by M. Malone
I bit my tongue. I didn't want to have an argument with her about this, and she probably wouldn't be too thrilled to find out that I had a video of that night. Right now, all I wanted to do was make her feel good. “Okay, I hear you. What do you need?"
"I just want to be in your arms and have you kiss me. I just need to forget the whole damn day. Can you do that? Can you make me forget?"
"I think I have just the thing." I led her to the kitchen island where I had a bottle of wine on ice. She watched me silently as I uncorked it and then handed her a glass. "Here you go."
She frowned at me. "Now I love a glass of wine as much as the next girl, but when I said make me forget, I was hoping for Hunter therapy, not wine therapy."
My lips tipped up in a smirk. "Don't worry, sweetheart, I've got exactly what you need. You drink your wine. I’ll take care of the rest."
I had been planning to wait until after dinner. First, I wanted to do the romance thing with her. We’d done the friends thing and the blazing hot sex thing, but I wanted to give her romance. I knew if I touched her, we wouldn’t get to dinner for…a while.
I had plans to christen every flat surface in my apartment, but I could give her an appetizer now. A little something to take the edge off. I wanted her so bad that my hands were shaking. And as an added bonus, it would help her forget her shitty day.
I stepped behind her, wrapping my hands around her slim waist, and then kissed her neck. The moment my lips met her skin, she sighed into the caress, and even more tension rolled away. I gently slid the strands of blond hair over her shoulder as I nipped her neck.
While my lips were busy, my hands cupped her breasts and Bailey moaned.
"Hunter."
"Sssh. I'm making you forget, remember?"
“Yes, I prefer this method much better."
I smiled to myself as I kissed along the column of her neck, followed her spine all the way down, and finally sank to my knees behind her. When I smoothed my hands up her thighs, she shivered. She was so damn soft everywhere.
Gently, I slipped one heel off, then the other, until her feet were firmly planted on the ground. With firm strokes, I massaged her feet, then her calves, and worked my way up, stopping only to kiss, lick, and suck along the way. By the time I reached the back of her thighs, Bailey was shaking.
"Hunter. Please."
"Hmm? Please what, sweetheart?"
"I'm begging you to stop torturing me. I just need to—"
"Come?" I offered helpfully.
She nodded adamantly. "Yes, that'll help me forget everything."
"Well, I feel like true forgetfulness and loss of brain function only happens on the second or third time around. So we’ve got a while to go yet."
Under her breath, she muttered, "Hunter Richards. If you don't bring your dick over here, I'm going to do something very, very bad."
I chuckled. “Do you promise?"
Bailey groaned as she wiggled in my grasp. "This is not a joke, Hunter."
"No. It's not. My girl asked me to help her forget. And now she's trying to direct the show. How do you think that's gonna go?"
"With a spanking?" she asked with a low whisper.
Was it me, or did Bailey really, really want a spanking? "Oh, we'll get to that. But right now I want to taste you. Then we can talk about all the spankings you might deserve."
"Hunter, do you want me to beg? I'm totally not above begging."
I chuckled as I kissed her inner thigh. "I will not be dissuaded from my task. Now open your legs wider and let me take care of you."
With every kiss and flick of my tongue over her skin, Bailey shuddered. She put her glass of wine down and laid herself across the island, her hands clenching the other side for purchase. Perfect. She was wide open to me, and ready for whatever I might bring.
I teased my thumb over the seam of the lace thong barely covering her sex. God, she was so wet. She’d already soaked it through.
Instinctively, I knew exactly where her clit was and I pressed gently, sending her into a low moan and restless wiggle of her hips. Hooking my thumbs into her underwear, I tugged the fabric aside, and took a small taste with the tip of my tongue. So goddamned sweet. Fucking heaven.
"Oh, God. More please." Bailey made this low keening sound at the back of her throat, and my dick was steel.
I didn't need her to beg. I’d been dying for a taste of her all day. I should have been there to help. You can help her now. You can give her the most mind-blowing orgasm she’s ever had. Our previous times together were going to be tough to beat, but I was going to give it a try.
With long laps of my tongue, I licked over her, pausing only to slide my tongue into her sex and fuck her gently. When her body tried to grip me and keep me inside, I retreated, giving her the tease, a hint of what she wanted.
Bailey rotated her hips, trying to get my tongue directly over her clit so that she could ride me to orgasm, but I wasn't letting that happen. With a frustrated growl, she started to close her thighs, and I reached up and gave her one sharp smack on her bare ass.
She stilled, then moaned low and hungry. I couldn’t help a grin. I liked her response to me. I wanted to drive her crazy. I wanted her so insanely, I would do anything just for a taste of what we had. I wanted to give it to her, give her everything she needed, and then some. I wanted to light her world on fire.
Losing control of myself, I tucked both hands into the elastic at her waistband, and then snapped my wrists. The panties fell away quickly, and Bailey swore low under her breath.
"You owe me a new pair."
"Put that on my tab."
I grabbed her ass, holding it, squeezing it, loving the weight of her flesh. In between laps at her satin-soft, pale pink lips, I took little nips out of her ass, making her squeak and then moan, as I kissed away the tiny hurt.
Her first orgasm came quick. I canted her hips up and planted my lips directly over her clit, sucking fiercely, determined to make her fly. The moment I felt her body quake, I slid my tongue deep into her pussy.
But when the quaking subsided and her legs started to sag, I didn't ease up. I kept lapping at her, avoiding direct stimulation to her clit, but still driving her mad. I could tell when she was climbing back up to the top of the mountain again by the way she gasped my name, all breathless and needy.
Fuck, I loved that sound.
Just when she was nearing that peak again, shaking, begging me to just let her come already, I tried something new. After I licked her clit with the tip of my tongue, I ran over her slit, fucking her gently again. But this time, I let my tongue continue along the trail and over that stretch of skin between her pussy and her ass.
And then I ran my tongue over the hidden pucker.
Bailey jumped, but I held her firmly in position and did it again. I circled the pucker gently before probing with the tip of my tongue. The moment my tongue pressed over the bundle of nerve endings again, I rubbed my thumb over her clit, and Bailey screamed my name, the sound reverberating and echoing off of the walls.
With a grin, I placed a kiss on one of her cheeks before slowly standing behind her. I grabbed a condom out of my wallet and made quick work of my clothes and the latex. Leaning over Bailey, I smiled into her hair. "How’s your memory now?"
"I don't think I remember my own name."
"Hunter Richards at your service. I aim to please.” I lined up my dick to her heat, and slid home.
Bailey moaned deep. As for me, shit, I could barely think. Her body was still having remnant tremors from her last orgasm and squeezing me tight.
What was it about her? I’d had a plan. I was going to fuck her slowly. I was. Except the way she squeezed me and milked my cock, that wasn't just the tremors from before. She was doing it on purpose. She was trying to make me lose control.
“Bailey,” I gritted out. “I want another orgasm from you before I come."
"Okay. Don't hold back. You come, and I'll come. I swear it."
"Jesus. Fu
ck.” How had I gotten so lucky? In truth, I couldn't stop myself when she was squeezing around me. I knew I wouldn't last long. I tried to hold back, tried to slide deep and take my time. But with Bailey pushing back against me, chanting my name and gently squeezing me, there was no hope. My only chance was to make her come with me.
I reached my hand around her waist, sliding my fingers between her legs, and found her clit again.
She cried out, "Oh my God. Hunter, it's too much. I don't think I can—" And then she was flying. Again.
I didn't let up on that bundle of nerves. I kept circling and stroking as I hit her deep. Her pussy grabbed onto my dick and didn't let go, but I kept retreating, groaning in pure ecstasy while she milked me.
With her in front of me, bent over, clasping onto the island, moaning, "Yes, yes, oh God, yes. Right there," I lost all control and erupted.
I could only muster the energy to kiss the nape of her neck. "So let me ask again, how was your day, baby?"
Bailey chuckled. "It was bloody fantastic. Matter of fact, I want to do that again."
13
Bailey
I rolled over and smiled at the sight of Hunter asleep next to me. He looked so young like this, with the gentle, relaxed expression of someone who was completely at peace, his trademark smirk nowhere to be found. I felt like such a girl watching him sleep, but it was impossible not to want to cuddle him right now.
Was there anything sexier in the world than the sight of a handsome man in slumber with wild hair? I couldn’t think of anything.
It was too bad it wasn’t the weekend so we could stay just like this a while longer. I frowned thinking of what my day was going to be like. If the way that Dent had been yesterday was any indication, maybe I should just call in sick.
What the hell was up with him, anyway? He’d always been weird, but at least he’d kept it semi-professional. Now that I had some distance from the situation, I didn’t think I’d been overreacting yesterday at all. All I had to do was remember his hot breath on my neck to know I wasn’t being overly sensitive. In what universe did you get that close to an employee? There was no way he didn’t know that he was making me uncomfortable, so why would he do that? What did he expect to happen?
Suddenly, I had a thought that made me want to barf and cry at the same time. Had Mr. Dent seen me that day? I’d assumed that he’d been too engrossed in his…activities to notice me fleeing the scene, but maybe over the past week he’d remembered something and realized that I’d heard him saying my name. Did he think that I was flattered by it?
Did he think that I would welcome his attention?
Gross. I winced thinking how awkward today was going to be if that was true. Hopefully, he wouldn’t come right out and mention the Masturbation Moment directly. If I had my way, we could just ignore the entire thing. Maybe work could go back to normal, the way it was when my boss had been just slightly gross instead of completely gross.
The things I put up with for college credit.
“Hey, what are you doing up so early?” Hunter’s voice infiltrated my thoughts right before his arm reached over and dragged me closer.
I laughed softly when he tucked me right against him and buried his face in the back of my neck. I was glad there was no awkwardness between us. Sometimes, even when people thought they could transition from friends to lovers, it didn’t work out that way. I’d been worried that maybe Hunter would be annoyed to wake up to me, or quick to try to push me out the door. But he only seemed annoyed that I wasn’t closer to him.
I sighed contentedly. It was hell trying to protect your heart from a guy as sweet as Hunter. He made it damn near impossible not to fall head over heels for him, even though I knew it was smart to guard my heart.
“I woke up thinking about what a crap storm it’s going to be at work today.”
Immediately, his arm tightened around my waist. “You’re still thinking about Dent giving you shit?”
“Yeah. And then I realized there’s probably a reason he’s doing this now.”
Hunter sat up so suddenly it startled me. “A reason? What reason?”
I gathered the sheet that he’d yanked off my body to my chest. “Well, yes. Clearly he’s remembered something from that night. You know… Anyway, he must have realized that I saw him. I guess this is his strange way of hitting on me.”
Hunter relaxed slightly. “Oh, right. When you caught him rubbing one out and screaming your name.”
I peered at him. Hunter was adorable in the morning, but it was clear that he wasn’t running on all cylinders yet.
“Yes. What other day would I be talking about?”
“Nothing. I’m not really awake yet.” Hunter rubbed his eyes and then climbed out of bed, unconcerned that he was completely naked.
I bit my lip, watching all his muscles flexing as he stretched his arms overhead. Had I really rubbed my hands and tongue all over that fine specimen last night? Hell yeah, I had. I grinned. Maybe I wasn’t running on all cylinders yet either, because otherwise I’d be touching him right now, instead of thinking about work.
“I don’t want you to worry about anything, baby. It’s all going to work out.” Hunter leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to my forehead. His eyes darkened slightly when I lost my grip on the sheet and my breasts popped into view.
“In fact, I think maybe I need to take your mind off things again. It’s the least I can do for my best friend, right?”
I whimpered when his big hands cupped my breasts. He stroked them softly before rubbing his thumbs right over the sensitive tips. My mouth fell open at the sharp sensation.
“We really shouldn’t. We’ll be late for work.” My inner voice was screaming at me not to remind him about work, but to allow his magic fingers to continue their exploration of my aching breasts.
“No, we won’t be late,” Hunter crooned, talking directly to my chest. His tongue darted out, taking a gentle lick of my right nipple. “It won’t take but a minute.”
“A minute, hmmm? I think we can spare a minute.”
I sighed as he climbed over me. All thoughts of horrible bosses were quickly obliterated by a handsome man with a very talented tongue.
And it definitely took more than a minute.
Hunter
A few hours later, I hung up the phone and immediately logged out of my computer. We’d managed to get to work only ten minutes late, despite my every attempt to keep Bailey longer. I’d been slammed with work ever since I arrived. My fingers tightened into a fist. The universe was working against me today; since it seemed that everything in the world was conspiring to keep me away from Bailey.
She’d seemed in pretty good spirits when she got off the elevator at her floor this morning. Not for the first time, I cursed the gossip mill, because I’d wanted nothing more than to pull her in for one last kiss before I got my day started. But I couldn’t do that, at least not where anyone could see us. So I’d settled for a wink right before the elevator doors closed.
Then I’d immediately gotten on the phone with my buddy Brent in the IT department. Everything Bailey had told me the night before was exactly what I’d feared would happen. I didn’t need to let this play out to know exactly where it was going. Once Dent realized that Bailey wouldn’t give him what he wanted, he would threaten her job. The sad part was, the jerk knew that upper management would believe him over an intern. Bailey had no leverage in this situation. Or at least, she wouldn’t have had any if I hadn’t kept the video.
Men like Dent were bullies, and they only understood strength. I had sent Brent the link to where I’d saved the video on my cloud drive. We were going to send the first thirty seconds of the video out. It would be just enough to warn Dent that someone had the power to crush him, and also put the management on notice that the guy was a scumbag who jerked off when he claimed he was working late. Dent wouldn’t dare badmouth Bailey once he knew a video existed proving his obsession with her.
It was the ultimate power play.
Now I just had to warn Bailey, since we’d planned for it to go out right before the workday ended. I would grab Bailey so we could leave early. There was no way to predict how Dentface would react, and I didn’t want her in the line of fire.
I decided to sneak downstairs before anyone else decided they urgently needed my help, and see if I could take her for lunch. I poked my head into my boss’s office.
“Hey, Stephen. I’m going to take lunch early. Text me if anything urgent comes up.”
My boss narrowed his eyes slightly. “Are you okay? You’ve been in a mood all morning.”
Damn. I thought I’d done a decent job of hiding my annoyance.
“I’m good. Just getting slammed this morning.”
Stephen nodded slowly. “Cool. Just don’t forget we have a planning meeting later today.”
“Of course, I didn’t forget,” I lied. Shit, my plan to get Bailey out of here early might not work. I really needed to get down there and see her. Once I explained everything, she might decide to just plead sick and leave early on her own.
As I walked through the maze of cubicles on my floor, I saw I wasn’t the only one who’d gotten the idea to leave a little early. I punched the button for the elevator and when the doors opened, the last person I wanted to see stepped out.
“Richards. I was just coming to see your boss.”
I almost cracked a tooth clenching my jaw so hard. “Mr. Dent. Stephen is in his office.”
Dent grinned. “I bet I know where you’re going. But she’s not at her desk. Hasn’t been at her desk all day. Maybe you should check the supply closet.”
Don’t punch him in the face. Don’t punch him in the face.
I stepped into the elevator. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Dent snorted. “Sure you don’t.”
As the elevator doors slid closed, my phone vibrated in my pocket. I pulled it out, grateful for the distraction from my temptation to get off the elevator and beat some ass. But when I saw the text message sent from the company server, my heart leapt into my throat. Then I clicked on it, and my heart dropped all the way back to my stomach.
