ear so she could hear him over the music. Natasha stuck her tongue out at him in response, and Eric laughed.
“You’re no fun.” Natasha pouted at him.
Eric bent to her and kissed her hard on the lips, “I think you’ve had enough fun for tonight sweetheart or at least while we’re in public.”
“Not quite Mr Rothman.” She warned him, “I want to dance.”
Eric groaned, “Seriously?” he asked.
“Yes Eric, just one dance, but I want to dance.” Natasha told him. “Come on.” She stood up, tugging on Eric’s hand. “Come on Eric, please,” she tugged on his hand hard, just as the Neil Diamond impersonator started to sing ‘Solitary Man.’
They found a place on the dance floor and Eric pulled Natasha into his arms, since the song was one that was slow enough for them to dance close. Of course Eric was a fantastic dancer despite his protests about being on the dance floor in the first place. He held her close, his body brushing hers, his thighs against hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck, resting her cheek against his chest, breathing deeply of his scent, a mix of aftershave and just that heady scent that was Eric.
Eric moved Natasha around the dance floor, their hips touching, their bodies so close there was no gap between them. Their thighs brushed against one another and he pressed a hand into the small of her back, curving her so they were locked even closer together.
They continued to move slowly, their bodies moving in time to the music. Being so close to Eric was starting to affect Natasha, she could feel every masculine inch of him so close to her sex, and it was starting to make her long for the barrier of their clothing to be gone. She bowed her back, briefly grinding her pelvis against him, curling one leg around his as she leaned back.
To his credit, Eric didn’t miss a beat, dipping her back for a moment, then pulling her upright and cupping her buttocks for just seconds to grind her against him, where Natasha could feel the beginning of his arousal.
Eric bent to brush his lips against hers and they moved around the dance floor so close, they were like an extension of one another. Natasha wondered how she was ever going to be able to let him go. For someone who had entered this relationship a virgin, she could barely keep her hands off Eric now. How was she supposed to give that up and possibly go back to being nothing more than his employee?
The song ended and Natasha stepped back, reluctantly from Eric. “We can go now, if you’ve had enough.” She told him.
“I have.” He said, taking her hand. “I have other plans for you Ms Barrington and they don’t involve standing on a crowded dance floor I can tell you.”
He pulled her off the dance floor and they negotiated their way back through the tables until they got to the entry to the function room. Natasha glanced back one last time at the man on stage, just as he began to sing Song Sung Blue. Eric pulled her out of the room and back to the foyer where he headed off at a brisk pace towards the bank of elevators forcing Natasha to pick up the pace to keep up with him.
“Eric,” she jerked on his hand and he stopped to stare down at her. “Slow down please, where’s the fire? This dress doesn’t allow for me having to run in it.” She joked.
“Sorry baby. “ He said, slowing down so Natasha didn’t have to run after him in her high heels. They reached the elevators and Eric stabbed at the button impatiently. Fortunately they didn’t have to wait long before the doors to one opened almost silently in front of them. Eric pulled Natasha forward and into the elevator, before hitting the button for the penthouse floor.
Chapter 5.
Once the doors closed Eric wrapped an arm around Natasha tucking her in close against him. She immediately turned so she was side
“You’re no fun.” Natasha pouted at him.
Eric bent to her and kissed her hard on the lips, “I think you’ve had enough fun for tonight sweetheart or at least while we’re in public.”
“Not quite Mr Rothman.” She warned him, “I want to dance.”
Eric groaned, “Seriously?” he asked.
“Yes Eric, just one dance, but I want to dance.” Natasha told him. “Come on.” She stood up, tugging on Eric’s hand. “Come on Eric, please,” she tugged on his hand hard, just as the Neil Diamond impersonator started to sing ‘Solitary Man.’
They found a place on the dance floor and Eric pulled Natasha into his arms, since the song was one that was slow enough for them to dance close. Of course Eric was a fantastic dancer despite his protests about being on the dance floor in the first place. He held her close, his body brushing hers, his thighs against hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck, resting her cheek against his chest, breathing deeply of his scent, a mix of aftershave and just that heady scent that was Eric.
Eric moved Natasha around the dance floor, their hips touching, their bodies so close there was no gap between them. Their thighs brushed against one another and he pressed a hand into the small of her back, curving her so they were locked even closer together.
They continued to move slowly, their bodies moving in time to the music. Being so close to Eric was starting to affect Natasha, she could feel every masculine inch of him so close to her sex, and it was starting to make her long for the barrier of their clothing to be gone. She bowed her back, briefly grinding her pelvis against him, curling one leg around his as she leaned back.
To his credit, Eric didn’t miss a beat, dipping her back for a moment, then pulling her upright and cupping her buttocks for just seconds to grind her against him, where Natasha could feel the beginning of his arousal.
Eric bent to brush his lips against hers and they moved around the dance floor so close, they were like an extension of one another. Natasha wondered how she was ever going to be able to let him go. For someone who had entered this relationship a virgin, she could barely keep her hands off Eric now. How was she supposed to give that up and possibly go back to being nothing more than his employee?
The song ended and Natasha stepped back, reluctantly from Eric. “We can go now, if you’ve had enough.” She told him.
“I have.” He said, taking her hand. “I have other plans for you Ms Barrington and they don’t involve standing on a crowded dance floor I can tell you.”
He pulled her off the dance floor and they negotiated their way back through the tables until they got to the entry to the function room. Natasha glanced back one last time at the man on stage, just as he began to sing Song Sung Blue. Eric pulled her out of the room and back to the foyer where he headed off at a brisk pace towards the bank of elevators forcing Natasha to pick up the pace to keep up with him.
“Eric,” she jerked on his hand and he stopped to stare down at her. “Slow down please, where’s the fire? This dress doesn’t allow for me having to run in it.” She joked.
“Sorry baby. “ He said, slowing down so Natasha didn’t have to run after him in her high heels. They reached the elevators and Eric stabbed at the button impatiently. Fortunately they didn’t have to wait long before the doors to one opened almost silently in front of them. Eric pulled Natasha forward and into the elevator, before hitting the button for the penthouse floor.
Chapter 5.
Once the doors closed Eric wrapped an arm around Natasha tucking her in close against him. She immediately turned so she was side
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