SeXTC

by Melani Blazer

  Initially, it creeped her out. But after she read it again, she realized he was confessing his sexual experience rather than soliciting her. He offered her a story, not a date. And that intrigued her even more.

  * * * * *

  “Kyla,” Donovan muttered her name as he logged into the newspaper’s database. “I will find you.”

  Or so he thought. He could create killer ads with his digitizing and photo editing abilities, but he stared at the “No search results found” error on the screen with disgust. “Meredith?” he called to the editor assistant as she walked by the cubicle.

  “Yes, Don?”

  He didn’t blame her for the curious look. He got it a lot around here. He’d been here a year, but knew nobody. He didn’t do lunch, attend anything but required meetings and didn’t socialize. Conversation was limited to what was needed to get the job done. Not because he was an ass, though he figured they said that about him. He just saved as much of his energy as possible for his true love—getting the magazine off the ground.

  “I need to look up a name of someone. I plugged it in and it’s not coming up. I thought this was a pretty good database.”

  “What’s the name?”

  He showed her the scrap paper with Kyla’s name scribbled on it.

  “Oh, that’s because you spelled it wrong. You missed the second ‘L’.”

  He couldn’t digest it fast enough. “You know her?”

  “Of course.” Meredith frowned and adjusted her glasses. “She’s one of our distribution clerks.”

  Donovan swallowed hard. He felt instantly reduced to a horny teenager. Here? In this office? “Oh, well.” He tried to smile with complete composure. “That’s why I recognized her name. Never mind. But thanks.”

  * * * * *

  Kyla’s hand trembled over the mouse. How could she be so stupid? She’d thought she’d been clever, albeit clichéd, using Jane Doe as her alias. Why hadn’t she been smart enough to realize her email address was registered to her real name?

  He’d found her. Hadn’t been content to email her, alias to alias, but had searched her out and approached her without the mask she’d tried to hide behind.

  And then to find that Dr. Sex, aka Donovan Harper, worked here, for the same newspaper she did. Was it really coincidental?

  How could it not be? He hadn’t given her the magazine. She’d emailed him, blindly.

  She pressed her fingers to her temples and lowered her head until her chin nearly touched her chest.

  “Kyla, you okay?” Dana, her team leader and friend, grabbed her shoulders and squeezed. “Why don’t you take your lunch early and get some fresh air.”

  “I’m okay.”

  “You don’t look okay.”

  Kyla swallowed and debated on how much she should tell Dana. Did she really want to mention the magazine and tie Donovan to it? But now she needed to know.

  “Do you know Donovan…” She leaned forward, double-checked his last name, then closed the email. “Donovan Harper?”

  “Oh, yeah, the hot art guy. Not sure what his deal is. He can create and edit graphics like nobody’s business, but that’s all anyone knows about him. Total recluse. Loner type. We all have been planning to kidnap him, cut his hair, and dress him in some tight-fitting jeans.”

  Kyla’s heart dropped to the ground. Hot art guy. She’d heard about him. Hair too long, shirts worn a size too big and never ironed, tie always askew. Supposedly he had the sexiest bedroom eyes and lips you’d want kissing you all over. She clamped her legs together at the flood of sensation at the vortex of her thighs.

  “Why?” Dana asked.

  Kyla bit her lip. Shit. Damn. “He, um, emailed me.”

  “And?”

  “Well, I um…” She wrung her hands, then smoothed her sweaty palms on the top of her trousers.

  “Oh, Kyla, you cannot do this.” Dana reached for her mouse, but Kyla slapped her hand away.

  “Shit. Okay. I met him sorta online…elsewhere. I thought I was being incognito with a false name, and he didn’t use his either, but I was a dumbass and left myself exposed by using my real email. He found me.”

  Dana whistled. But she didn’t look mad or stare at her with a disapproving frown. Kyla almost wished she would have. Instead, she looked ready to go find Donovan and drag him to her cubicle.

  “Don’t even think about it,” Kyla warned.

  “Oh, no. But I want details. Sordid details, woman. I have a really good feeling that Donovan is the type of guy who gets what he wants.”

  Chapter Four

  I touched the rose to her lips. She sighed, parting them, then licking them with the tip of her tongue. I got hard in an instant. She was nude, lying pale against burgundy silk sheets. The rose was pale pink, a perfect shade that matched the naked blush of her skin. Soon I’d spank her perfect bare ass, then touch the rose against the flushed flesh, teasing, tickling until she begged me to do what I wanted. Then I’d lower my mouth to her dripping wet cunt and lick up every ounce of her nectar until she blossomed under my touch, then I’d pound my cock inside her until she screamed my name. Soon. Not yet. Right now, the rose would make love to her skin…

  “What’s it say?” Dana rounded the corner just as Kyla had finished reading the note.

  She clutched it to her chest, trying to stop the frantic beat of her heart and calm her breathing. “You scared me!” she accused, hoping to cover up the fact she’d been a little flustered before Dana had shown up.

  “So? What’s it say? It’s from him, right?”

  “Yes, and no, you can’t see. Oh, God.” She stood up, put the single blush colored rose back in the burgundy tissue and faced Dana.

  “Damn. I want someone to send me a rose that makes me look like that.”

  Kyla concentrated on breathing and stared at her. She didn’t know what to say. She couldn’t think. Well, about anything other than mental picture Donovan’s words had put in her head.

  “His extension is four-seven-seven-six-two.”

  She blinked, then grabbed for a piece of paper and scribbled it down. Shit. What should she say? Could she do it? Would she? Why? Why not?

  “Call him,” Dana stuck her head back around the cubicle corner and pointed. “Don’t make me go over there and tell him what you looked like reading his note.”

  “Dana, no. No. Don’t.”

  “You gonna call?”

  “Yeah.”

  Only because the regret would consume her if she didn’t. She was scared to death—more frightened of anything she’d ever done in her life. But her body was also still humming with the arousal he managed to spark in her without ever speaking to her, ever seeing her.

  Before she lost her nerve, she picked up the phone and punched his extension.

  He answered on the third ring. “Don.”

  “Hi,” she said, but her voice was barely a whisper. She cleared her throat and tried again. “Um, hi.”

  “You’re scared of me, aren’t you?”

  She glanced down. One hand clutched the phone cord so tight, her knuckles were white. Her legs were tense, held tightly together as if he could possibly touch her through the phone line. Yet he did, just the sound of his voice, that little hint of laughter’s edge on his words has goose bumps racing down her back. “I can’t help but be. You’re already making me do things—and say things—I don’t normally do.”

  “That’s the beauty of it. But you know we can’t talk here. Can we meet?”

  She sucked in her lips and bit down. It kept her from whimpering. Meet. As in stand face-to-face. To see the lips that promised her heaven, the hands that would explore her—”Sure. Sure we should, after all, it’s been good so far.”

  Kyla cupped her hand over the mouthpiece to let out the rest of the pent-up breath she’d been holding. Dear God don’t make me regret this, please don’t let that have been the wrong answer…

  “I usually work ‘til four. You?”

  “I can leave at four.” Yes, she
was saying it. Yes, she was overcoming her nervousness with excitement. She was an adult. She went out with men regularly. This was no different.

  “Where should we—”

  She sat up straighter in her chair, interrupted his question boldly. “I’ll meet you at the front of the building. I’ll be the one with the rose.”

  * * * * *

  Donovan wondered if he should just leave now and come back at four to pick her up. He couldn’t concentrate. Women didn’t do this to him. Pussy wasn’t so powerful that it distracted him from doing his job. So what was it about Kyla Wilhelm that rocked his world?

  Her voice sounded so innocent, at first, anyway. He expected that, understood it. They worked together, this wasn’t some online fantasy where they’d never meet. She was probably a bit embarrassed by what she’d revealed, maybe was afraid he’d peg her as some sleazy slut or something.

  It could have happened. For the first time, he regretted not making friends at work. Not like he could walk up to the next cubicle, stick his head in and ask about her. He did continue his search of her, and found she graduated college a year before him, putting her in just the right age group. No photos, nothing. He wondered if she’d asked about him, and if so, what had she heard? Not enough to keep her from dialing him. Took her long enough, though. He’d sweated for damn near forty minutes wondering if the delivery made it to the right cubicle and if someone else had intercepted his note.

  Of course, none of this worrying shit would make it into the Dr. Sex article. Dr. Sex was confident to the point of aggression and would have had no qualms about handing her the rose and explaining what he was going to do with it—no questions asked.

  Life was made to be exaggerated. Sex included.

  Donovan slipped out the side door. He was already running late, caught up in a last-minute ad change, and decided it’d be faster to avoid the lobby and other potential roadblocks.

  He rounded the front of the building and spotted her sitting on the bench. She was turned away from him, and talking to a guy who leaned in much too close to her. Oh hell, who was he to feel even the least bit possessive? He hadn’t so much as met her yet. But he was.

  “Hey, Kyla, you ready?” Nodding to the man, who retreated to a decent distance, Donovan picked up the rose from beside Kyla and sat beside her. “Sorry I was late.”

  His heart thudded madly in his chest as she shifted to look at him. She was beautiful. Wide, expressive dark eyes dominated her petite features. Her gaze flitted over him quickly, then the corner of her luscious mouth lifted and she nodded.

  That went straight to his cock. But he had to ask. “Did you have this guy in mind for that ménage fantasy of yours?”

  She stiffened, then stammered through a goodbye to the man beside her, snagged the rose from Donovan and stood up. He immediately grabbed her elbow and led her down the sidewalk.

  “I can’t believe you said that.”

  “About the ménage? Why, was that a lie?”

  “What if he would have heard you?”

  He laughed. At least she didn’t deny her fantasy. “He didn’t hear me, he didn’t get a woody.”

  “You looked.”

  “Just checking him out in case we had to get naked together. With you in the middle, of course.”

  Chapter Five

  The more the merrier. I remember my first encounter with more than one partner. A hot as hell chick who was all tits and ass approached me in a fast-food restaurant and we exchanged email addresses and phone numbers. After a few weeks of exchanged innuendos and cybersex, she invited me to a hotel to join her and her lover.

  There were moments of wondering if her lover was bisexual. I’d never had any urge to fool around with a man, but I was too excited to worry about it. I was up for it—if it felt right, I’d just go with it.

  She was dressed in black leather…a contraption that lifted and pointed her tits without covering them and framed her shaved pussy. I had an instant hard-on that didn’t falter at the sight of the naked man standing beside the bed. I rather enjoyed both of them that evening.

  “Okay, so you’ve met me, now what?”

  Donovan would not be deterred. Kyla was nervous. He could just imagine the throbbing of her pulse against her neck, especially right above her collarbone where he was dying to taste her. When he touched her back to guide her through a thick band of traffic on the sidewalk, she tensed. At least she didn’t pull away.

  “Well, sugar, if it were up to me, I’d take you home and you, me and this rose could get better acquainted.”

  She stopped, heedless of the traffic around them. Her sultry, brown eyes widened and her mouth formed a perfect O.

  He was seriously going to have to rearrange his cock or soon he wouldn’t be able to walk. “C’mon,” he said with a laugh. “Can’t believe I could actually shock you. But at least I’m honest.”

  She started walking again, her natural gait causing her hips to sway. Holy hell, those snug fitting black pants that hugged her curves and left very little to his imagination. Shame her white blouse was loose. He could only faintly see the bounce of her breasts. God, what a vision she’d make naked.

  “You scare me the way you’re looking at me.”

  “Fine, then I’ll take you for coffee and we can talk until you’re not so scared. I’ll even try to refrain from looking at you.”

  “Hmm.”

  “No coffee? Want something stronger?” He was not letting her get away.

  “Oh no,” she was quick to answer that one. “I want all my wits about me when I’m dealing with you.”

  There was definitely chemistry between them. She reacted to his touch and his words. He rarely was set off balance around women, and while he knew exactly what he wanted with Kyla, he wasn’t sure how to get it.

  “Well?” he prompted.

  She sighed. “Don’t make me regret this. I’ll go with you to your place. But just ‘cause I wanna talk—get to know you. I have a feeling our conversation isn’t going to be one I want anyone overhearing.”

  “C’mon, shocking people is my specialty.”

  “You’re not ashamed of anything, are you?”

  He knew a challenge when he saw one. He also saw her relax, just a bit. Her smile was genuine and she didn’t turn away when he met and held her gaze. “Nope. I am who I am.”

  She sucked in her bottom lips and bit down on it. Blood rushed to his groin. He wanted to do that to her.

  “So, since we’ve established you’re an honest man and you’re not out to scare me—what do you want with me?”

  “Dumb question.”

  “Is that why you answered my email? You didn’t know anything about me. What did you have in mind then?”

  “Sex. And if you were twice my age or married, then at least an interview for the magazine.”

  “So I’m here for sex and maybe a story?”

  “I’ll change your name in the article.” He reached for her hand and squeezed, then led her toward his apartment. “You intrigued me. I was impulsive, I’ll admit it, but finding you, meeting you—it’s all foreplay.” He traced his fingers up her arm and over her shoulder until they rested on her neck. He rubbed gently. “Then I saw you. I can’t say I’ve even thought about an article since I laid eyes on you.”

  “Gonna do that later, depending on what base you get to?” She tilted her head and looked up at him, her eyes glittering with emotion. One brow arched in silent question.

  He didn’t answer her question. Because he didn’t know. Time to question her. “So, why’d you email me in the first place?”

  They were at the sidewalk that led to his apartment building. It’d be nice to have answers before he took her up there.

  “Impulse. Probably the afterglow of the self-induced orgasm.”

  Ah, hell. Good fucking thing they were so close to his place because his cock was ready to go—right now. He had to take a deep controlling breath before looking at her again. She stared straight ahead, but her chee
ks were flaming and her throat undulated as she swallowed the realization of what she’d blurted out.

  “You have any idea how that teases me?” He needed her. Now.

  Grabbing her hand, he pulled her toward his building. “I live here.”

  Kyla read the unasked question in his dark eyes. Why was she even thinking twice? There’d been no empty promises, no sinister indications. She’d actually been amused by the idea he’d write about their experience.

  Still, she wasn’t a one-night stand kind of girl. But if she were going to have one, why not with a guy who called himself Dr. Sex—and one who looked as delicious as Donovan did?

  Mustering up as much courage and self confidence as she could, she batted her eyelashes and shifted her hips. “So why are we standing outside?”

  His next movement was a blur. She could barely keep her feet under her as he tugged her up the stairs. Her purse hit the landing, cell phone, keys and change rolling all around their feet and she didn’t care. He picked her up by the waist and pinned her to the door with his gloriously hard body.

  Instinctively she wrapped her legs around his middle, reveling in the feel of his cock against her swollen pussy. His mouth plundered hers, skipping all the exploration and romantic kisses and going straight for unchecked desire. Good, she didn’t want that with Donovan. This was animal attraction, pure chemistry at work and neither of them was about hiding behind anything else.

  She fisted his hair and held his mouth to hers, kissing him back with the same intensity he gave. When he plunged his tongue into her mouth, she sucked it in, mimicking what she’d like to do to his cock. He answered by rubbing against her cunt, the pressure against her clit making her moan and wish there were no clothes between them.

  It was all happening so crazy fast, and she didn’t care. She tugged at his shirt, nipped at his jaw and tried to pull him closer—which of course wasn’t possible in the position they were in.

  “I could have you right here,” he muttered as he traced a line down her neck, licking and kissing his way to her exposed collarbone. Good thing he held her up, because if he released her right now, she wasn’t sure her legs would hold her up.