Overworked

by Dark Angel

  The rest of the day is a total drag. I make nice for all the important players, knowing I need to get on their good side if I want to close the deal that will take my company where I want it to go, but all I really want is for the day to be over so I can get Ginger back in my arms. And hopefully in my bed.

  Finally, it’s over, and I’m sitting across from her at my favorite Vietnamese restaurant in the city. We talk all through dinner until finally I hit upon the subject I really want to discuss.

  “So, you’re looking for a new job, right?” I begin.

  Ginger looks at me like I’m crazy. “Yeah,” she says slowly.

  I lay it out for her, telling her the name of my company. And I know she knows her shit because her mouth drops to the floor.

  “No way,” she says when I tell her that not only am I the owner of one of the biggest up and coming bike manufacturers in the country but that I’m also looking to take my marketing to the next level.

  I nod. “So, here’s my real proposition, Red. I want you to come work for me. I want you to head up my new campaign.”

  “What? Why?”

  I can tell this floors her even more. I know part of it is me wanting to be around her, to make sure that this girl is tied to me somehow. I don’t know what that means. I just know a taste of her isn’t enough. But I also think she’s totally qualified. I watched her today when I had a chance, and she not only has the look, but the whole package. She’s exactly what my company needs.

  “There’s more,” I tell her, not sure how she’ll react to this. “So before you say yes to the job, you need to know. I want you for more than just working for me. I want you in my bed.”

  Her jaw drops again. But why play games? I’m a to the point kind of guy. I put it all out there. So I tell her the hard part, too. I know it seems like I’m offering a job in exchange for sex, but that’s totally not it. I want her for the job regardless of whether she wants to sleep with me or not. And I want her in my bed even if she doesn’t want the job. Ideally, she wants both. Just like I do.

  I give her time to process it, then say, “There are no strings here. You take as much or as little as you want. It’s up to you. You think you can be okay with that?”

  She takes her time, staring at her hands, but when she looks back up at me, her eyes are full of that same desire I’ve started to crave. And this time there’s no confusion. No hesitation. “I’m totally okay with that.”

  Ginger

  After we leave the restaurant, we take the train back to Blaze’s apartment, and it’s all I can do to wait until we are inside before I start tearing his clothes off.

  It’s crazy. Totally. My life just changed completely in the span of twenty-four hours. And I have no clue at all where it’s headed. But I’m actually okay with that. I’m excited about the possibilities. A new job that I’ve wanted forever. And the sexiest man alive wanting me in his bed? I’ll take it.

  I have no idea where this thing with Blaze will go. But I was truthful when I said I was okay with that. I want to live on the edge for once. Not worry about what’s ahead. Enjoy the moment.

  And at the moment, I’m really enjoying Blaze’s tongue trailing its way up my inner thigh, headed straight for my pussy.

  He growls against my sensitive flesh, that sexy as sin sound making me gush.

  More. More. More.

  It’s like a chant in my head.

  And when he swirls his tongue over my clit, licking, flicking, sucking, I moan in pleasure. I grab fistfuls of his hair, pressing him more tightly between my legs, sure I’ll never get enough of this.

  But then he grabs me and drags me up into a sitting position, pulling my shirt over my head. I’m completely naked now and start pulling at his clothes, ready to see him in all his naked glory too.

  The sight is magnificent. Intricate ink works its way all over his skin, winding around his arms, his torso, his back. The ink ripples under his taut and bunching muscles. Unable to resist, I trace them with my fingers, then follow behind with my tongue. I want to touch and lick every inch of this man’s body. I could get lost in it for days.

  My hands tease his lower stomach, trailing down, further and further until my fingers dance over his thick erection. I wrap him in my hands and give him a tug, loving when his head falls back on a sexy groan.

  “Time to return the favor,” I whisper, following my hands once again until I’m hovering just above his cock, my breath teasing the velvety head.

  Blaze grips my hair in his hand, much like I did to him, and I know he won’t be gentle. The thought has me excited, my pussy pooling with wetness all over again.

  I wrap my mouth around him, flicking my tongue as I put just the tip inside, fisting my hand around the base. Then I flatten my tongue, taking him as far as I can, opening my throat for him.

  He lets out a feral growl and thrusts hard, taking my mouth, getting his pleasure from me. I fucking love it. I continue to work my mouth up and down in time with his frantic thrusts, satisfied when I feel him begin to thicken and swell.

  But then he pulls me off his cock with a loud pop and flips me over in one fluid motion until he’s flat on his back and I’m straddling him.

  He hands me a condom with a quirk of his brow. Without words, he gives me the control. This strong, wild man letting me be in charge of what happens next.

  I rip it open, staring at his dark, dark eyes as I roll it down over his length. And the mood shifts. It’s not as frantic, as needy.

  I go slow, lowering myself down over him until he fills me completely. His hands grip my hips, his fingers digging in tight like they did last night on his bike. We both breathe hard with the sensations rolling through our bodies. A tremor shakes me as I feel him twitch within me.

  It spurs me into action, and my hips begin to move, slowly at first, savoring the feeling of his cock dragging up and down along my inner walls. It doesn’t take long for my need to rise up again, and soon I’m moving faster, racing toward the finish line, needing desperately to cum on this man’s magnificent cock.

  He chuckles, and I meet his eyes. “Knew you wanted a ride, baby,” he says.

  I laugh teasingly and echo his words from last night. “Just grip it between my legs, right?”

  He waggles his eyebrows, then pulls me down toward him for a bruising kiss that I feel searing its way through my entire body.

  Then we’re moving together, panting, desperate. And when I ride right over the edge, he follows right behind, his body quaking as hard as mine with the intensity of our climaxes.

  We collapse in a heap, a tangled mess of limbs, and I can’t remember a time when I’ve ever felt so content. Excited about the future of my job. But just as excited to find out what’s in store for Blaze and me.

  I laugh as a thought crosses my mind.

  “What?” he murmurs into my hair.

  “I had no idea last night that I was about to get my own train sex fantasy come true.”

  “Train sex?”

  I tell him about Adrienne, and he laughs. “I thought you were pretty worked up last night on the train, but I had no idea.” He flips me over and pins me underneath his hard, inked up body. “I can totally make that a reality.”

  I bite my lip, then lose myself in the barrage of kisses he assaults me with.

  Oh yeah, I think there is a whole lot of train sex in my future.

  Zander & Madison

  Zander

  The sounds.

  The smells.

  The slightest movements.

  I take them all in. But no one has any idea that I’m aware of every single detail of what’s going on around me. I sit in the corner of the car on the 6 Train, somewhat hidden by the dim light from the blown bulb. I chose my seat here purposely. Everything I do is with purpose.

  It’s how I’ve been trained. Even though I’m not active duty anymore, everything I learned as a Navy SEAL is still part of me. Probably always will be. Especially if I end up staying in Manhattan.

>   So when the dude with the bike rolls right onto the 6 Train, I’m on high alert. What the fuck is this asshole doing? Every nerve in my body is coiled tight, ready to spring into action.

  But I give no indication. There are only a handful of people on the train right now, and if something is about to go down, it will be up to me to make sure no one gets hurt.

  I watch the guy’s face, looking for a sign that things are about to get crazy.

  A girl on the other side of the train jerks back in her seat and says, “What the hell?”

  He laughs, and that’s when I see it. The two of them are totally fucking hot for each other. He’s probably trying to show off or something. I lean back, pretty sure this guy is harmless, despite his rough appearance.

  I’m just the opposite. I look like a regular guy, but I’m absolutely lethal.

  Scanning the car again, my eyes settle on the girl across from me, who is also watching these two with curiosity. I let my gaze roam up and down her tight little body, taking in her long, dark waves and nearly black eyes.

  Her little black dress is a tiny slip of fabric, showing off just how toned her muscles are. Probably yoga, if I had to guess.

  She bites her lip, and I feel my dick twitch to life. Sexy as hell. I notice her increased pulse, her quickened breaths, and I follow her gaze, wondering what has her exhibiting these signs of desire.

  Holy fuck. The girl on the other side of the train has climbed on the dude’s bike, and I swear they look like things are about to escalate to something that is way beyond public indecency.

  She’s practically grinding on that bike.

  My eyes flick back to the dark-haired beauty. Her tongue flicks out to lick her lips, and I suppress a groan. Just like that, I’m hard as steel. I need to get laid, and soon. It’s been way too long.

  Trying to keep my focus on my surroundings and not on the way the girl across from me shifts in her seat, pressing her thighs together, I drag my eyes away from her. Can’t lose focus on my surroundings. I learned that the hard way.

  The train comes to a stop at the next station, and the girl on the bike jumps up, distressed. I watch, waiting. But she simply exits the car when the doors slide open.

  Well then. That was new. Just when you think you’ve seen it all.

  A new set of passengers board the train, and the process starts all over again. Me checking to make sure there’s no danger.

  The girl with the dark waves looks over at me, her eyes narrowing as she tries to get a better glimpse of me in the shadows. Her gaze trails over my arms, my chest, my abs, and she smiles. I can see the desire written all over her. Seeing that couple on the bike got her just as worked up as I am.

  A slow smile lifts the corner of my lips. Maybe she’s game for a little fun?

  I don’t know, though. She looks like a good girl. Someone that wouldn’t be down with a quick fuck with a stranger.

  I lean forward, testing. “Where you headed?”

  She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth. “Depends.”

  I smile. Oh yeah. She’s game.

  “Want to grab a drink?”

  A twinge of hesitation flashes across her face for a second. Can’t blame her. She doesn’t know me. For all she knows, I could be a crazed killer. Part of that might be right, but only because that’s what I was trained for.

  I lean back, resting my arms on the back of the seats with an easy grin, trying to put her at ease.

  She opens her mouth, looking curious but uncertain, but just as she’s about to say something, the train slows, and there’s a moment of shuffling as the few passengers on the train stand to get off.

  The first one off is bike sex dude, followed by an older woman and a young guy in a hoodie, his face barely visible.

  Suddenly, I’m on high alert. Something feels off. A shift in the air. I stand, watching. Waiting.

  Hoodie boy darts back into the train so fast anyone else would have been thrown off guard. He pulls a knife and holds it out toward the dark beauty I had my eye on, yelling for her to give him her purse.

  I react on pure instinct and adrenaline.

  Madison

  I can’t stop the scream of terror from ripping from my throat as this kid shoves a knife in my face.

  I’m furious at myself for being such an idiot, not paying attention, but I’m too terrified to do anything but scramble as far away as I can.

  What was I thinking not being aware of my surroundings?

  I know exactly what it was—I was too busy checking out the sexy guy sitting across from me in the shadows. Even in the dim light, I could tell he was one of the hottest guys I’ve ever laid eyes on. Huge, broad shoulders, insane biceps, and piercing eyes that were looking at me in a way that ought to be illegal.

  The tension in the air between us was nearly tangible, thanks to the couple on the bike that had me trying to remember just how long it had been since I’d done something wild and reckless like that. Short answer? Never.

  And that little distraction was all it took. I’m about to be mugged on the subway.

  It’s like everything happens at once.

  The guy sitting across from me jumps into action, a blur as he pounces on the kid, one arm locking around his neck while the other grips his wrist, doing something I can barely keep track of that makes the knife clatter to the floor.

  Then he’s collapsing to the floor. In fifteen seconds, the whole thing is over.

  My hands fly to my mouth, unable to stop the shaking that suddenly takes over my body. Someone must have pulled the alarm because the doors to the train remain open and we don’t move.

  “Are you okay?” Shortly clipped light brown hair and hazel eyes float in my line of vision, and I can’t seem to breathe.

  “You’re going to be all right,” that low voice continues, rubbing my back in soothing circles as he instructs me to lean forward and take slow, deep breaths.

  I don’t know how long I sit there, but all through the commotion of cops coming on board, I hear that same calming voice giving me comforting words as he relays what happened. His hand never stops caressing me.

  I feel crazy because I’m totally terrified by what just happened, but his touch is also sending jolts of electricity flying up and down my spine, radiating in slow pulses lower and lower.

  And suddenly I’m finding it hard to breathe for entirely different reasons. Yeah, that settles it. I’ve lost it. Gone off the deep end. Because instead of being worked up about almost getting shanked, I’m feeling a rush of attraction for the guy who saved me.

  I look up at him, and our eyes lock.

  “You okay?” he asks again.

  I nod, biting my lip.

  Lust flares in his eyes, and I know mine show the same thing. This guy. He’s got a killer body, a deep tan, and a clean shaven, sharply defined jawline. And that smile. He flashes it again now, and there’s a hint of danger in there. Danger I might want to experience a little.

  Yep. Definitely nuts. Because danger is typically what I stay far away from. But something about him also screams safety, and I don’t object when he pulls me to my feet and wraps an arm around my waist to lead me from the train.

  In my shock, I must have missed everything that went on with the cops because it seems like we’re through here.

  We surface from underground, and the bright lights and loud noises of the late-night city take me off guard. I lean into this guy—who I don’t even know!—as if he’s my new protector.

  “You want to get something to eat?” he murmurs in my ear, sending another shiver through me.

  “Yeah, that sounds great,” I hear myself saying.

  Next thing I know, we’re seated in a corner booth of some cafe, coffee and cheesecake on the table between us.

  “Thank you,” I say, probably for the hundredth time.

  He chuckles. “It’s not every day I get to save a lovely lady like yourself.”

  My eyes trail over his corded arms again. This guy is freaking rip
ped. Like he’s some kind of human weapon. I realize I want to know more about my rescuer.

  “I don’t even know your name.”

  “Zander,” he says with a grin.

  “Madison. So you don’t often make daring rescues on the 6 Train?” I tease.

  Another rumbling laugh that makes my girly bits tingle just a bit more. If that’s even possible. Zander here seems to have no trouble igniting my body.

  “No. I actually just got to town this week. Trying to figure out where to next.”

  My eyebrows lift. “So you’re a drifter?”

  He shakes his head. “Just got out of the military. Not sure where I want to settle.”

  How about right in between my legs?

  I press my lips together to keep the words in, but I can’t fight the laughter that bubbles up at the thought. I don’t even know who I am tonight.

  He quirks a brow, but I just shake my head and dive back into the cheesecake.

  There isn’t a minute of our time in the diner that passes where we are at a loss for words. I feel oddly comfortable with this strange man.

  So when Zander asks to walk me home, I find myself agreeing, even though I have no idea who he really is. All I know is that he saved me earlier, so he can’t be that bad.

  And maybe it’s the adrenaline still pumping through my veins, but as we approach my apartment, I know I’m not myself. Because when he turns to face me when I stop and say, “This is me,” I step right up to him.

  Not even waiting for him to make a move. Taking control for once. Because my life flashed before my eyes tonight, and all I want at this moment is to feel more alive than I’ve felt in a long time.

  So I wrap my hands around Zander’s neck and press my body to his—and oh God, he’s just as hard as he looks. Everywhere. And I pull his sexy mouth down to mine.

  Zander

  Whoa.

  Hello.

  Madison takes me totally off guard when she starts kissing me. But I sure as hell am not going to complain.

  My arms go around her waist, pulling her petite little frame against me even harder, and I kiss her back.