by Erika Lynn
Frustrated, but needing the skirt gone, I placed my feet on the ground behind me. The skirt pooled around one leg. Stepping out of it, I resumed my position on Dante’s groin, wearing nothing but my lacey black bra and panty set.
What? It’s good to be prepared.
I leaned in and so did Dante. His mouth found its way to the curve behind my ear. I pulled my body so it was flush against his, bracing myself against his chest.
“You are quite naughty, Ms. Kincaid,” said Dante before nibbling on my ear, just as my hand connected with his hard length.
He groaned at the contact, tightening his hand that had once again found the back of my neck. His hand started to massage me as I began stroking him through the fabric. Then he placed his forehead on mine, his hand stilling. “Are you sure about this?”
No hesitation. “Oh, I’m sure,” I said. The moment had a sobering effect on me, the cocktails from earlier exiting my system. Now the only thing I was drunk on was Dante. His skin, his touch, his smell.
It was my turn to take slow, languid kisses up his neck. He tasted as he smelled, of spice and woods and man.
I clenched at the thought of being with him.
Me, organized, good girl Kate who never did anything reckless or unplanned, having sex with her boss. Never in a million years would that have been something I thought I’d do, but then I hadn’t met Dante yet.
I hoped as all hell I didn’t regret anything in the morning, but right now all I knew is that I wanted all of him.
All of him.
Before I could register what had happened, I found myself on my back, Dante’s expansive body covering mine. “Well, if you are sure,” he said, shucking away his underwear so that he was gloriously naked in front of me.
My eyes lowered until they found what they were looking for. Then they bulged a little. Well, a lot.
Dante’s warm chuckle snapped me out of it.
I knew Dante would be, well, sizeable. But I didn’t expect this. My throat bobbed as I tried to figure out how he was going to fit into me.
He must have sensed my hesitation. “Don’t worry, you’ll stretch,” he said, his voice full of promise and need.
He sunk lower until his body hovered over mine.
I ran my hands up and down his muscled torso, savoring every hard-earned ridge and valley.
Dante looked like no other man I’d been with, his body crafted and honed by manual labor.
My lips found his torso, beginning an exploration of their own, just as Dante’s hand started to wander lower and lower.
I shivered at the touch, my hips bucking slightly in anticipation as Dante let a finger slip under my embarrassingly wet panties.
A deep chuckle sounded in my ear. “How long have you been wet for me, Kate?” he asked. “Since last night? Since before?” But before I could answer, his lips once again found mine, possessing me as our tongues tangled.
His finger entered me swiftly and I reached for Dante’s arm to brace myself just as a second finger joined in. Our lips parted as I sucked in a quick breath, adjusting to him. His fingers were large, but they were just practice.
My body relaxed as he dragged his fingers in and out of me in a steady rhythm. Making sure he hooked them enough to hit that one spot inside that guaranteed a good time.
Dante’s lips met my cheek and then dipped lower, caressing the swell of my breast. “Love what this bra does to your breasts but you need to take it off,” he commanded huskily.
I removed a hand from his bicep to pull the cups of my bralette down, my breasts spilling out over the top. In a second, Dante had the bud of one of my nipples in his mouth, pulling, sucking and teasing. His other hand didn’t stop his relentless assault of my pussy, his thumb joining in to rub my nub.
Everything he did was focused on my pleasure and the sounds coming from him, the growling, the sucking, all played together to help bring me closer to my own release.
I mewled, drawing my hips up as my orgasm approached. My hand once again tightening around his bicep as the other gripped the back of the couch. “Dante, I’m almost there.”
His teeth dragged across my tit, and a third finger entered me, sending me over the edge. My fingers dug into Dante’s skin as an intense heat swelled through my body, relaxing every morsel of my being.
And when the wave of the orgasm crested and fell, my fingers relaxed, my hips returned to the bed beneath me and my eyes opened.
His icy blues stared back at me. Full of storm clouds and desire. Then he shook his head, lowered down to kiss my clavicle before getting off of me. Without the protection of his heat, I shivered, my skin exposed to the air-conditioned space.
But it wasn’t just the air conditioner to blame. Like the air, Dante had gone cold toward me.
I watched as his naked self walked down the hallway to the bathroom. Finding a blanket draped across the back of the couch, I wrapped it around me as I waited for his return. Bracing myself to meet both Jekyll and Hyde.
He returned a minute later with a wash cloth. When he approached, I pulled the blanket infinitesimally closer to my body. Gently, he unwrapped me, then used the warm cloth to clean up the juices between my legs. His mouth was nearby, making me squirm in anticipation.
Then, with a final wipe, he lowered his mouth to my mound and hummed. “Next time,” he said. Making it sound like a promise.
Renewed desire flooded through me and I reached for him but he pulled back. “Tonight was about you.” Then he changed the subject. “How about I make you some coffee?”
I nodded as if on auto-pilot. “Decaf, if you have it.”
Wait, what just happened? I wanted to keep things going, but he pumped the brakes.
Whiplash.
Again.
I got dressed, even though my red skirt was all but ruined, and sidled over to the kitchen where Dante ground coffee beans. Taking a seat at one of the barstools, I stared dazedly at the wall. Not content to just let things slide, I channeled Quinn and put everything on the table.
“What just happened?” I asked, waving a hand in the direction of the scene of the crime.
A very satisfying crime if I’m being honest.
My body still buzzed, frustrated that it was being denied more pleasure.
His brows furrowed and his head tilted. “I thought that was obvious.” Dante set two mugs on the counter, his attention fully on me.
Suddenly shy, I found it hard to look straight at him.
“I made you feel good. You came. The end.”
He made it sound so finite. And almost clinical, despite the combustible heat between us just a few minutes ago.
We sat in silence until the coffee maker chimed, announcing our drinks were ready. It didn’t bother me because the noise was loud from all the thoughts running through my head.
What did this mean?
What would it be like to see him at work tomorrow?
Did I just make a huge mistake?
Before I could think better of it, I lifted the steaming mug to my lips.
“Shit,” I cursed, spitting the coffee out onto the island in front of me. I sucked in a breath as I waited for the scalding feeling to dissipate. Then I hopped off the stool, making my way over to the paper towel rack next to the sink. I could feel the weight of Dante’s stare. Keeping my head down, I cleaned up the mess, wiping the counter down so that it sparkled.
Wordlessly, I placed my mug in the sink. “I think I’m going to go,” I said, wiping my hands on a towel, then the excess on my skirt.
As I circled the island, I made sure to go the route furthest from Dante. But he was much bigger than me. Faster, too. In a flash, his hand swept out, clutching my upper arm.
My breath hitched. My stomach clenched. “I’ll see you in the morning,” he said. Another promise from Dante.
He seemed to be full of them.
I locked my lips, drawing his attention. His body tensed before releasing me.
I all but stumbled out of his apartmen
t, determined to reach the safety of my own place.
Somehow I managed to get inside quickly, releasing a breath I didn’t know I was holding.
Hand to my chest, I tried to settle my racing heart.
I laid awake half the night without luck.
DANTE
The call came first thing in the morning, the trilling from my phone disrupting my already restless sleep.
“This is Dante,” I answered.
A woman’s voice sounded from the unidentified number. “Mr. Inferno, my name is Susie. I’m your father’s in-home nurse,” she said.
I sat up in the bed, throwing off the covers so I could stand. “What is it?” I asked, checking my bedside clock for the time. Five in the morning.
Nothing good comes from calls made between ten at night and seven in the morning.
Susie wavered. “I’m afraid to tell you we’ve taken your father to the hospital.” Air rushed out of my lungs and I stopped my pacing to place a hand on the wall.
My voice was raw. “When? Why?”
“His blood pressure dropped significantly after his treatment,” she started to explain. “They wanted to admit him just to monitor him and make sure he stabilized.”
My heart stopped for a second. Fear for my father and his life. I needed to get to him immediately. “Where is he?”
“He’s at Mercy General,” she said, starting to give the address. But I didn’t need it, it was the hospital nearest my childhood home. I’d been there a few times over the years.
I’d tuned Susie out completely, but remembered to thank her before hanging up.
Before I realized it, I had thrown on clothes, grabbed my keys and was walking out the door.
***
“You scared the shit out of me.”
My father gave me an unamused look. “You know I don’t like it when you swear,” he said.
I hadn’t forgotten. It had been my mother who didn’t want us swearing and when she died, my father continued to enforce her wishes.
Somehow my age failed to matter. Nor did the fact that I now essentially ran his company.
But still, I felt properly chided.
“Yes, father,” I agreed. “How are you feeling?” I took a seat next to his hospital bed, trying to ignore the beeps from the machines surrounding him.
Oxygen tubes sat just inside his nostrils and my father wore a hospital gown. It was a good thing I was already sitting down, because the shock of it hit me again. His age. His fragility.
Tomorrow was not promised. I needed to remember that.
“You should be at work,” my father said. “I’ll be fine here, it’s just a little blip. Should be out in a day or two maximum.”
“How are things at Inferno?” he asked, bushy eyebrows lifting up in blatant curiosity.
Remembering that nobody knew I wasn’t coming in to work, I retrieved my cell out of my pocket. Quickly, I texted Kate to let her know I’d be late and to cancel my morning meetings. With that done, I stashed my phone away and spent time with the man across from me.
My father cleared his throat and I muttered an apology. “Work is fine. Busy,” I said, not wanting to go into detail with him. I could figure out who was messing with my meetings and my schedule without him.
Someone didn’t like me coming in and assuming my father’s role. That much was clear.
But who would benefit from me missing those meetings? Making me look bad in front of other senior staff.
My father's leadership team seemed like the obvious answer.
If I weren’t in the picture, they might be able to rise up in the ranks.
I tried small talk with my father, but he wasn’t having it.
He wasn’t a small talk kind of guy. He hadn’t been away from his company a week yet and he craved information.
I made an excuse and left, heading for the office. But before I did, I promised to call him later in the day to check in on him.
***
I clenched my jaw as I stepped off the elevator at Inferno Construction, my fear for my father, combined with my anger at whoever was fucking with my schedule setting me on edge.
With heavy footsteps, I started crossing the floor to my office.
Then I saw her.
Sweet and innocent looking. Not my usual type at all.
Kate wore a wrap dress that accentuated every curve. She stood at her desk, talking to someone I didn’t know.
I could tell by his body language that he had a thing for Kate. Leaning in, he got closer to her in a way that was anything but professional.
“Kate,” I snapped and I stormed by. “I need my briefing now.” I slammed my office door shut just after I saw Kate’s stunned face.
Thirty seconds later she knocked on the door as she opened it. Her cheeks pinched in irritation.
I stood behind my desk, arms crossed.
“Who’s the guy?” My tone brokered no argument.
She lifted an eyebrow, then her lips twisted a bit in amusement driving me further insane.
I ate the distance between us in just a few steps, wrapping my hands around her upper arms and spinning Kate so that she was right next to my desk. “Sit.”
She lowered her gorgeous ass onto the desk, her chest heaving as she did.
Then I pounced, digging my hand in her hair and drawing her lips to mine.
Our mouths clashed furiously. I channeled my anger and frustration into passion. Not that I needed the help where Kate was concerned.
Not missing a beat, Kate’s tongue met mine stroke for stroke.
My hands started to wander, capturing the bottom of her dress and pulling it up so I had better access.
“What are you doing?” Kate asked between kisses.
“I need all of you, Kate,” I told her honestly. My only explanation as my hand found her flimsy underwear and tore it away.
Her hand flattened against my chest. “What if someone walks in?” I captured her mouth again as my fingers slid inside her. Kate melted into a puddle on the spot.
“Okay,” she murmured, her tight pussy relaxing as my fingers strummed her languidly.
“Unbuckle my pants,” I said as I broke our kiss.
Kate couldn’t speak. Instead, she nodded and got to work, her deft fingers easily undoing my belt buckle, then my button, then my zipper. Only when I added my thumb to her nub did her fingers stumble.
“I need you, Dante,” she moaned as her soft hand found my throbbing cock.
Just when I thought I couldn’t be more ready for Kate, her hand began to work me up and down, making me impossibly harder for her.
Instantly, I removed my hand from inside her. She inhaled sharply in protest, her hand tightening around my length.
“I’m right here,” I assured her, guiding myself inside her with a not too gentle thrust.
When I was seated at the hilt, we both took a collective breath, enjoying the sensations of our bodies coming together. Then Kate nipped at my lips and I began to withdraw, pulling almost all the way out before slamming into her.
Her sighs of pleasure kept me on my brutal pace.
I was frantic for her. And she let me take everything I needed without hesitation.
When the phone rang, we both froze our heads turning in unison at the offending device.
I ignored the ringing, using it instead as a rallying cry to get to the finish line.
Placing my hands on Kate’s hips, I pulled out completely, turned her around and bent her over my desk. She bucked as I reentered her, her fingers digging into my desk for leverage. With one hand pressing firmly on the small of her back, I used the other to palm her, exposing the most sensitive part of her. Within seconds of my ministrations, her body began to shudder.
Her pussy clenched my cock, sending me over the edge seconds later.
We stayed like that, with my body covering hers as we caught our breaths.
Finally, I released my grip on her so she could stand.
Slowly, she turned to f
ace me as she pulled her dress down to cover herself.
Skin flushed, she bit her lip, her freshly fucked look making me hard again.
I zipped myself up, then walked to the bathroom attached to my office.
After grabbing a few clean towels, I made my way back to Kate. A hand on the desk behind her, she looked like she was trying to figure out what just happened.
“I can’t believe I did that,” she muttered to herself as I gently lifted her skirt back up. A look of confusion crossed her face until she saw the towels in my hand.
Gently, I wiped away the remnants of our love making.
Love.
Where the hell did that come from?
My jaw clenched and I finished up. Needing some space, I walked back to the bathroom, depositing the now dirty towel into the hamper. I paused at the doorway watching Kate.
With precision, she straightened out her clothes, and tried to tame her hair.
“I think I should go,” she said, pointing to the door.
Without waiting for a reply, she crossed the room and tentatively pulled open the door. Taking a look around, she must have determined that the coast was clear, and left.
KATE
Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God. I chanted nonstop in my head as I made my way to my desk, quickly looking around the floor to see if anyone noticed me.
I prayed I didn’t look as disheveled as I felt.
Smoothing down my dress, I decided to make a pit stop at the bathroom to check out the damage.
I gasped as I caught my image in the mirror. My hair seemed to have doubled in volume, with strands going every which way.
I patted it down, running my fingers through my locks in a make shift comb.
Pulling a hair tie from around my wrist, I wrapped my hair in a low chignon. “That will just have to do.”
Needing to project a confidence I certainly wasn’t feeling, I pulled back my shoulders as I made my way to my desk.
The rest of the day blurred by. Checking emails, answering phone calls—all perfunctory measures to keep the office running. I did them as if in a fog.
