by Anna Durand
Rika pulls my dick out of my trousers and shorts, cupping it in her soft, warm hand. "Oh wow, you're so big and hard and hot. Can't wait to swallow you whole."
Fuck. She means to do what I thought she meant to do. The thought of her mouth on me... I may not last long once she starts.
She strokes me with one hand, humming like she can't wait to consume me, and with her other hand she massages my inner thigh.
"Rika, I---"
Her tongue rakes across the head of my erection.
I jerk and gasp, gripping my chair's arms so tightly my fingers ache, but I don't care. Her tongue, it's velvety and warm and moist. When she flicks it out to tease me again, I let out a choked sound. My ears are ringing, and she hasn't even gotten to what I know will be the best part.
"Mm," she moans, licking her lips.
"You'd better hurry. I can't---I won't---make it much longer."
Rika closes her fist around the base of my cock. "Time to blow your mind."
She opens her mouth and does exactly what she said. She swallows me whole, taking me deep inside. Her soft moans vibrate my flesh while she sucks gently and moves her mouth up and down, up and down, flicking her tongue as she moves. Her hand pumps me too, her smooth palm so fucking arousing I've lost all capacity to speak, to think, or to breathe.
My back bows. The pressure builds and builds while she starts to suck me more forcefully, her moans turning into grunts while her eyes drift half closed like she loves doing this to me.
She won't swallow when I come. Women never want to do that, at least not with me.
"Fuck, Rika."
The orgasm rips through me, hot and hard and so bloody incredible that I squeeze my eyes shut and let out a long, rasping shout. When it's over, I'm breathing hard and so limp that all I can do is lie here slouched in my chair.
But I've never felt better in my entire life.
I gaze at Rika, probably looking dazed, because I am.
She slides her tongue over her lips like she's lapping up every last bit of what I spent in her mouth. "Mm, you're the best thing I've ever tasted. And I love the way you look when you come."
"Rika, that was...amazing."
"Do you feel more relaxed now?"
"I can honestly say I've never been more relaxed in my life." I cup her cheek in one hand. "You are the most wonderful woman in the world."
She laughs, the sound delicate and sweet. "You're adorable when you're satisfied."
As I gaze into her golden eyes, with those green flecks sparking in the sunlight that streams through the windows, I realize exactly what I need to do.
I bend forward to wrap my arms around her waist and lift her up with me. Once we're both standing, I pull her snug against me.
"It's your turn, Rika."
Chapter Eleven
Rika
Dane backs me up to the desk, slips his hands under my ass, and lifts me onto the desk so I'm perched on its edge. It's my turn, he said. Oh God, I hope he means what I think he means. I got so turned on when I had him in my mouth, and the look on his face only made me hotter for him. What I want most of all is for Dane to thrust into me and make us both come.
His slacks are still undone, and his dick hangs between our bodies.
I need that inside me. But I also want his mouth on me, and I can't decide which I want first.
Dane kneels between my thighs. He pulls my leggings down, and I lift my hips to help him, until they're lumped around my ankles, trapped by my shoes. He glides his hands up my calves, his skin grazing mine and setting off a wave of tingling heat in its wake. He places a soft kiss on each knee, then sweeps his hands over them and up my thighs.
He hooks his fingers inside the waist of my panties and drags them down too.
I spread my legs more for him. Oh God, I'm so wet and ready that it's almost embarrassing. I wanted him the day we met, but I've been desperately crushing on him since that day in the restaurant. It's become more than a crush, though. I might be kind of obsessed with his body.
Dane takes his glasses off, sets them on the desk, and lowers his head between my legs. The first touch of his tongue makes me gasp and grip the desk's edge. When he drags his tongue up and down my cleft, my breaths turn into sharp gasps, one after another after another.
"Oh yes, Dane." I clasp his head with both hands while he swirls his tongue around my clitoris without touching it. "Please, yes, please."
He laps at the slick skin just below my clit, his nose brushing that hard nub. When he finally closes his mouth around it, an electric current fires through my body, exciting every nerve. Holy shit, Dane knows what he's doing. I've had guys do this before, but none of the others got me so excited so fast. When he thrusts a finger inside me, I start panting and dig my nails into his scalp. He licks faster, sucks harder, thrusts that finger deeper, until I'm teetering on the edge. So close, almost there.
"Yes, Dane, more," I plead between panting breaths.
Dane pushes two fingers inside me now, while he keeps lapping and suckling me, and I bite back a cry when he groans against my clitoris, vibrating that most sensitive part of me. A coil inside my body winds tighter and tighter, and I get wetter and wetter, so desperate for release that I'm clamping my lips shut to muffle my frantic noises. A fevered flush sweeps over me from head to toe, and I go rigid, frozen in that blissfully torturous moment before I tumble over the edge.
"Dane!" I cry out, oblivious to the fact there's a stranger right outside the door to this office. I don't give a damn who hears me. The pleasure rolling through me consumes my focus, making me shut my eyes while my body bows inward, my knees draw up, and I let out a hoarse, wordless cry.
The orgasm fades gradually, but Dane and I stay frozen with my body curled around him and his head between my legs. After a minute or two, he kisses his way down my thighs and sits back on his heels.
He drags his tongue across his lips three times like he's savoring the taste of me.
"Wow, Dane," I say, still kind of breathless from what he did to me. "That was... I can't even think of a word that's good enough to describe it. I've never come that hard before."
"You gave me the same gift. This was reciprocity."
He's got to be joking, right? Reciprocity? It was so much more than that.
Dane rises, zips up his pants, and snags his tie from the desktop. While he works on doing up his tie, he says, "I feel much better now. Thank you."
I'm sitting here on his desk, my pants and underwear around my ankles, and he thanks me. What the fuck?
"Let's go to lunch," I say, because I have no clue how I'm supposed to respond to his gratitude for the blow job I gave him.
"I don't have time." Done with his tie, he buttons his pants and secures his belt. "I'm sure Eddie wants his Corvette back."
"He said I can bring it back to him tomorrow." I hop off the desk and pull up my leggings and panties. "I told Eddie I need the rest of the day off. That means we are spending time together. You go tell Noah you'll be out of the office until tomorrow."
Dane looks at me with a bland expression. "I don't have time for---"
I seal two fingers over his mouth to shut him up. "I get that we just had a very intimate encounter and you're feeling off kilter because of that. But I am not letting you get away with dismissing it as nothing."
"Have I called it nothing?"
"No, but you're acting like that."
"You said you were going to relax me, you did it, and I can't see what else there is to say. It was a casual thing."
Casual? Is he out of his ever-loving mind? The way he brought me to climax had been the single most intense sexual experience of my life.
His face has gone stoic, though, and he pats my arm like I'm a puppy he just gave a tummy rub. "This was nice. Thank you."
Then he waltzes toward the door.
"Hey!" I shout.
Dane freezes with his hand on the doorknob, turning only his eye
s to look at me. His wide, stunned eyes.
I stomp up to him, stabbing my finger into his chest. "You do not get to walk away like getting a blow job in your office is an everyday thing."
He flinches the tiniest bit.
"We shared an intense experience," I say. "It wasn't casual. I get that you're terrified of that, though I have no idea why, but being your fake girlfriend does not make me your on-call plaything."
"You're not---I never said---That's---" He screws up his entire face, drops his head onto the door with a thump, and groans.
Oh jeez, now he looks so pitiful that I want to hug him. This man has more tension and angst inside him than I ever realized until this moment. And I feel for him. More than I should, probably. But I can't help it.
"You need a break," I say. "Celeste came to see me last night, and she's worried you're putting too much pressure on yourself. I'm worried about you too. Let's go back to your hotel, cuddle up on one of those big sofas, and order a bunch of decadent desserts from room service."
"I can't," he moans with his head still resting on the door. "There's too much to do."
"Come on, Dane. You need more than oral sex, and I want to help you, so let me." I bite my lip, studying him and his defeated posture. "Okay, I'm just going to do it."
He lifts his head, his brows cinched up tight. "Do what?"
"This." I throw my arms around him, resting my chin on his shoulder. "I've never met anyone who needs a hug more than you do."
"I..." He trails off like he has no idea what to say.
So I keep myself mashed to his body, my arms around his neck, and breathe in the scent of him. He's not wearing cologne, but he smells good naturally. He feels good too. I can't remember the last time I hugged anyone, and I think I'm getting as much comfort from it as I hope he will.
Little by little, his body softens. His head lowers, and his cheek brushes against mine. A breath gusts out of him as he links his hands at the small of my back.
We stand there like that for a minute or two, maybe longer. I lose track of the time because this is the nicest thing I've done in ages. Why do I love cuddling with Dane? I'm not sure, but I'm also not sure it matters. This feels so good and so right that I don't want to examine the reasons why.
"All right," he says on another, gustier sigh that flutters my hair. "Let's go to my suite and...do whatever."
I suppose "or whatever" is the closest he'll ever come to admitting he wants to snuggle with me on a big sofa. I'll take it.
Without letting go of me, Dane opens the door and announces, "Noah, I'm taking the rest of the afternoon off. You should too. I'll make sure you're paid for the full day."
"Thank you, Mr. Dixon, sir," Noah says. "Sorry. I meant Dane."
"Enjoy your afternoon."
Dane keeps an arm around my waist as he leads me to the elevator. The car is empty, and once the doors glide shut, Dane pulls me snug against his gorgeous body and kisses me. The second our mouths collide I hum with pleasure and excitement. I love kissing him, though we've only done this a few times before. I love the sensation of his mouth on mine, of his tongue diving between my lips to tease me and arouse me, and of his hands splayed over my upper back. He takes it slow like he's in no hurry, like we can do this all afternoon.
And I guess we can. He's taken the rest of the day off.
When we exit the elevator into the lobby, I feel so deliciously warm and relaxed and turned on at the same time. This desire is softer than a little while ago in his office. I want him, but mostly, I want to spend time with him. Get to know him. Find out what he wants and needs and feels deep inside.
Which sounds an awful lot like legitimate dating.
And yeah, that's exactly what I want.
But does he want that?
Chapter Twelve
Dane
What am I doing? Taking an afternoon off during the most critical time in my career? The re-launch of my brand of sexual wellness devices is coming up sooner than I'd like, sooner than I can handle. Celeste has hammered it into me that these next weeks will make or break the re-launch, but then she tells Rika I'm stressed out and she's worried about me.
I can't blame Celeste for all my stress. I've done this to myself, haven't I? She warned me what it would be like if I signed a contract with Bonsoir. She never glossed over the downsides or what I would be expected to do. But now... I have no bloody idea how to deal with all of this.
Maybe that explains why I talked a clever, sweet, beautiful, sexy woman into pretending to date me.
When we get to my suite, Rika takes my hand and guides me into the library where we do exactly what she suggested. We snuggle on the sofa. I take off my jacket, tie, and loafers while she kicks off her shoes. She tucks her legs under her and leans against me, so I put my feet on the table and drape my arm over her shoulders. She's warm and smells like powder or...something. It's a pleasant scent. She always smells good, a fact that makes me want to shag her all the time.
I haven't done that yet. Why not?
Because it would be wrong, that's way. I want to smack my forehead with my palm, but I don't. Rika will think I've gone completely insane if I do that. But I am an idiot, to say the least, for thinking for even one second that I deserve to sleep with this woman. She should have a real boyfriend, not an arse like me who tells her it's only for show.
"What are you so afraid of?" she asks, not sounding at all irritated, despite the fact I hurt her feelings earlier.
I open my mouth to tell her I have no idea what she's talking about, but I stop short of saying it. Am I afraid? If I am, why is that?
Why can't you be as exciting as your toys?
My head falls back against the sofa like it's transformed into a granite ball and I can't hold it upright anymore. I should tell her the truth, shouldn't I? But I can't make the words come out, so instead I say, "I'd rather not talk about myself."
"That seriously limits the conversation." She wriggles until she's turned partway toward me, though she stays under my arm and nestles against me. "Tell me about your family, then. Please."
"You know my brothers."
"Not well."
I shrug my shoulder, the one she's not tucked up against. "Reese is incessantly cheerful and irritating. Chance is mature and irritating."
"Oh come on, I know you get along with your brothers. Why are you calling them irritating?"
"Because they both insist on telling me I've lost my sense of humor and I've become..." I grimace. "Uptight."
"That's because you are uptight. I'm not criticizing, but remember, I've seen the wedding videos. You were smiling and laughing, dancing with all the ladies. You even told jokes during your best man speech for Chance. Funny jokes." She nudges me with her elbow. "I know the way you are now isn't how you usually act."
"Maybe it isn't, but I can't change the way I am."
"Because you're completely stressed out."
I drum my fingers on my thigh. "Fine, yes, I'm stressed out and uptight and not any fun at all anymore."
"Admitting you have a problem is the first step to recovery."
"This isn't an AA meeting."
"No, it's a private session with your personal counselor." She points at herself. "That would be me."
"We're not actually dating, which means you aren't required to counsel me."
"I want to help you, Dane. If you'll let me."
"And what is it you think you can do for me?" I grunt and shake my head. "Even my parents think I'm on the verge of a nervous breakdown. They told me so in an email because I've been avoiding their calls."
"You need to talk to your family, not avoid them. You work in the same building as your brother Reese. Talk to him."
I clear my throat while I avoid looking at her. "I can't. I sort of, ah, shouted at Reese earlier today. Told him I don't want my face on the sodding package for my devices. And I might also have slammed my fist down on the desk when I said it."
"Reese isn't mad at you, I'm sure. He looks up to you."
"Are you sure you're talking about the same Reese? Maybe you've got my brother confused with someone else."
She laughs, and it sounds almost affectionate. "I've met your brother, in person, with his wife. Arden wouldn't hang on anyone else's body. And Reese told me, face to face, that he admires and respects you and wishes he could be more like you."
"He wants to be an uptight arsehole? I rather doubt that."
"The way you were before Bonsoir gobbled up your company."
Celeste's company gobbled up mine because I served it to Bonsoir with garnish and red wine sauce. What had I been thinking? I want to rewind the months to that moment and say no this time when Celeste offers to make me an instant billionaire.
But I can't. I'm trapped.
Rika places a hand on my cheek and touches her lips to mine.
The kiss is soft and sweet, but the feel of her skin on mine makes me want to deepen the kiss, to taste every millimeter of her mouth and explore all the ways I can excite her. I want to hear her moan and feel the vibrations of it through our fused mouths.
I can't move, though. I can't do anything except relax my lips and let her kiss me.
She pushes her tongue inside, flicking it until her teasing compels me to dive deep into her mouth and do what I thought of doing seconds ago. I devour her. And when she moans into my mouth the way I wanted her to, I feel the vibrations just how I'd imagined I might. The sensation is even better than I expected, even more arousing. I thrust a hand into her hair and pull her even closer so I can plunge deeper into the hot, silky depths of her mouth. Christ, that sounds idiotic. Hot, silky depths? But that's what she feels like. I've never loved kissing any other woman as much as I love kissing this woman.
Rika pulls away, but only enough to look me in the eye. She slides her tongue across her bottom lip. "Let's have sex, Dane."
"What? I, uh... What?" She can't mean it. I must have misheard her, or she must have misspoken.
"I said let's have sex." She swings her leg over me so she's straddling my lap, then she wraps her arms around my neck, her mouth so close I could take her bottom lip between my teeth and suck on it. "You want me. I want you. We've proved we have chemistry. We're adults, and there's no reason in the world why we shouldn't go all the way."
