by Reana Malori
About an hour into her day, a text message popped up on her phone. Glancing down, she froze when she saw who it was from. Kane.
Kane: go to lunch with me
Butterflies took flight in her stomach. She’d been hoping for this for so long. Now that the moment was here, she was torn. What he was asking her to do was what she’d dreamed of. Take a chance on him. Allow herself to do something just for her. Go after someone who wanted her as much as she wanted him. Kane was still the man who sent those sweet words to her every night. The man who’d sent her flowers every week. Glancing over at the latest delivery from this past Monday, she couldn’t help but smile. He never failed to have daisies—her favorite flower—delivered to her every Monday morning. Just because he was someone she knew from work, didn’t change the way she felt about him. It just meant they would have to be more careful. No one in the office could know what they were doing. Her leg began shaking underneath her desk. Could she do this? Was she brave enough? Biting her lip, she picked up her phone and sent off a reply.
Joy: yes. Okay. Where do you want to go?
His response was immediate, which brought a huge smile to her face.
Kane: I changed my mind. Do you have any meetings this afternoon?
Joy: no. Just catching up on some of my research.
Kane: take the afternoon off with me. Let’s spend time together outside of work.
Joy: where are you taking me?
Kane: you told me you like surprises.
Joy: do I need to go home and change?
Kane: quit being sneaky. Meet me in the garage at 1230
Joy: Okay
Placing the phone back on her desk, Joy sat back in her leather chair, a grin on her face. This was really happening. Damn, she needed to speak with Mercy. Picking up the phone, she called her friend one more time. Getting her voicemail, she left an urgent message for Mercy to call her as soon as possible. Joy was strong, but she wasn’t Kane strong. She needed to get some perspective because she didn’t want to jump into anything too fast. Especially with someone who was technically her boss and partial owner of the firm. Although they’d been talking, flirting, and quasi in a relationship for the past four months, everything changed the moment she walked into the restaurant yesterday.
Once she left a message for her friend, she turned back to her computer, determined to focus and get some work done. Thank goodness it was Friday. This weekend she would buy a large bottle of wine and rethink all the decisions she made in her life that led her to this place
Two hours later, Joy was packing up for the day. It was almost time to go on her little adventure with Kane. She was both nervous and excited about what he had in store. Although if she were honest, she was damn glad she’d gone to the salon last week and got her Brazilian wax. Because you never knew how things could turn out. And, truth be told, she wanted a taste of Kane. If that opportunity presented itself today, she wasn’t going to turn his fine ass down.
Kane was standing next to her car when she arrived in the garage. His hands were in his pants pocket, and his shirtsleeves were pulled back, showing his forearms. Even though it was casual Friday, the man never dressed down. If he owned a pair of jeans, no one knew. She wondered if that was simply because of his desire to stand apart or if there was another reason.
“Are you stalking me, Mr. Hansen?”
Standing straight, his eyes traveled from her feet to the top of her head, taking in her own casual outfit for the day. She wore a long ankle peasant skirt with a short sleeve top to match. He may be stuffy and conservative, but she wasn’t.
“And if I were?”
“I’d want to know your endgame.” Joy pulled her keys from her purse, clicking the button to unlock her car. “Are you going to tell me where we’re going today?”
“So, you think you can just slide by that question? Do you want to know my endgame, Joy? Because I’m not sure you’re ready for what I want from you.” He removed his hands from his pocket before stepping closer, crowding her space. His hands moved to her hips and rested lightly as he turned her body towards her vehicle. Pushing her against the car, he leaned down close. “Tell me you want this as much as I do. You should know I meant every damn word I said to you. I want to fuck you against every surface of my home. I want to hear you scream and moan my name. When I wake up in the morning, my dick is hard from dreaming of you all night. You can try and make light of this if you want, but I’m damn serious about what I want from you. What I need from you.”
Joy’s breathing had become ragged. His body pressed against hers felt so good. His large hands resting on her hips steadied her body as she looked up into his green eyes. Joy licked her lips as he spoke words that she’d heard from him before. To hear it said to her by Kane, in that sexy voice of his, did something to her.
“What is it that you need from me?” Joy felt motion at her legs, the material of her skirt was shifting and moving, and she felt the warm air of the garage on her legs. For a fleeting moment, she thought to stop him. But that thought was quickly overruled by her need to see what he was going to do. They were in the garage of their office building, and anyone could come out and see them. But right now, she didn’t care. She wanted what Kane was offering. Needed to accept it, and him, if that’s what it came down to. She’d never forgive herself if she didn’t see this through.
“Sweetheart, I want everything.” Dipping his head, Kane captured her lips with his. His hands continued roaming along the material of her skirt, bunching it up as he manipulated the cloth.
Joy raised her arms, wrapping them around his neck as they deepened their kiss, their tongues mingling together as they tasted each other. Kane’s thick fingers reached the apex of her thighs, and Joy couldn’t help the moan that released from her throat. Restricted by the press of his body against hers in front and the hard steel of her car against her back, Joy couldn’t maneuver her body the way she wanted. Kane solved that dilemma for her as if he read her mind.
Grabbing one of her legs, he wrapped it around his hips as he began to buck against her. Her ragged breathing could be heard in the garage. It was loud to her ears, but that also could have been the blood rushing and pumping through her body. One of Kane’s hands reached up, grabbing her around the back of her neck. His tight grip made her want to do whatever he asked of her. All he had to do was say the word, and she would give him anything he wanted, submit to him. Fully and completely. His other hand traveled toward her warm, wet pussy. Joy knew what was coming and whimpered in delight as soon as his fingertips touched her bare mound.
“Just give me a little taste. All I need right now is to touch you. I’ve dreamed about this for so long. Don’t deny me, Joy.”
As if she could do anything else, she nodded before whispering, “Yes.” Loud enough for his ears only. But that seemed to spur him on. His thick finger pressed inside her slick channel, wrenching a moan from her at the sensation of being filled by him. Her head fell back, even he still held a tight grip on the back of her neck. “Yes,” she pleaded.
Kane plunged his finger inside her body, the wet squelching sound echoing around them. The scent of sex hung in the air. Groans of ecstasy were kissed from her mouth by his lips. “I want more,” Kane growled. As he brought the tip of his finger to the entrance of her pussy, he brought another along for the ride before thrusting both inside her body with a forceful push.
Joy gave a little squeak as her body stretched to accommodate what Kane was doing. He curled his fingers inside her, pressing on an area she’d never touched before. He whispered words of need and desire as her body began to spiral out of control.
“Give it to me. I want to see you come on my fingers. I knew it would be like this. Can’t wait to get you in my bed. So fucking hot. Come for daddy.”
At that, Kane pressed on a spot inside her soaking channel. Joy’s mouth opened in a silent scream as her orgasm rushed through her. She could feel the wetness flowing down and out of her body, her pussy squeezing and t
ightening against Kane’s fingers. Joy felt every touch, every nibble from his lips, every touch of his fingers against her skin like the sizzle of electricity.
“Look at me.”
Joy focused on the man standing in front of her. His eyes were hooded, glazed over with lust and desire. He removed his hand from her clenching core and lifted it to his mouth before licking the wetness from his palm. His wet tongue laved at his skin as if her juices were the tastiest treat he’d ever had. She couldn’t look away from him and what he was doing. It turned her on even more, and she could feel her wet sheath clenching in need. It missed the feel of him inside of her, and it wanted him back.
Kane licked off the last bit of her essence before giving her a kiss, allowing her to taste herself on his lips and tongue. “I knew your pussy would taste amazing. As soon as I can get you alone, I’m going to taste you from the source.” He wrapped his arms around her, grabbing at her ass, which was still somewhat exposed. “Come home with me. That wasn’t the plan for today. I wanted to wine and dine you, show you DC through my eyes. But now, after tasting you, that sweet nectar of yours, the only thing I want to eat is your pussy.”
CHAPTER 5
Joy
KANE DROVE THEM TO his condo in Arlington. From his living room window, she could see almost the entirety of downtown DC, and it was amazing. Not as amazing as the man reflected in the mirror walking up behind her, but it was close. Kane wrapped his arms around her waist and Joy leaned back, sinking into his embrace. She was still somewhat embarrassed by what she’d allowed him to do in the garage, but since he hadn’t mentioned it, neither would she. Plus, from the thick feel of the bulge in his pants as he pressed against her, he had other things on his mind.
“Come on. Let’s go get more comfortable,” he whispered while nibbling and kissing her neck. “I need to see you lying naked under me. My dick’s gonna burst out of my pants if I don’t get inside you soon.”
Joy could hear the smile in his voice. She was ready for that as well. “Lead the way. I’m all yours,” she teased.
“Oh, sweetheart. You can bet your pretty little ass on that.” Turning their bodies, he began to walk them down the hallway and into his large master bedroom. Brown, burgundy, and tan filled her vision as she looked around the tastefully decorated space. The masculine colors fit her expectation of what Kane’s bedroom would look like. His walls also showcased some extremely nice paintings, while high-quality bedroom furniture filled the space. With everything she knew about Kane, she shouldn’t be surprised, but she was. Kane grabbed the top of her skirt and began pushing her skirt down her body. “I need you.”
They both shed their clothes before climbing onto the bed. Kane positioned her body so that she was lying with her head against the pillows, her legs spread open, and her bare pussy in full view of his lascivious gaze. Looking at him standing at the end of the bed, she almost lost her breath. He was magnificent. Lean muscles, with that Adonis belt that drove women out of their minds—her included—that pointed towards her undoing. Thick and long, his cock jutted out in front of him while his large hand stroked the hard flesh. She could see his abs clenching each time he reached the tip. Hell, her abs were tightening as well because it was like she could almost feel that shit.
“Kane,” she practically begged.
“No. Let me look at you. Damn, woman. When I pictured you in my bed, I had no idea just how fucking good you’d look in it. You’ll be lucky if I ever let your ass go outside the house again.”
At her shocked look, he shrugged.
“I make no apologies for how I feel. This is the real man behind those emails and text messages. Take me as I am.” Releasing his cock, he climbed up on the bed, his wide shoulders pressing against her quivering thighs as he placed his body in the position he wanted. Kane wrapped his arms around her legs before looking up at her with a wicked smile. “Let’s play a little game. First rule. No hands. If I feel your hands on my hair, body, or if you try to push me away... we go again.”
Joy knew she was going to break that rule. There was no way she’d be able to hold back from touching him. Shaking her head, she began to challenge him. “No, Kane. It’ll be too mu—”
He ruthlessly cut her off, “Deal.” Kane bent his head and lapped at her slick pussy with his long tongue. Joy lost her mind.
At the first lick, her legs widened so much, she felt the strain of her thigh muscles as they screamed at her to stop being such a slut for the man licking her kitty so good. Then they shut the hell up once he twirled his tongue around her clit before sucking the hardened flesh inside his warm mouth. Her hips lifted as she tried to press closer. “Oh my! Fuck! Kane!” She hoped like hell he didn’t look up at her right now, because she could guarantee she had an ugly ass, ‘I’m about to cum all over your face’ look right now. That shit wasn’t sexy. She didn’t want him to stop doing whatever magic he was performing down there, only to laugh at her scrunched-up face. Right when Joy found her rhythm, building up to a powerful orgasm, he nipped at her clit with his teeth and all hell broke loose.
Joy let out a scream as her body careened towards release. She lifted her lower body off the bed, pumping her hips up and down. Her toes curled and her fingers clenched as her body reached that pinnacle she’d been searching for all this time. His mouth still latched onto her soaking wet pussy, Kane opened his eyes to look at her at the exact moment she happened to glance down at him. The dark look of possession, the utter pleasure reflected in his eyes, and the flick of his tongue set off another round of pulsing from her already spasming passage. He lifted his body, the higher she lifted her hips. The grip on her thighs was tight, and his mouth tightened on her bare flesh like a vacuum seal. Another scream escaped as her body jerked and tears began to fall from her eyes.
Holy. Fucking. Goddamn!
Kane released her body, but his hands remained on her knees to keep her legs spread wide. “I knew you’d be so goddamned good. Your taste is addictive. I need to taste that sweet pussy of yours every day.” Reaching over to the small dresser next to his bed, he pulled out a strip of condoms and placed them within reach. Quickly donning the protective covering, Kane leaned over and kissed her deeply, giving her a taste. They both moaned deeply at the feel of his thick cock breaching her opening. Breaking their kiss, he lifted his head to look down at her. “Yes. This is perfect. So warm. So tight. Fuck, baby, you’re gonna kill me. It feels so good. You fit me just right.”
“Holy shit.” She looked up at him with wide eyes. While she knew he was working with something based on his ever-present bulge, she was amazed at how fucking good he felt inside her.
One eyebrow lifted as he continued to press forward. “That’s right. I want you to crave me every day, all day. When you think about me, I want this pussy gushing because she’s getting ready for me to slide inside.” Kane paused, moaning, but still pushing in as far as he could. Bringing his gaze back to hers, he smiled. “This is mine,” he growled. “How the fuck did I go without you in my life, in my bed, with your pussy wrapped around me for so damn long? I’m never going to get my fill.”
Joy gasped when he went deeper, his thickness filling her so good. She reached up to grab at his neck and her body began to move helplessly underneath him. Kane’s hands were tight against her hips, holding her body within his strong grip while thrusting harder. All Joy could do was respond in kind, giving him as good as she got. Her body twisted, writhed, and twirled in response to each plunge. She knew there would be bruises against her dark skin come tomorrow after the way he was handling her body. Joy welcomed it and wanted more. Her stomach began to clench and sizzle with electricity. She could feel another orgasm rushing through her body. Euphoria washed over her as her channel tightened around Kane so tight, he had to pause in his motions.
“Oh shit. Oh, yes!” Joy knew she was speaking, but the words made no sense. They didn’t have to because she was positive Kane knew exactly what she was feeling. Utter fucking bliss.
“Tha
t’s it, Sweetheart. You like my dick inside you? This is right where he belongs.” He thrust hard, forcing himself through her clenching walls. “Give it to me. I want all that sweet, nasty, gushy stuff. Take this dick and make it yours, because can’t nobody give me this. I want to fuck you until my body can’t take anymore, and then I’m going to fuck you some more.”
Her mind was blanking from the pleasure. He wasn’t just fucking her. No, he was claiming every piece of her. He pounded her so damn hard, all she could do was bask in the glory of every sweet thrust. “Oh God,” she whimpered, feeling another orgasm build. The tip of his dick rubbed against that special spot, and her eyes crossed from pleasure. Her nails scored his back as she tried to hold on to something, anything, that would prevent her from losing consciousness and missing even one second of this feeling.
“Open your eyes, Joy. I want you to look at me. I want you to know it’s me making you scream. And I want you to hear me when I say I’m never letting you go.” Hitching one leg over his shoulder, he pressed down, spreading her wider as he ground his hips into hers.
Overcome with pleasure and pain and overwhelming ecstasy, tears fell freely from her eyes, and her body rolled from one orgasm to another. She tried to speak, to tell him how good it felt, but the only sounds from her mouth were mumbles, grunts, and moans. This was what she’d been missing in her life, and she was going to enjoy every fucking minute.
Kane grabbed her hair in one strong fist, pulling her head back. “Don’t go soft on me now, baby. This is just the beginning.” Leaning down, he licked her from the shoulder to the bottom of her ear, to her chin, before capturing her lips in a searing kiss. He pulled his knees closer, moving to a semi-kneeling position and began to pound her harder. Groans left his mouth as he lost control. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” His body seized as she felt his hot release flow from his body into the condom he’d managed to slip on. He continued thrusting in shorter, softer strokes. “Yeah, baby. Feel so good.” His heavy breathing broke through the silence in the room. “Fuck. I want to do that again.”
