils has to deal with it in the main boardroom. He hates it, you know, but he didn’t have a choice.”

  Kay sighed. “I know, and I can’t even be mad. I was just looking forward to this.”

  “Well, he did send a message for you.” Thalia leaned back against the door, crossing her arms over her chest.

  “Yeah?” Maybe Nils was going to pony up for dinner tonight. Not that he had to take her out for dinner to make up for missing lunch; she understood fully what his work demands were like.

  “He wants you to enjoy the lunch he sent up.”

  Kay glanced around, looking for this mysterious lunch. “There’s nothing here.”

  “Actually, it’s right in front of you. Your husband sent me.”

  “I’m sorry?” Kay gasped out a laugh.

  Stepping forward, Thalia paced toward Kay with an intent stare. “We had a little chat. He mentioned that you two have talked about me a time or two. As soon as I heard, I knew I had to come up and see you the first chance I got.”

  Kay chewed her bottom lip. Nils wouldn’t really have said anything, would he? Not to Thalia Mason of all people. The woman was his business partner, co-owner of the small company the two had been running for the past four years. In all that time, Kay had certainly fantasized about Thalia, but she’d never thought it would be anything more than that. It just didn’t seem right.

  It wasn’t until the Christmas party this past year that she’d even known which way Thalia swung anyway. When the other woman had shown up with her girlfriend, all of Kay’s fantasies had instantly morphed into something else.

  Nils had loved the side effects, as he’d definitely benefited from Kay’s sexual thoughts about Thalia. That’s all they were… fantasies. Right?

  “What exactly did he say?” She needed to figure out what her husband had done.

  Thalia was now a foot in front of Kay, her wintery blue gaze nearly melting Kay’s knees. Thalia reached out, brushing a chocolate coloured strand of hair back behind Kay’s ear. Shivering, Kay parted her lips.

  “What do you think he said?”

  Oh no, they weren’t going to play that game. “I asked you first,” Kay breathed.

  A wicked chuckle burst forth from Thalia’s cupid-bow lips. “Mmm… sounds like there might be something he left out. What’s got you nervous, kitty cat?”

  “I don’t know what… what you’re talking about.”

  “Sure you don’t.”

  Kay felt completely out of her element. She was used to having Nils with her when this happened. He was the take-charge one, the smooth one. She tended to sit back and let him take control. It was the way things had always been between them, the way she preferred them. She loved feeling the care and attention he paid to her. It had been the same since they started dating so many years ago.

  He had known since the beginning that she was bisexual, and he’d never had a problem with her experimenting with other women. He’d once told her that seeing her sexually aroused was a bigger turn-on for him than anything else. Nils had a bit of a voyeuristic kink, which was just fine with her. Throughout their dating, and then their marriage, both had made things work by being open and honest with each other. No subject was taboo, which was how Thalia had first been brought up one night.

  They’d played with others a time or two in the past, whenever one of them needed something more, but they’d always done it together. Now, here she was, without the safety net her husband normally provided. Kay was suddenly nervous, her palms damn near sweating. This wasn’t like her at all.

  Warm air ghosted against her ear, a puff of breath before Thalia moved on. Kay shivered, her nerve endings waking up. She was almost hyper-aware, her body tense.

  “Close your eyes.”

  “What?”

  “Close your eyes, kitten. It will make everything better. Let’s work on those clenched fists. See if I can relax you a bit. Nothing will happen that you don’t want.”

  Taking a deep breath, Kay let it out in a shaking exhale. Her lashes fluttered before she capitulated, closing her eyes. Instantly her other senses blared to life. Without her sight, she was more tense, not sure what Thalia would do next.

  “I thought you were…” Kay swallowed, not sure how to continue.

  “What?”

  “I thought you were seeing someone.”

  “I was. I’m not anymore.”

  “Oh.” Well, then.

  A touch ran down Kay’s back, causing her to arch and open her eyes in surprise.
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  “I do believe I asked you to close those. Do I need to blindfold you?”

  “No… well…” What did she want? In her mind, in the safe little world she created with Nils, she wanted to be with Thalia, wanted to experience pleasure at the blonde’s hands. But this wasn’t the way she’d planned it. This wasn’t the way she’d thought it would happen. So, why did that element of surprise make her palms sweat and her breath catch in her throat? Her pussy throbbed, moisture pooling at the visions rolling through her mind. She had fantasized about this moment for so long she almost didn’t believe it was happening.

  “I think that’s a yes. Hold on, kitten. Don’t move.”

  Sighing deeply, Kay raised her hands and rested her palms flat on her belly. She tried to still the racing of her heart, tried to calm down.

  Soft silk touched her face. Blinking at the fabric, she recognized the pattern. “That’s…”

  “One of your husband’s ties, yes.”

  Nils always kept a change of clothes at the office, for the off-chance he needed them. Looked like they were about to use his emergency clothing in a way he certainly hadn’t intended. Although… knowing her husband, she wouldn’t put it past him to have thought up this little interlude all on his own.

  “How long…” God, what was wrong with her? Would it kill her to finish a sentence?

  “How long until he comes up here? Or how long am I going to make you beg before I let you cum?”

  Shuddering, knees buckling, Kay was caught by one of Thalia’s strong arms. Oh… oh, yes. This was exactly what she needed.

  “Can you stand?”

  Kay nodded, unable to form the words.

  “Good, now stay still, gorgeous.”

  The silk tie was once again draped over her eyes. A few tugs on the material and Thalia released her, leaving Kay standing blindfolded in the middle of the room. Licking her lips, Kay waited, wondering what was going to happen next.

  “Why?” Kay whispered, needing to know the answer.

  “Why am I here?”

  Yes, that’s what she needed to know. Why was Thalia up here, why had Nils talked to her?

  “Your husband knows I’m gay. When I mentioned I’d broken up with Claire, he asked if I wanted to experience something different, something with you. I didn’t know you were bi, but even if I had, I wouldn’t make a move on a married woman. Not without knowing the rules first, at least.”

  “And did he explain the rules?”

  Two hands grasped Kay’s hips, pulling her back flush against Thalia’s chest. Kay let her head tip back, resting it on the taller woman’s shoulder. A warm puff of air wafted along her temple before Thalia pressed her lips to the sensitive spot. “There’s only one rule, kitten.”

  “Wh-what’s that?”

  Thalia ran her palms up Kay’s body, brushing the sides of her breasts before moving back down to smooth along her hips and belly. “Whatever I do…”

  “Yes?”

  “I have to drive you crazy first.”

  “Oh… God.”

  Her breasts were cupped in those talented hands, the touch almost too soft, enough to have Kay shifting trying to increase the contact. Thalia kissed her way down Kay’s neck, sucking up what was sure to be a mark on the vulnerable hollow of her throat. Kay trembled, leaning into the touch.

  Nimble fingers inched their way down Kay’s stomach, playing over the quivering muscles as Kay tried to control her breathing. It wasn’t working, she was going to hyperventilate if she didn’t get herself to calm down. There was just too much, the fantasies in her mind warring with the reality of Thalia’s touch, was near to overloading her system.

  Seconds later she’d never been more grateful for the fact that she preferred skirts when she felt the slide of cotton along her thighs. Thalia slowly inched the fabric up Kay’s legs, baring more of her flesh. When she reached the bottom, gentle fingertips traced along the skin revealed.

  Blindly, Kay turned her head, seeking Thalia’s mouth. The two met with a moan, lips melding, tasting each other. One of Thalia’s arms lifted, clasping tightly around Kay’s waist, holding her in place. Thalia spread the fingers of her other hand, touching as much of Kay’s skin as she could, her grip firm on her thigh.

  Kay tore her lips away. “Please, Thalia.”

  “Please, what, kitten?”

  “I want more.” Her pussy was clenching, throbbing with need. She was desperate for relief.

  “You’re not nearly crazy enough, gorgeous. I want you begging.”

  “I don’t know if I can…”

  “Oh, trust me. You can. Now, open up.”

  Thalia’s tongue slipped between her lips, the taste strong and sweet, sending frissons down Kay’s spine. Kay whimpered, the sound lost in Thalia’s mouth. Thalia’s hands firmed, moving intently over her body. Her shirt was pulled up, draped over her breasts, baring Kay to the room. She hadn’t worn a bra; she didn’t need one to be honest. Thalia didn’t seem to mind, her fingers moving quick and sure across Kay’s body. Her breasts were cupped again, the nipples pinched, soothed, the alternating pressure making Kay writhe.

  She cried out, the sound once again swallowed by Thalia. Needing more, desperate for something to ease the near painful clench of her swollen pussy, Kay pressed back into Thalia, rubbing her ass against the other woman’s mound. She was the ideal height, perfect. Everything about her was just so damned right.

  Gently, so careful Kay wanted to gasp, Thalia lowered them to the floor, both women ending up on their knees. Kay tried to turn in Thalia’s arms but the other woman kept her grip firm, controlling Kay’s movements. She couldn’t move. The only thing that would make this perfect would be if her arms were bound. She couldn’t suggest it, though. She was afraid if she even thought about it she would spontaneously combust.

  Nimble fingers made their way down over Kay’s stomach, ending up curled in the thatch of hair at her groin. Trembling, Kay froze, waiting for the fingers to move south, near-frozen in anticipation.

  Thalia pulled away, soothing Kay’s rough cry with a soft murmur and a kiss to her cheek.

  “This needs to come off.” She tugged at Kay’s shirt.

  Obedient, Kay raised her arms, letting Thalia pull her top off. The sound of the fabric hitting the floor reached her ears before Thalia once again distracted her. Her skirt was pulled up again, the fabric bunched around her waist. Kay was pressed forward, her elbows sinking into the thick carpet. Kay turned her head, resting her cheek against the silken threads. She’d never been more glad her husband had splurged on the rug. She’d have to get him to repeat this little interlude, just the two of them reliving her time with Thalia.

  “You’re thinking too much.”

  “What?” She tried to raise her head, a soft touch getting her to settle once again. Kay blinked behind the blindfold, frowning in concentration. Thalia was right, she was definitely thinking too much. She wasn’t near desperate enough.

  An inquisitive touch through her panties, brushing against the heat of her arousal, had her moaning into the carpet, trying to hide her voice. She didn’t want anyone to come to investigate, couldn’t have Thalia stop now.