by Anna Durand
Which I have.
The door opens seconds after I ring the bell.
A middle-aged woman dressed in a maid's uniform smiles at me. "How may I help you?"
"I'm here to see"---I swallow hard---"my girlfriend, Rika Solberg. She works for Mr. Masters."
"Oh sure, hon, come on in."
The woman leads me through the house to a set of sliding glass doors that access a large patio. I thank her, and she leaves.
Out on the patio, Rika stands in her bare feet with one foot on the ground and the other leg raised behind her, with her arms outstretched. One arm is horizontal to the ground while the other is perpendicular to it. She wears only leggings and a tank top, with her hair tied up in a ponytail.
And Eddie Masters has his hands on her.
My fists clench all on their own. I can't think clearly enough to fist my hands on purpose, because that man has one hand on Rika's thigh and the other on her hip. He says something that makes her laugh, then he pats her hip.
I storm out onto the patio and stop just past the glass doors. "What the bloody hell is going on here?"
Rika's gaze swerves to me, and all the happiness floods out of her expression. "Dane? What are you doing here?"
"The better question is what is that tosser doing with his hands all over you? You're my girlfriend."
Eddie Masters backs away from Rika, holding his hands up. "Hey, relax. Nothing's going on here."
Rika stomps up to me looking like she wants to throttle me with both hands. She seizes my arm and tows me into the house. As we cross the threshold into the living room, she tells Eddie, "Sorry about this. Gimme a minute, okay?"
"Sure, no problem."
We make it halfway across the living room before she forces me to halt and slams her palms onto my chest. "What is your problem? Showing up at my work to snarl at my boss? What the hell, Dane?"
I've never seen Rika angry. She's always polite and happy.
But I'm behaving like a sodding arsehole. Of course she's angry. I deserve whatever she wants to do to me.
"He had his hands on you," I say. "That looked like sexual harassment to me. Since you had an employer treat you that way once before, I don't want to see it happen again."
Maybe that is a small part of it, but mostly, I hated seeing another man touching her when I can't do that.
The anger seems to flood out of her, and her shoulders slump. She sighs and rolls her head in a circle, like she's working out kinks in her neck. "Okay, fine, I can see how you might think that. But I don't believe concern for me was the main reason you shouted at Eddie."
Maybe I should be honest, but I can't make the words come out of my mouth. "I---well---it, uh---"
She holds up a hand. "Please stop. I forgive you, it's over, we're cool."
I glance at the patio, where Eddie seems to be doing tai chi. "I'm sorry. It's just that every man who sees you wants you. You're beautiful, sexy, and clever. I wouldn't blame Eddie Masters if he did make a pass."
She snorts, clearly trying to contain her laugher. "You don't need to worry about Eddie."
"He's a man, and you're a beautiful woman."
Rika smiles and lays her hand on my chest. "You're so cute, but you really have nothing to worry about. Eddie's gay."
"Are you having me on?"
"No, he's really gay. And he's way too nice to sexually harass anyone." She leans in closer. "For the record, Eddie had his hands on me because he was giving me a yoga lesson."
"Oh. Maybe I should, ah, apologize to him."
"Let me handle that. Don't you need to be at work?"
"Yes, I do."
She waves her hand. "Then go."
I go, and I violate the speed laws again on my way back to work.
Noah almost cringes when I step out of the elevator, heading toward his desk and my office. I pass him without glancing at or speaking to him. What can I say? Sorry I made you think I wanted you to urinate on me, then I snarled at you. I'd scared Noah. The bloke has known me for less than two days, and I've made a brilliant first impression.
Well, I can kiss that Boss of the Year trophy goodbye.
After fifteen minutes of glaring down at my desk and cursing at myself in my thoughts, I realize what I need to do. One thing I need to do, that is. Most everything else... I've got no fucking idea.
I approach Noah's desk.
He stops blinking and darts his gaze everywhere but at me. "What can I do for you, Mr. Dixon, sir?"
"Noah, I..." Scrubbing a hand over my mouth, I try to figure out what to say. "I'm sorry for the way I behaved earlier. You didn't do anything wrong. It's entirely my fault."
"Oh. Thank you, Mr. Dixon, sir."
"Call me Dane, please."
His eyes are large, but he sounds happier when he says, "Sure. Thank you, Dane."
The elevator doors open, and Rika steps out.
Before I can summon the brainpower to comprehend the fact she's here, she takes hold of my tie and leads me into my office using my tie as a leash.
When we cross the threshold, she says, "Close the door."
I kick it shut while I follow her around my desk to my chair. What is she doing? Her bossy tone when she ordered me to close the door made my cock wake up. What she's wearing wakes it up even more. She still has on the leggings and tank top, but now she's added running shoes and a long, open sweater that hangs down to her knees. Her ponytail bounces with every step she takes.
And I imagine grasping that ponytail while I fuck her.
She stops beside my chair and releases my tie. "Sit down."
"Why are you here? Don't you need to be at work?"
"I told Eddie I need the rest of the day off to take care of my boyfriend. He lent me his Corvette so I could get here faster." She wags a finger at me. "No more talking. I'm here to relieve your stress, Dane. So sit down and shut up."
Relieve my stress? If she means to talk me into meditating or doing yoga...
She grabs my tie again and hauls me closer, with only a hair's breadth between our bodies. "You'll want to be sitting down when I do this. Otherwise, your knees might buckle. For sure, your eyes will roll back in your head."
I sit down.
Rika kneels in front of me, crawling forward on her knees until she's wedged between my thighs. She undoes my tie and tosses it onto the desk, then she unhooks the top button on my shirt.
Suddenly, I'm having trouble breathing. My cock is hard. She can't mean to have sex with me here in my office. Why would she make me sit down for that, anyway? I want to fuck her on my desk, up against the window, on the floor, any way she'll let me have her.
Rika unfastens my belt, frees the button on my trousers, and slides the zipper down so slowly that watching her do it makes me breathe harder, faster, my mouth open and my whole body tense with anticipation. She bends toward me, her lips grazing my ear as she whispers, "I'm really good at doing this."
"Doing...what?"
She pulls back so I can see her face, and her lips curl into the sexiest little smile I've ever seen. "Prepare to have your mind blown." She glances down at my groin. "And other parts of you too."
No, she can't mean to---
Rika pulls my dick out of my trousers and shorts, cupping it in her soft, warm hand. "Oh wow, you're so big and hard and hot. Can't wait to swallow you whole."
Fuck. She means to do what I thought she meant to do. The thought of her mouth on me... I may not last long once she starts.
She strokes me with one hand, humming like she can't wait to consume me, and with her other hand she massages my inner thigh.
"Rika, I---"
Her tongue rakes across the head of my erection.
I jerk and gasp, gripping my chair's arms so tightly my fingers ache, but I don't care. Her tongue, it's velvety and warm and moist. When she flicks it out to tease me again, I let out a choked sound. My ears are ringing, and she hasn't even gotten to what I know wil
l be the best part.
"Mm," she moans, licking her lips.
"You'd better hurry. I can't---I won't---make it much longer."
Rika closes her fist around the base of my cock. "Time to blow your mind."
She opens her mouth and does exactly what she said. She swallows me whole, taking me deep inside. Her soft moans vibrate my flesh while she sucks gently and moves her mouth up and down, up and down, flicking her tongue as she moves. Her hand pumps me too, her smooth palm so fucking arousing I've lost all capacity to speak, to think, or to breathe.
My back bows. The pressure builds and builds while she starts to suck me more forcefully, her moans turning into grunts while her eyes drift half closed like she loves doing this to me.
She won't swallow when I come. Women never want to do that, at least not with me.
"Fuck, Rika."
The orgasm rips through me, hot and hard and so bloody incredible that I squeeze my eyes shut and let out a long, rasping shout. When it's over, I'm breathing hard and so limp that all I can do is lie here slouched in my chair.
But I've never felt better in my entire life.
I gaze at Rika, probably looking dazed, because I am.
She slides her tongue over her lips like she's lapping up every last bit of what I spent in her mouth. "Mm, you're the best thing I've ever tasted. And I love the way you look when you come."
"Rika, that was...amazing."
"Do you feel more relaxed now?"
"I can honestly say I've never been more relaxed in my life." I cup her cheek in one hand. "You are the most wonderful woman in the world."
She laughs, the sound delicate and sweet. "You're adorable when you're satisfied."
As I gaze into her golden eyes, with those green flecks sparking in the sunlight that streams through the windows, I realize exactly what I need to do.
I bend forward to wrap my arms around her waist and lift her up with me. Once we're both standing, I pull her snug against me.
"It's your turn, Rika."
Chapter Eleven
Rika
Dane backs me up to the desk, slips his hands under my ass, and lifts me onto the desk so I'm perched on its edge. It's my turn, he said. Oh God, I hope he means what I think he means. I got so turned on when I had him in my mouth, and the look on his face only made me hotter for him. What I want most of all is for Dane to thrust into me and make us both come.
His slacks are still undone, and his dick hangs between our bodies.
I need that inside me. But I also want his mouth on me, and I can't decide which I want first.
Dane kneels between my thighs. He pulls my leggings down, and I lift my hips to help him, until they're lumped around my ankles, trapped by my shoes. He glides his hands up my calves, his skin grazing mine and setting off a wave of tingling heat in its wake. He places a soft kiss on each knee, then sweeps his hands over them and up my thighs.
He hooks his fingers inside the waist of my panties and drags them down too.
I spread my legs more for him. Oh God, I'm so wet and ready that it's almost embarrassing. I wanted him the day we met, but I've been desperately crushing on him since that day in the restaurant. It's become more than a crush, though. I might be kind of obsessed with his body.
Dane takes his glasses off, sets them on the desk, and lowers his head between my legs. The first touch of his tongue makes me gasp and grip the desk's edge. When he drags his tongue up and down my cleft, my breaths turn into sharp gasps, one after another after another.
"Oh yes, Dane." I clasp his head with both hands while he swirls his tongue around my clitoris without touching it. "Please, yes, please."
He laps at the slick skin just below my clit, his nose brushing that hard nub. When he finally closes his mouth around it, an electric current fires through my body, exciting every nerve. Holy shit, Dane knows what he's doing. I've had guys do this before, but none of the others got me so excited so fast. When he thrusts a finger inside me, I start panting and dig my nails into his scalp. He licks faster, sucks harder, thrusts that finger deeper, until I'm teetering on the edge. So close, almost there.
"Yes, Dane, more," I plead between panting breaths.
Dane pushes two fingers inside me now, while he keeps lapping and suckling me, and I bite back a cry when he groans against my clitoris, vibrating that most sensitive part of me. A coil inside my body winds tighter and tighter, and I get wetter and wetter, so desperate for release that I'm clamping my lips shut to muffle my frantic noises. A fevered flush sweeps over me from head to toe, and I go rigid, frozen in that blissfully torturous moment before I tumble over the edge.
"Dane!" I cry out, oblivious to the fact there's a stranger right outside the door to this office. I don't give a damn who hears me. The pleasure rolling through me consumes my focus, making me shut my eyes while my body bows inward, my knees draw up, and I let out a hoarse, wordless cry.
The orgasm fades gradually, but Dane and I stay frozen with my body curled around him and his head between my legs. After a minute or two, he kisses his way down my thighs and sits back on his heels.
He drags his tongue across his lips three times like he's savoring the taste of me.
"Wow, Dane," I say, still kind of breathless from what he did to me. "That was... I can't even think of a word that's good enough to describe it. I've never come that hard before."
"You gave me the same gift. This was reciprocity."
He's got to be joking, right? Reciprocity? It was so much more than that.
Dane rises, zips up his pants, and snags his tie from the desktop. While he works on doing up his tie, he says, "I feel much better now. Thank you."
I'm sitting here on his desk, my pants and underwear around my ankles, and he thanks me. What the fuck?
"Let's go to lunch," I say, because I have no clue how I'm supposed to respond to his gratitude for the blow job I gave him.
"I don't have time." Done with his tie, he buttons his pants and secures his belt. "I'm sure Eddie wants his Corvette back."
"He said I can bring it back to him tomorrow." I hop off the desk and pull up my leggings and panties. "I told Eddie I need the rest of the day off. That means we are spending time together. You go tell Noah you'll be out of the office until tomorrow."
Dane looks at me with a bland expression. "I don't have time for---"
I seal two fingers over his mouth to shut him up. "I get that we just had a very intimate encounter and you're feeling off kilter because of that. But I am not letting you get away with dismissing it as nothing."
"Have I called it nothing?"
"No, but you're acting like that."
"You said you were going to relax me, you did it, and I can't see what else there is to say. It was a casual thing."
Casual? Is he out of his ever-loving mind? The way he brought me to climax had been the single most intense sexual experience of my life.
His face has gone stoic, though, and he pats my arm like I'm a puppy he just gave a tummy rub. "This was nice. Thank you."
Then he waltzes toward the door.
"Hey!" I shout.
Dane freezes with his hand on the doorknob, turning only his eyes to look at me. His wide, stunned eyes.
I stomp up to him, stabbing my finger into his chest. "You do not get to walk away like getting a blow job in your office is an everyday thing."
He flinches the tiniest bit.
"We shared an intense experience," I say. "It wasn't casual. I get that you're terrified of that, though I have no idea why, but being your fake girlfriend does not make me your on-call plaything."
"You're not---I never said---That's---" He screws up his entire face, drops his head onto the door with a thump, and groans.
Oh jeez, now he looks so pitiful that I want to hug him. This man has more tension and angst inside him than I ever realized until this moment. And I feel for him. More than I should, probably. But I can't help it.
"I can't," he moans with his head still resting on the door. "There's too much to do."
"Come on, Dane. You need more than oral sex, and I want to help you, so let me." I bite my lip, studying him and his defeated posture. "Okay, I'm just going to do it."
He lifts his head, his brows cinched up tight. "Do what?"
"This." I throw my arms around him, resting my chin on his shoulder. "I've never met anyone who needs a hug more than you do."
"I..." He trails off like he has no idea what to say.
So I keep myself mashed to his body, my arms around his neck, and breathe in the scent of him. He's not wearing cologne, but he smells good naturally. He feels good too. I can't remember the last time I hugged anyone, and I think I'm getting as much comfort from it as I hope he will.
Little by little, his body softens. His head lowers, and his cheek brushes against mine. A breath gusts out of him as he links his hands at the small of my back.
We stand there like that for a minute or two, maybe longer. I lose track of the time because this is the nicest thing I've done in ages. Why do I love cuddling with Dane? I'm not sure, but I'm also not sure it matters. This feels so good and so right that I don't want to examine the reasons why.
"All right," he says on another, gustier sigh that flutters my hair. "Let's go to my suite and...do whatever."
I suppose "or whatever" is the closest he'll ever come to admitting he wants to snuggle with me on a big sofa. I'll take it.
Without letting go of me, Dane opens the door and announces, "Noah, I'm taking the rest of the afternoon off. You should too. I'll make sure you're paid for the full day."
"Thank you, Mr. Dixon, sir," Noah says. "Sorry. I meant Dane."
