by Lila Kane
“We can do better than that,” he said, breath warm on her lips.
Then, suddenly, his mouth was on her. Her jaw, her neck, and traveling lower. “Oh, God…”
Her whole body came alive and an ache formed right between her legs, practically making her pant with longing for him. To feel his hands on her, his body naked, his cock inside of her. She’d never felt this much need before.
She strained toward him, breasts pressed against his chest as his hands wandered.
“Touch me,” he commanded.
Her hands were tentative when she lifted them, but they seemed to have a mind of their own when she finally touched him. She ran her fingers over his chest and to his arms—God, they were perfect. Strong, toned—enough to keep her pinned against the elevator wall without any effort at all.
“This is what those romances are about,” Shane said. He gripped her waist, fingers squeezing hard. “Losing yourself in the moment—letting yourself feel. And only feel.”
All she could do was moan, because his lips were brushing her ear, and his fingers were skimming her abdomen, dipping under the waist of her dress pants.
“What do you feel?” Shane asked.
“Wh—what?”
Shane jerked her pants, yanking her hard against him. His cock dug into her hip, twitching against her, ready to take what he wanted.
“What do you want, Leah?”
She hitched a breath. “You. I want you.”
Chapter 4
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Shane
It took a whole ten seconds for Leah to change her mind after they’d gotten out of the elevator last night. To be honest, he’d expected it. He’d expected her to bail before they even got into the elevator.
But that didn’t mean it hadn’t hurt. His dick had throbbed the entire way home, making him uncomfortable as he drove, trying to get Leah out of his mind. Cursing her for being a tease—even though he knew it wasn’t true.
He’d jerked her from her comfort zone and halfway hoped she wouldn’t notice until he’d gotten her pants off and shown her just how much fun she could have with him. But it was just as well. Better to have her run off before something happened than after—especially with regrets.
Shane woke with a hard on, and cursed Leah again as he took a cold shower and then as he ate breakfast. If she hadn’t been so damn hesitant in the elevator, and then practically melted at his feet, maybe he could forget her.
If he hadn’t felt the way her body responded to his, he might have been able to jerk off in the shower and then put the whole thing behind him.
In fact, he still thought he might be able to until he got to work and she wasn’t there. He checked his watch and found he was right on time. Which meant she was late, because Leah was always there earlier than him.
Shit. He hoped she hadn’t quit. It wasn’t like they weren’t adults. They could get past this.
He sat at his desk and pulled out the manuscript they’d worked on last night. He could present it to Kara alone, but he wouldn’t feel good about it. After all, it was a collaborative effort.
When she didn’t show up after another forty-five minutes, Shane almost went to Kara’s office to ask if she knew where she was. Then he heard the ding of the elevator. He peeked out from his cubicle and then froze.
Leah stood there, sunglasses propped on her head, smile wide. She wore a tailored dress that traced every curve—curves he didn’t know she had. And hadn’t her hair been brown? Now it was a shade of auburn that looked sexy as hell.
His dick went hard, and all the blood in his body rushed to his groan when she saw him. Her eyes locked on his and her lip quirked.
Holy hell. What was going on?
She walked—no, sashayed—to her cubicle, hips swaying. Damn it—he wanted her so bad right now and she was acting like they hadn’t just almost fucked in the elevator last night.
“Morning,” she said, dropping into her seat.
“What the hell?” he asked, completely off his game. “You’re late.”
She shrugged. “Kara knew I’d be a little late. I called earlier.”
“What did you do to your hair?”
She wrapped one of the curls around her finger and grinned. His throat dried. “You like it?”
“It’s…” He frowned and turned back to his desk.
What was going on? And the fact that it didn’t look she had a hangover right now just irritated him more. Who was this woman and where had he put Leah?
“Let’s go show Kara what we came up with,” Leah suggested, grabbing her manuscript and nothing else.
She didn’t wait for him to follow. He cursed and grabbed his manuscript as well. It didn’t matter. Leah was already chatting away about their ideas, laughing and joking with Kara. He was surprised she even gave him credit for the part he’d done.
After the meeting, part of him wanted to stop her and ask what was going on. But the other part, the part that was pissed off right now wanted to ignore her. Wanted to head out to the bar after work and find someone who actually appreciated his charms.
But then she caught his arm. “Can we talk a minute?”
Then, of all places, she led them to the copy room. She perched her hip against the machine, eyes locked on his.
“I’m sorry about last night,” she said.
He folded his arms, pretending like he had no idea what she was talking about. “What about last night?”
She laughed. “Okay, play it that way. I walked out on you, and it was rude. No, worse than rude because it was a lie.”
He couldn’t help himself. He had to ask the question. “What was a lie?”
“How I was feeling.”
His teeth gritted. So she’d lied about how she’d felt? She’d lied and told him she wanted him. Why?
“So all that in the elevator was just…what? You being a tease?”
Her mouth dropped open. Then she took a step closer to him. “No, that’s not what I meant. I meant afterward.”
“You’re not making any sense.”
“You bet I couldn’t have any fun, and you were right. You had to get me drunk for it to happen. And guess what?”
He narrowed his eyes. “What?”
She traced her finger over his arm, and his cock hardened again. She glanced down and grinned. “I liked it. I had fun. And we still got work done. So I wasn’t lying when I said I wanted you. I was lying afterward¸ when I said I couldn’t do that—what we were doing.”
He exhaled when she moved closer, her breasts brushing his arm. “What were we doing?”
Her lips curved. “You don’t remember what happened in the elevator?”
“Remind me.”
Her hand trailed lower, brushing his cock through his jeans. “I lied and said I couldn’t do that, but that wasn’t true. I just didn’t want to do that when I was drunk. I wanted you to know I wanted it, too. And I’m tired of the old Leah.” She pressed her hips against his. “This is the new Leah. Guess what the new Leah wants?”
“What?”
“You.”
Chapter 5
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Leah
Shane caught her at the elevator that evening, locking his fingers around her arm. “You’re coming with me.”
She glanced up with a laugh. “What?”
“You can’t drag me into the copy room and tell me want me—”
“I didn’t drag you—”
“Stop arguing.” He pulled her into the elevator when the doors opened.
She halfway expected him to haul her into his arms, but they weren’t alone. His eyes, however, were ablaze with need. She felt the same way. She’d spent the entire day trying to ignore the glances he kept giving her, squeezing her thighs together to stop the ache.
Shane lowered his voice and said, “You can’t walk around the office all day looking like that and expect me not to notice.”
No, that was the point. She’d wanted him to notice. And she f
elt like she’d accomplished her mission. She was living her fantasy, and so far it was working out pretty well.
The elevator released them to the lobby, and he slid his hand down to hers to pull her out. “We’re going to my apartment.”
“Your—”
“No arguing,” Shane said.
“I wasn’t trying to argue.” She grinned. “I was just going to say my place is really close. It’s faster.”
“Shit. Lead the way.”
She laughed and pulled him down the sidewalk and to the complex that was just around the corner. She’d planned on moving just before the got the internship, and it worked out perfectly, the timing of it all. She got to walk to work in the mornings. And now, apparently, she got to bring Shane home when her body wouldn’t stop screaming to have him inside of her.
After she’d walked out on him last night, all she could think was how much she regretted it. And how mad she was at herself for not taking chances, for not doing what she really wanted. For not living that fantasy.
Leah barely had the door open when Shane grabbed her around the waist. His mouth locked on hers, tongue sliding inside to press against hers. A moan slipped out.
“The door—” she began.
He kicked it closed behind him, and then spun her around, so her back was against the surface.
“I need to see you,” he said, tugging the straps of her dress.
She reached behind her to undo the zipper, and then Shane had it over her head and on the floor in a matter of seconds. The door was cool against her back, seeping through the lacy bra and underwear she wore.
“Don’t tell me it was just an act this whole time,” Shane murmured, his lips skimming her shoulder.
“What was an act?”
“The innocent, hardworking and responsible hot girl.” He grinned and lowered his mouth to her breast. “I was looking forward to corrupting you.”
“It wasn’t an act. Actually…Oh, God…yes, corrupt me.”
He chuckled, and the sound vibrated through her bra, tickling her nipple. His tongue flicked out and she practically melted down the surface of the door. At the same time, his hand pressed against her cunt through her underwear. The warmth had her panting.
“That feels so good,” she murmured.
“We’re just getting started.” With that, he yanked off his shirt and flicked the button on his slacks. “Bedroom?”
She pointed toward the hallway, but had no idea how she was going to walk there when her legs were already shaking.
He jerked her against him and undid the latch of her bra. Her already hard nipples pressed against his bare chest. If possible, his cock hardened even further. She couldn’t wait to have her hands on it, and maybe her mouth…
She froze. “Shane.”
He tugged off his pants and boxers. Her eyes widened at his dick. It was bigger than she expected, curving up to his abdomen, clearly ready to shove deep inside her. Her throat dried.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“I’m not…uh, I’ve only been with one other man. A boy, really.”
He kissed her lips. “It doesn’t matter.”
“I might not be…what you were expecting.”
Meaning, she didn’t think she was going to be good enough. She wasn’t joking when she told him to corrupt her—but she had a terrible feeling it wasn’t going to be enough for him.
“You’re already more than I was expecting,” Shane murmured.
He slid her panties down her legs and kissed the inside of both her thighs before running his tongue up to her center. He flicked it against her clit.
“Shane,” she gasped.
“I’ll go as fast or as slow as you want. Just as long as you tell me what you want.”
“But…”
He rose and touched her cheek. “I’ll tell you what I want, too.”
That brought her some relief. She led him to the bedroom, but he stopped her at the bed and wrapped his arms around her from behind.
“It looks like you. Organized,” Shane said, a smile in his voice.
“I like organized. I like to know what to expect.”
“Trust me.” His breath tickled her ear. He grabbed her breast with one hand and pressed the other against her abdomen, holding her against his thick cock. “You’re going to like this. Unorganized, dirty, and maybe even a little rough.”
The words were like a direct line to her clit. She practically came just hearing his voice. Just knowing—or not knowing—the things he planned on doing to her.
When his fingers worked lower, pressing against her pussy, she couldn’t help the sigh that escaped. He ran his hand down and then back up, fingers slipping into her slit.
“Fuck, Leah—you’re already soaking wet.”
She flushed at the words, but couldn’t stop moaning.
“Tell me how it feels,” he said.
Her cheeks burned hotter.
“It’s just you and me,” Shane said, sliding his finger in and out of her. “Tell me.”
“It feels good,” she whispered. “I want more.”
“I’ll give you anything you want.”
He spun her around and gripped her chin, plunging his tongue inside her mouth. She brought her hands up to his shoulders, and then ran them down his arms and over his abdomen, exploring.
“God, you’re driving me crazy,” Shane said.
And without any notice, he pushed her back on the bed. A gasp slipped from her lips at the motion, then she groaned as he slipped his knee between her legs. She didn’t know what was coming, all she knew was how badly she wanted it.
Chapter 6
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Shane
She was innocent. More than he’d expected. Which only made Shane want her more. She lay on the bed before him, hair spread on the comforter and skin like smooth ivory. The fact that he was only the second man to touch her pussy, to have her in his arms and take her like this made him take his time.
He leaned over her, nudging his knee between her legs to get her to open for him. He bent down, taking one nipple between his teeth and nipping it lightly. Her body jerked and her back arched. He went for the other nipple, swirling his tongue around the hardened peak, and then sucking it into his mouth.
“Oh, God…” Her head twisted on the bed, hands clenching the comforter. “Shane…”
“Hold on,” he said, working his way lower.
And when his mouth reached her clit, her entire body tensed.
“Just relax,” he murmured. “Enjoy it.”
And she did, making little noises that completely turned him on and made him want to give her everything. He sucked that hard little bud, making her body writhe in pleasure. Then he slid his tongue along her slit, tasting her arousal. He could tell how close she was, how badly she needed him.
“What do you want?” he asked.
“You,” she gasped. “I want you. Inside of me.”
Shane kissed his way back up her body, making sure to cover every warm inch of her soft skin—partly because he couldn’t help himself, and partly to keep her in agony. To make her want it that much more. After this, she’d know what it was really like to be taken.
Careful to go slow, Shane pressed his dick against her opening and made sure she was still wet and ready. Her chest was moving in sharp, needy breaths as he eased in. Her tight pussy closed around him, squeezing him like he’d never felt.
“Leah,” he choked out. “Your pussy’s so tight.”
Her eyes met his, looking worried, but he only smiled.
“That’s good. God, you feel so good.”
At that encouragement, she spread wider for him, letting him go deeper and deeper. Once she fully enclosed him, he exhaled and stayed there one long moment. For her to get used to it, for him to catch his breath. His dick was so sensitive, and it’d been a long time since he’d wanted someone this badly. He couldn’t blow his load yet—he needed to make this go on as long as possible. To relish t
he sensations.
Shane started to move. Slow, swivels of his hips that hit her in all the right places. Her lips parted and another moan slipped out.
“Just like that,” she said.
He kept moving his hips, then picked up speed, sliding in and out while she slammed her eyes shut, body taut.
When he hiked one of her legs up, his balls slapped against her ass and he shoved harder, trying to go as deep as possible.
“Faster,” she murmured, pressing her hips against his.
He obliged, picking up speed until sweat dripped down his neck, until her body glistened with it. When she reached out, hands clenching on his arms as the orgasm hit her, he speared her a few more times with his dick, shooting himself into his own pleasurable oblivion.
“Shane,” she gasped.
His body shuddered as he orgasmed, and her tight pussy squeezed his dick over and over again until he was empty. Until he could barely feel his limbs. He collapsed on her, cheek against her breast.
Her hand came up to brush his hair from his forehead. “I’m really thinking…there should be an internship for that.”
He chuckled and lifted his head to meet her eyes. “Are you volunteering?”
“It’s probably illegal. But Something that feels that good shouldn’t be illegal.”
He rolled off of her. “It isn’t. Not here when it’s just us.”
She turned on her side, propping her head on her hand. “That wasn’t…”
Her cheeks turned red and he narrowed his eyes. “What? Say it.”
“That wasn’t bad for you, right? I mean—”
“No.” He leaned up and kissed her. “That wasn’t bad at all. Far from it. You have no idea how good that felt.”
“Good.”
And he wasn’t done with her yet. He couldn’t help that he wanted more of Leah. She was a giant contradiction. Sexy and sweet. Innocent and adventurous. He wanted to show her things she’d never seen, make her feels things she’d never felt.
“Do you have plans tonight?” Shane asked.
