"Miss Smoak!" Felicity stopped midstride and resisted the urge to pout. This was her fault really; no one made her take the job. 'No one but my rent, utilities, and plummeting bank account.' She thought with slight bitterness. Placing a polite smile on her face, Felicity turned to address the infuriating man who had called her. Ray Palmer strode confidently up to her, gorgeous smirk readily in place.
"Mr. Palmer." She politely addressed him with a hint of snark. Just because she was working for him did not mean she had to like him.
"Miss Smoak, I told you when we were alone you could call me Ray." His brown eyes sparkled mischievously.
"That would be highly inappropriate, Mr. Palmer." She stressed his last name. "Did you need something before I went on my break?"
"Actually I did. I'm having a meeting with Applied Sciences and I'd really like you to sit in with me." Felicity was honestly shocked. If there was one thing she knew after working with Ray Palmer for two months, it was that the man was a genius and had a way with technology. She was impressed that he was one of the rare CEOs who knew what they were talking about, and knew their products well. Felicity bit her lip at the exciting prospect. On one hand she would get to sit in on a meeting with a department she actually cared about, on the other hand she would miss getting into Big Belly Burger before the lunch crowd and she would have to be around her infuriatingly good-looking boss more than she liked. If she was honest with herself, Felicity didn't entirely despise Ray Palmer. He was smart, successful, good looking, funny, and a very hard worker; many times he would stay at the office until 8p.m. and arrive promptly at 7:45 every morning. Felicity genuinely loved working with him and had to admit it was nice to actually work in the company and not be seen as a glorified babysitter, no offense to Oliver. What had her so wound up were the looks Ray directed at her when no one else was particularly paying attention to them. There was a smoldering gaze he reserved strictly for her that begrudgingly had Felicity tightening her thighs against a tingling sensation.
'Been there, done that, not going back.' Felicity declared to her body. She would be lying if she said she was completely over what she was calling her "midnight run". "Midnight run" was a less painful way to refer to Oliver's rejection; the date had been like a fairytale but his declaration that he couldn't be with her now, maybe not ever, had the fairytale ending and her running back home crying like Cinderella when the clock struck midnight. It had taken her a night or two of self-criticism, ice cream, concerned looks from Roy and Diggle, and cursing romance all together to come to a point where she could hold her head up high again. She had psychoanalyzed her stupidity over and over, wondering how she fell for the most classic line in the book after he slept with Isabel the Impaler and still took him back after he dated Sara a month after telling her it wouldn't work between them, only for him to rip her heart out of her rib cage once again. Felicity had had enough of charming gallivanting billionaires; Felicity sadly thought that Barry Allen was just the kind of man she would be happy with, if he wasn't in a coma with a woman named Iris looking after him.
"Of course, Mr. Palmer."
"Great!" He sent her one of those smiles and began walking towards the conference room, sure that his assistant would follow.
While the subject matter was interesting, Felicity found herself distracted by the man sitting next to her. Ray had his full attention on the director of Applied Sciences and flipped dutifully over the pages in the presentation folder, but every so often his hand would brush against her knee under the table. At first, she chalked it up to an accident, but 30 minutes and several grazes later, she was starting to think he was doing it on purpose. Her thoughts were shattered when she felt his hand rest on her knee. Her eyes shot to him but his eyes were firmly directed to the man speaking about the new adjustments to Queen Consolidated sanitation equipment and medical equipment that the Glades desperately needed after the Undertaking and Slade's attack. Ray's skin warmed her knee and sent a pleasurable thrill throughout her nerve endings. Concentrating on the presentation, Felicity tried not to notice Ray tracing small circles on the side of her knee.
Ray lightly smirked when Felicity didn't remove his hand from her knee. Since the moment he met her, he was intrigued. Smart and beautiful were hard traits to find together in a woman and his Executive Assistant had both in spades. It was hard to find a woman who challenged or even equaled his intelligence and Felicity had no qualms challenging his morals and ethics either. She was a conundrum of intelligence, pain, and wit packaged within tempting, sometimes barely appropriate length skirts that drove him wild. Feeling more daring at her lack of discouragement, Ray slowly raised the hem of her skirt, running his fingers over the newly exposed flesh. Her skin was smooth but he could feel toned muscle below the soft exterior. He briefly wondered what it would be like to have those delectable thighs wrapped around his hips, high heels digging lightly into his butt. He had to control his thinking or he would need a new pair of pants. Focusing on her pleasure over his, he raised her skirt higher and traced a pattern from her knee to her inner thigh.
Felicity bit the inside of her lip, hoping no one saw the way she stiffened. What was she doing? Had her recent rejection turned her into a complete exhibitionist? She should stop this, she should forcibly remove his hand from her leg, since her boss had no intention of doing so himself. Oh God her boss! Hadn't she just finished fighting off the rumors of her and Oliver, and that was when they weren't even doing anything; what would people say if they knew the "little blonde skank" was allowing her new boss to feel her up in a meeting?
"Are you alright Miss Smoak, you look a little tense." Seductively whispered words caused her to stiffen more. She eyed him through her peripheral, noting the soft smirk that rested on his full lips.
"I'm fine, Mr. Palmer, but shouldn't you be paying attention to Mr. Davidson, and not me?" She prided herself for the stability of her voice despite her inner turmoil.
"You're right Miss Smoak, as always." Ray remarked and pulled his hand away from her. Felicity fought a groan that threatened to escape; she just had to open her big mouth. A few minutes passed before she felt the touch again. Bolder, he rested his palm directly on the inside of her thigh. Felicity almost shot through the roof. She unconsciously widened her legs, ignoring the smirk firmly set on Ray's lips. Not giving her a chance to adjust, he ran his pinky finger over the slit of her lace panties and felt the slick wetness of her sex. Shameful and lustful heat surge directly up her body and Felicity could feel herself blushing.
"Seems you're enjoying my attention Miss Smoak." He whispered, daring her to object. She was about to but his finger traced her slit again, push slightly at her entrance through the delicate lace. She would never be able to wear this particular pair of panties, her favorite pair of deep plum, again without thinking about him. Another stroke had her clenching her toes in her patent leather pumps.
"Do you want more?" He stroked her again. Felicity nodded, spreading her legs a little wider. "No, use your voice, Felicity." Hearing the way her name rolled of his tongue was an aphrodisiac in itself. He rarely called her Felicity, only once or twice that she could remember.
"Yes." She whimpered, now fully entangled in lust. She could feel her body quiver as he stretched her panties first up through her slit then moved them to the side. She jumped and moaned when he roughly shoved a finger into her and covered the sound with a cough, reaching for her water and nodding for Mr. Davidson to continue. His hand stilled and she clenched her walls in an attempt to draw his finger further in.
"You'll have to be quiet; you don't want to get caught do you?" Felicity wanted to wipe that stupid, entitled smirk of his face, but it had been a while since she'd had any remotely sexual activities with someone, and nothing so dangerous and exciting. She nodded and was rewarded when he curled his fingers in a "come hither" motion. Felicity gripped the arms of her chair and reveled in the ecstasy of his finger working her core, adding in another finger ever so often before going back to one. Her notes lay forgotten on her lap. She bit her lip hard when his thumb began encircling her clit, tweaking it in rhythm with his thrusting fingers. Fire swarmed warmly in her belly, a sweet knot signaling her budding orgasm. Dear Adonai she wanted this so badly. She closed her eyes as he began to pump slightly faster, careful not to pump too fast that others would hear the wet sounds. The knot tightened harder and harder until she thought she would burst. Suddenly he pulled his hand away and Felicity fought the sound of frustration that clawed at her throat. Opening her eyes, Felicity realized that Mr. Davidson began to pack up his presentation.
"Thank you, Mr. Davidson. Everything looks remarkable and I am very fortunate to have such a hard working team in Applied Science." Mr. Davidson preened like a peacock at Mr. Palme's praise. "I look forward to any updates that may help us prepare the new equipment for launch. Starling City is ready and begging for the change Star City and Queen Consolidated will bring."
Ray stood and the rest of the meeting members stood with them. Felicity sucked in a shake breath and stood on even shakier legs; she could feel her slick essence dripping down her thighs. Ray shook everyone's hand as they exited the conference room as if nothing had happened, luckily he had used his left hand to explore her, leaving his right hand clean. Once the members of Applied Sciences left, Felicity strode up to him with a look that told him she was very displeased.
"Miss Smoak, can I help you?" He faked an innocent look, as if he had not been helping her towards the orgasm she craved.
"Tell me you are going to finish what you started." She demanded.
"Nope." He smirked, satisfied at her shifting discomfort with her wet panties.
"What do you mean no? That's highly inappropriate, not to mention downright rude to leave a woman unsatisfied after you finagled your way into her panties and—" He held up his hand to stop her tirade.
"I mean no Miss Smoak, because I want you like this, desperate and pleading for me to finish you off. When you go home tonight, and touch yourself, it'll feel even better because I didn't finish. I'll become a fantasy that won't leave your mind."
"And how do you know I'll touch myself thinking about you?"
"Because you just demanded that I get you off." He smirked and she wanted to punch him in his smug little face. "But when you climax with your own hands, it won't be as good, because I didn't do it."
"You are impossible." She stormed off towards the elevators.
"Oh and Miss Smoak?" She spun on her heel to glare at him. "When you do climax because of me, and you will, it will be unlike anything you've ever experienced." Ray turned and began walking towards his office.
"You're so sure of yourself aren't you?" Felicity shouted back. Ray turned back to her and smirked.
"Have a nice lunch, Miss Smoak." He licked the fingers that had been buried inside her not too long ago and walked off to his office. Felicity headed to the elevators a mixture of arousal and annoyance. Around her team she may despise Ray Palmer's guts, but secretly Felicity was anticipating him fulfilling his promise.