Halloween Treat
Jennifer Conner
Halloween Treat
A Books to Go Now Publication
Copyright © Jennifer Conner 2012
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Halloween Treat
Veronica MacGrath turned sideways in the full-length mirror, took one look, and groaned. When she’d ordered a Halloween witch outfit from Party Town Rentals, she was expecting a crooked hat, cape, and a wart on the nose witch, not a ‘wickedly sexy one’. This was one hot looking get up and there was no way she was leaving her apartment.
Dammit. She had to. She was the new hire to the management team of Ashcroft Accounting and this was her chance to meet the rest of the staff on a personal level. Hopefully tonight would also include spending time with her steaming hot co-worker, Robert. Dark hair, blue eyes, and an ass she could ride in any rodeo. She came a long ways from her Midwest, small town days, but she did miss cowboys… and their Levis. This reminded her once again that Seattle was her new home, not Prairie Valley.
She’d read through the company’s bylaws. There didn’t seem to be any rules about staff fraternizing, and what better time to get to know Robert than at this party. With everyone in costume, there could be a bit of role-playing. Her original plan was to show her fun side and see where things went with Robert. None of the plans she’d formulated had her looking like the sex witch of the South.
She tried to pull the hemline of the skirt lower but it wouldn’t budge. With the tight black stretchy material, she could barely slip on a pair of panties. She’d have to give up eating for the evening. There was no room for digestion and her in this dress. As far as sitting, she’d better wear comfortable heels because she would be on them all night. If she sat down, she needed cross her legs in a hurry, or she’d give her co-workers a show.
Veronica sighed and slid on the sequined black hat and veil. She tipped her head and looked at her reflection. Maybe this getup was better than the haggy witch was. If she could catch Robert’s eye with this dress, he shouldn’t be too much work to get in bed. The costume made her feel sexy and self-assured.
The next few hours would tell.
Veronica picked up her black shawl, clutch, and car keys, and then headed out to the parking garage.
The pounding music and flashing lights assaulted Veronica’s ears and eyes as she entered The Underground. Sweat mixed with feathers, leather, and lace made for an odd mix of smells. Squinting in the dim light, she didn’t spot anyone from work she recognized as she glanced around the club. An empty spot opened at the bar and she grabbed it smiling at all the festive costumed patrons gyrating on the dance floor and visiting in booths.
Storm Troopers. X-men. Pirates. She loved Halloween. You could be someone else for the night.
Flagging down the bartender, she ordered a Long Island Iced Tea. She would get her drink on now, stop at one, and just ride that happy buzz the rest of the night.
Veronica sipped the cocktail and hoped that at any moment she would spot a face in the crowd she recognized. The drink was stronger than she expected, and it made her a little light headed. She wavered on her feet when she tried to stand. She grasped the edge of the bar until the room straightened, looped her purse on her shoulder and headed out to the dance floor.
The music vibrated and washed over her. The old Billy Idol song popped into her mind, Dancing with Myself. She didn’t need anyone but herself to have a good time. She giggled and shook her butt to the DJ’s beat.
Veronica danced backwards and heard a deep “Umph” as she stepped on someone. Slowly pivoting, she looked up almost a foot and into deep blue eyes. In the Halloween theme, the man behind her wore doctor’s scrubs and a surgical mask covering half of his face.
“It’s you,” she said, and swallowed. “I was hoping you’d be here.”
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Braylon had no idea who this woman was, but getting to know this cute little witch a little better brought out all kinds of Pagan thoughts. As co-owner of The Underground, women hit on him almost every night. But even with her veil, he didn’t recognize her. She wasn’t a regular. He would have remembered those legs.
Every inch of this woman was the real thing.
She smiled up at him and he felt his groin tighten. She said something over the music, and he nodded out of courtesy but didn’t hear what she’d said. As the woman tried to lean closer, she dropped her purse and the contents scattered on the floor.
Braylon bent and helped her. He pinched her driver’s license between two fingers and said, “You’re a real Halloween treat… Veronica.”
“Sorry. I’m so clumsy. Is it just you here tonight?”
“Just me and a few hundred of my closest friends.”
Veronica gave a nervous laugh. When she stood, he caught a glimpse of where her thigh high, mesh stockings ended and a milky thigh began. The crowded dance floor gave them little space. He could feel the warmth of her body and smell the citrusy, spicy scent of her perfume. His heart raced, as the surge of people pushed her against him. Her breasts were plush and full. Braylon imagined the weight of them in his palms and the taste of her nipples caught between his teeth. He also hoped no one noticed his stiff cock behind the loose fitting doctor scrubs.
“Can I get you a drink?” he asked.
She shook her head. “No thanks. I had one. It made me a bit tipsy, and I don’t like to be drunk. I like to remember everything I do.” She grinned a seductive smile.
“Nice costume.” He caressed a finger over her cheek and then down the neckline of black lace bustier and feathers. Beneath his touch, the pulse of her vei
ns beat like tiny wings.
“Thanks. There’s nothing against policy right? And fraternizing is okay?”
“It’s a nightclub, I think fraternizing is fine.” Strange girl, but adorable. Her questions must be from nerves. “Can we go somewhere to talk?”
“For a walk?” she yelled over the music.
“Talk,” he said closer to her ear. He smiled and shook his head at their miscommunication. This was why he wore unobtrusive earplugs most nights, he didn’t want to be deaf by the time he was thirty.
He took her hand and led her through the crowd and down the back hall. Opening the door marked office, he pulled her inside and shut the door.
Her eyes darted around the room. “I’m not sure we should be in here.”
“You have to admit it’s much quieter.”
“I’ve never been back in the offices of a dance club. It looks… orderly.”
Her compliment filled him with pride. He tried to keep things tidy. It was important to balance out his often scatter-brained, messy partner. “It’s pretty dark in here, should I turn on another light?” he asked.
“No. It sets the mood. I hope you brought me back here for more than just talk. We always talk. You are one sexy guy tonight.” She walked fingers up his chest. “And if you think the boss man wouldn’t mind if we used his office for a bit.” Her eyes glittered devilishly behind the black veil and she winked.
He squinted in the dim light to see her face and to make sure he wasn’t reading her wrong. He couldn’t remember ever being this turned on.
Braylon didn’t have casual flings. He was the ‘shy’ brother. But tonight, with him and Veronica dressed in costume, there was something liberating about it. For an hour, he could be someone else. He could be someone much more sexually outgoing then he usual was, and he had the feeling this was the same for Veronica. Would it be so terrible to have a one night hot fling with this woman?
The next thing he knew, he’d pulled is mask down, hauled her close, and kissed her like there was no tomorrow. He deepened the kiss and broke his last thread of doubt. He had one Halloween night and a whole bunch of possibilities.
Her mouth was on his and her arms were around his neck. His blood boiled and his cock throbbed as she pressed her luscious body to his. It was as if the rest of the universe slipped away leaving just the two of them. She tasted hot, ripe, and ready as she brushed her tongue against his.
She broke away. “I noticed you looking at my legs earlier. Are you a leg man?”
He nodded. “Oh God, yes. Am I that transparent?”
“You can touch them if you would like?”
It was getting permission for the thigh-high fantasy he’d carried for years. His dick hardened to rock. Braylon ran the tips of his fingers up her glorious legs to where the tops of her stockings stopped. He touched the smooth satin comparing it to the rougher feel of the fishnets, and then higher still until he hit the hot juncture between her legs.
With one desperate swipe, he knocked the papers and pens off his desk.
“Hey!” she protested. “You’re going to get us in trouble.”
“I doubt it,” he muttered in his lust-filled haze. He could reorganize later. Lifting Veronica, he placed her on the edge of the desk and spread her legs.
He forced himself to stroke a slow a hand up her calf and thigh, when all he wanted to do was devour her. He pulled his rolling office chair close and sat. Looking up, he waited until their gazes locked. He wanted to leave no doubt in her mind for what he was about to do.
She grabbed the edges of the desk like a lifeline and licked her full bottom lip. Anticipation brightened her eyes.
Not taking the time to pull off her panties, he slid his tongue along the satin and her slit. He tasted her desire. At the top of her glorious legs was an even better ass. He squeezed her cheeks in both palms as he pulled the cloth aside and buried his tongue. Braylon suckled her, loving the way she pressed against him, wanting more.
“Don’t come too soon,” he murmured, blowing a breath across her damp sex.
“Then you had better stop being so good at what you are doing,” Veronica said and let out a shaky laugh.
His fingers slid beneath the ribbons that held her panties in place and tugged. They came free easily and he dropped them to the floor. He relished in the tight feel of her sheath as he slid one then two fingers inside her.
She moaned.
He eased out and touched her half-open mouth with his damp fingers. When she sucked his fingers into her mouth, he nearly came himself. As he rose to his feet, he half choked out the words, “Condom?”
Veronica reached for her purse on the edge of the desk, and thank God, produced a silver packet. When she went to place her purse back alongside her, it tumbled to the floor.
“Your purse has a death wish tonight,’ he said with a chuckle.
“I’ll pick it up later,” she said as she ripped the foil open with her teeth.
Running her hands up the muscles of his stomach, she helped him untie the drawstring and push his green doctor’s pants, socks, and shoes free. His cock rose from its nest of dark curls. When she reached for his mask, he stopped her hand. “Let’s pretend.”
“Okay, we’ll be back in the real work world tomorrow. Should I take off anything else?” she asked gesturing to her costume.
“No, leave it on. Leave it all on. You look amazing.” And that was the truth. Fire burned his veins. She helped roll the condom onto his cock and then he grabbed her, pulling her to the edge of the desk. She lifted her hips as he guided the tip of his penis between her folds and home.
Had anything ever felt this good?
She gripped him in her velvet vice that left him nowhere to go but up. Braylon surged forward. She wiggled and moaned driving him a little deeper, and a fresh wave of pleasure crashed over him.
After a few more deep thrusts, he drew out. Sitting on the office chair, he motioned with his finger for her to join him.
Veronica sat up and dropped to her feet. Swinging a long leg, still in heels, over his hips and settled down to impale herself on his cock. The force of their bodies moved the chair back until it pressed against the wall. He laid his head back and listened to the beat of the music thump loudly. It vibrated their bodies. A crowd of hundreds of people were less than a few feet away. It was exciting and erotic. He moaned knowing Veronica was the only one who could hear him.
The muscles in his arms flexed to grab her, but she laughed and held him captive as she began to pump. As she rolled her hips, he used the chance to pop one of her breasts free from her costume and sucked a tight, beaded nipple into his mouth. The contrast between her black costume and her white breasts was intensely erotic.
Veronica grasped his hips with her thighs and urged him on. She was so incredibly tight. Her mouth was open and her face held a look of pure, unadulterated pleasure. He reached between them until he found where they joined and rubbed her tight, wet nub.
Slowly her legs grew tense and she began to tremble but held on. Increasing the tempo, she rode him, challenging him to follow her over the edge.
Braylon ran his hand under her hair and pulled her in for a forceful kiss. It was savage and lust-filled. Who was this man? He was being nothing like the usual gentle partner he tried to be. She brought out a primal animal need in him. It was one to take. One to devour.
She dug red fingernails through his shirt. He’d have marks on his skin in the morning but didn’t care. He grabbed her bare buttock above her stockings and pulled her down. Deeper. Her back arched forward, surrendering to him. His hands dug into her hips. He was ruthless in his strokes and mindless to the need that drove them.
Veronica quivered and then internally grasped him again and again. She cried out as she came.
That was when he let himself go. It started at his toes, gathered in his balls and blew upward. He filled her, bucking and pushing, fighting for that last trust. His body unravelled as he buried his face in her neck and cried out
in a muffled scream.
Still sheathed inside her, he drew her close and wrapped both arms around her body. He tried to slow his hammering heart, but it wanted to leap out of his chest.
Slowly pulling her leg free, Veronica stood.
“Wow, I mean. I didn’t mean for that to happen… well, at least I hadn’t planned on it being that good. I…” she looked at him and her cheeks flushed. “I need to go home.” Veronica stooped and scooped up the insides of her purse once again. She looked at the ribbons of her discarded panties and with a frown stuffed them in her purse.
She started to leave, but first she turned and said, “That was the best sex of my life. But how am I going to face you tomorrow?” She frowned again. “What a mess.”
With that, she left the office and shut the door behind her.
Braylon starred at the closed door. He should have said something. Gone after her.
“Jesus…”
He sat there wet, with no pants, and he was sure with a few million less brain cells and a billion less sperm.
Who the hell was she? And what just happened? The best sex of her life? The best sex of his life. That was light-years better than any woman he’d ever slept with and he didn’t know her last name.
Trying to gather his senses, he leaned forward in the office chair and noticed something white on the floor. A business card. He lifted it to read the type.
Veronica MacGrath - Ashcroft Accounting.
His stomach dropped. “Oh… shit.”
It suddenly made sense.
That was why all the confusing dialogue. She worked at his brother’s accounting firm. They did look alike and tonight on the dance floor, Veronica must have thought he was Robert.
But… she just fucked him.
“Oh, shit,” he muttered again.
Chapter 2
Veronica poured herself another cup of coffee and tried to calm her frayed nerves. Robert saw her when she arrived this morning, but he hadn’t said a word about what happened between them. Doubt crept in. Had she read him very wrong and the life-altering event was only hers?
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