BoardResolution by Joey W. Hill Page B

when you come…” That light smile touched his lips. “Let’s just say we could go through the entire first quarter financial report and you wouldn’t hear a word of it.”
    It was an intensely erotic image. Her body, writhing and straining through climax after climax in the center of the table, while business was conducted as usual. Only she could vividly imagine the way that the words would drift off to silence, into a sexually charged stillness as the attention of every male was absorbed by her display. Their bodies, so marvelously different from a woman’s softness, becoming even more hard , aroused, waiting to be unleashed.
    The way this team interacted during meetings to go over market trends, cost analyses and production reports often reminded her of a dinner scene from Seven Brides for Seven Brothers . Ben gesturing with a carrot stick off the vegetable tray, making a side riposte, Lucas coming back with a quelling retort and then continuing his point with barely a break in stride. Peter pacing, working the latest MENSA-level brainteaser in his hands as he considered the issues of contention and fired thoughts from different sections of the room. Matt interjecting a vital piece of information, seemingly out of left field, but which tied everything together. Jon smiling at them all and working the numbers.
    As their latest cooperative ventures had required more and more frequent meetings with her, they’d included her in the banter, in such a natural way that it had taken her awhile to recognize the tone of her inclusion was somewhat different, low-level flirting dynamics. Something she found she liked, even if she parried it with appropriate cynical retorts.
    She’d enjoyed being surrounded by them so often, being the one-woman beneficiary of their mingled scents, voices, the feel of their heat and strength around her as palpable as physical touch. Once, she’d even caught herself letting out a breath when she sat down among them, as though she’d arrived somewhere she could relax. Be at home.
    “That might be a bit distracting, to all of you.” Her voice shook with nerves. “You could miss a crucial piece of information, lose your advantage.”
    “We could at that.” His lips curved. “Maybe we’d make you participate, get you to go through your numbers with us, answer our questions. See if we couldn’t catch you in a mistake, make you lose that infamous cool of yours.”
    “I’d hardly call it infamous.”
    “Honey, you don’t know the half of it. Don Blatovsky said you were ice from inside out, though he put it in less than flattering terms.” Jon’s eyes took on a gleam. “ Which is why Peter utterly destroyed him in racquetball. ”
    There were a series of chuckles around the table, male sounds of satisfaction that made her feel…protected. Championed.
    “Plus, he didn’t have this crucial bit of information.” Jon leaned forward, bringing his face close to hers as his hand slid across the table, under her suspended body, and found her pussy. He dipped into her heat and wetness, making her gasp. “There’s no ice here. In fact, there’s heat enough to burn.” He smiled at her from inches away, those glowing eyes dominating her vision. “I’m waiting for your answer to my original question.”
    She had to struggle to remember. “I’d like to try it.” Then, because it made her feel raw to see the warmth in his eyes, and sense the pleasurable approval of all men at the table, she added, “Maybe I’ll buy the first one off the line. The Who -Needs-A-Man vibrator.”
    Jon withdrew his hand, brushed his knuckles over her cheek so she smelled herself on his skin. “Honey, I’ve never seen a woman who needed a man more than you do. You’ve needed one your whole life.”
    Before she could fashion a reply to that appalling and confusing statement, he had removed the device from his suit pocket. After all that talk, she would have expected a complicated design. Instead, it was