by Aliyah Burke
“I want you, Grace. I promise I didn’t bring you here for this…” he muttered against her lips.
“I started this. I want you right here, right now,” she said, and gasped while he roamed kisses down her neck and sucked the sensitive skin at her collarbone.
“God yes,” he groaned.
Oliver moved his hand to the front of her shorts, unsnapped the clasp, and slipped his hand between the cotton of her panties. He found her sensitive bud between the soft folds of flesh that was protected by the soft fabric her panties. He rubbed her clit gently.
He loved her response as Grace trembled against him and spread her legs wider to give him access to her sex. Taking it slow and romantic seemed to be forgotten by both of them. Their kisses became hot and wild. He took each of her gasps or whimpers into his mouth and it only fueled his need. She was so damn wet. He stopped long enough to push her pants down her legs, and when he touched her again, she undulated against his hand. His cock was straining against the fabric of his pants, and when she stroked him, he almost ripped her panties trying to get them off. Grace unbuckled his belt quickly to gain access to touch him.
“I want to feel you, wrap my fingers around your cock and touch you,” she said, breathless.
“Yes, baby, do it.” His voice was harsh with desire.
He fisted his hand in her hair and tugged so that her head was tilted upwards so he could devour her mouth. His hips jerked when she took his erect shaft in her hand and stroked. Oliver slipped his tongue past her teeth and penetrated her mouth, a promise of the pleasure to come. He pulled away suddenly to whip his t-shirt over his head and she, in turn, removed her blouse and bra. Her breasts spilled free and he pulled her closer until her breasts were pressed up against him. Grace made him want, the need was so palpable his cock ached.
Their lips were inches apart when he looked down at her and spoke. “I want to fuck you right now.”
“I want that so much. Do you have something…” She licked her lips. “Protection?”
Oliver wracked his brain. Did he? Holy shit, if he had to run out to buy condoms he may not be able to walk. Suddenly, he remembered and he kissed her hard. “Don’t move, I think I have them in the bathroom.”
“Should I wait on the bed?”
He turned to her. “Oh no, honey, we started there we are going to finish there.”
He was gone for seconds. Oliver didn’t care about the things he dragged out from under the bathroom sink to find the box of condoms. He’d clean that shit up later. Grace opened up his wicked side, one that was enticing as hell as he strode back to where she stood naked and waiting. He dropped the box on the bed and Grace trembled in anticipation when he wrapped her in his arms and kissed her. Their desire didn’t cool in the least. Oliver teased between the slit of her sex with deft fingers and he watched as her eyes widened, then went to a heavy sensual look as he caressed her.
“I love how you respond to me. You melt and I can’t wait to taste you,” he whispered against her ear.
“Oh please, Oliver,” she gasped.
His lips descended on hers and he lost every train of thought as he plundered her mouth except for the taste and feel of her. He cupped her breasts and fondled her nipples until they were puckered tight and he filled his hands with her breasts. He took one of the nipples deep into his mouth. He looked up to see her bite her lip and tried to smother her cry of pleasure.
“I want to hear you moan for me, whimper like a naughty little minx when I touch you, don’t hide it from me,” he said roughly. “You fucking make me want to lick every inch of your soft skin and then sink myself in you.”
“Do it, I want to feel everything,” Grace begged.
Oliver went back to her breasts and laved one nipple with his tongue and then the other. He could hear the carnal sounds he made, primal and filled with animalistic need. She twined one of her legs around the back of his calf and pressed against him, crying out as he made love to her. Her hands roamed over his back and muscular shoulders and wherever she touched left heat in its wake.
“You make me so hot. I’ve never felt like this before.” She bit his shoulder.
Oliver growled in the back of his throat. “I’m not done. Oh, baby, I am nowhere near done with you.”
He kissed his way down her bare stomach until he was at the apex of her thighs. He touched her first, watching as her sex coated his fingers with her essence. Grace arched and rocked against his hand. The cry that left her lips seemed to travel through him and made him shudder.
“Oliver, please, you’re making me…crazy.” Grace writhed under his ministrations.
He wasn’t ready to consummate and join their bodies just yet. Oliver pushed her legs apart and pressed a kiss on her pussy before he probed between the velvet lips with his tongue. Her knees went weak and he felt her slipping downward.
“No, you stand. You feel everything I’m doing to you, am I understood, kitten?” He growled the order and raised his head to make sure she understood. He said her name softly. “Grace?”
“Yes, I understand, don’t stop.” Her voice trembled with desire.
He could feel her wetness coat his fingers even more at his words. She’d never experienced a man who demanded or was dominant with her sexually before. She liked at and he loved watching her bite her lip in anticipation.
“Oh, kitten, you taste amazing. I think I could be addicted to you,” Oliver drawled.
She just held on to his shoulders for dear life as if he was the only anchor holding her up as he pressed his mouth against her sex again. He spread the lips of her pussy and sucked the bud of her clit between his lips and she almost screamed. Oliver dipped his tongue further and began a gentle lapping that made her moan and move against his seeking mouth. He slipped his finger inside her while he licked at her clit and she arched and cried out his name. That was what he wanted to hear, his name on her lips, and he upped his ministrations, determined to make her come. Her body was taut, and with each panting breath that escaped her lips was a whimpering sound that made him ache.
“Oh, I’m going to come,” she said breathlessly.
That was what he wanted and sank another digit into her aching sex. The constant pressure of his fingers sliding in and out of her pussy combined with his tongue on her clit sent Grace over the end of her release with a scream. Her essence flowed and Oliver grunted his approval. Grace pressed her hand against his bare chest and got to her knees, taking his cock in her hand. She licked the tip and Oliver threw his head back with a groan as she proceeded to fill her mouth with his engorged length as she stroked him.
“Oh fucking hell,” he said through gritted teeth.
Her mouth was hot and delicious around his shaft. She licked and used her mouth until he couldn’t help the agonized groans that escaped him. Oliver took as much as he could, the sensations almost causing his release, until he pulled her up roughly by her shoulders and kissed her hungrily.
“I’m going to fuck you,” he said simply, and turned to the bed to grab the box he threw there.
He sheathed his cock in the protective barrier and he turned her so her breasts were pressed against the wall. Oliver pulled her hips back against him and spread her legs with his own. He positioned his shaft at the wet entrance of her sex, stroking it up and down against her pussy until she was trembling. He hesitated for only a second before he slid into her to the hilt and his groan mingled with the cry that escaped her.
“Oh, Grace.” He said her name as if it was the beginning of a prayer.
He pulled back and thrust again, impaling her on his cock and feeling her pussy enclose and clench around him. Fuck, she was like hot silk taking him in with each thrust. He drove into her, grabbing the soft skin of her hips, taking them both higher to the peak of pure ecstasy. As he took her, primal need infused his entire being until it pumped through his veins with each beat of his heart. It felt like every nerve ending in his body was alive and pulsing consumed with the act of taking her hard.<
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“Oliver, I can’t hold back,” she gasped.
“Ah, shit yes.” He threw his head back and gave himself over to his release.
Oliver pumped into her body, deeper with every thrust, pushing them towards a blinding orgasm. He made claim to her body and connected with her like he’d never with any other person. He covered her hand on the wall and laced fingers with her. In a way, that action was more intimate to him that the sexual connection. She whispered his name and he felt the clenching movements of her pussy as she came. He felt his balls tighten to the point of almost pain as his release sent his hot seed from their depth. Oliver said her name and pressed hot kisses on her shoulders, damp with a sheen of sweat. Even his own legs trembled as he lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bed. He pulled her close and covered them both with the folded blanket he kept at the bottom of the bed.
He certainly didn’t know why his heart ached as Grace snuggled close, or the fact that when she said his name sleepily, he played it on repeat in his head. He was already planning on loving her again until they were both too weak to move. It was much later when he took her back to the hotel. She didn’t want to stay the night because she had to be back at the hangar early on Sunday morning.
“Wanna see me tomorrow?” he asked after a soulful kiss.
“I want to see you every day,” she said gently.
“Good, because I’ll be back tomorrow to get you after you are finished with work,” he promised. Oliver noticed the guy who led her relief effort standing outside trying to pretend he wasn’t looking at them and failing miserably. “Why is your boss looking at us like that?”
“Eddie?” She turned her head and waved. “I have no clue.”
He waved quickly and walked inside through the lobby.
“Is he interested in you or something?” Oliver asked.
Grace laughed. “God, no, Eddie is all about business and he’s never given me that impression, nor is he my type.”
“Okay, good, I don’t want anyone sniffling around my woman,” Oliver said gruffly. His hackles had risen at the way Eddie was watching them. You could always tell when a man was interested in a woman.
“Am I your woman?” she asked.
“Wanna come back to my place and I show you again?” he growled before nipping at her neck.
She moaned and he felt his cock respond to the noise. “Don’t tempt me, Oliver. Okay, I really have to go before I am the walking dead trying to work tomorrow.”
“Okay, honey, see you tomorrow.” He kissed her once more. “Sleep well, Grace.”
“G’night, Oliver,” She smiled and got out of the truck.
She gave him one more wave before going through the lobby and he watched her until she was out of sight. She was there for a month and he planned to spend every second he could with her. He was a big believer in tomorrow working itself out. It won’t be tomorrow for a month, he thought with a grin. Oliver drove away, already looking forward to being with Grace the next day.
Fall From Grace by Dahlia Rose, coming in November www.dahliaroseuncripted.com
FOR YOU I WILL
Hadley Raydeen
Callie Johnson has worked as the Office Manager at Harmon and Associates, a top law firm in the city for a number of years. She runs the office smoothly and without being second guessed. The Managing Partner, Paul Harmon, trusted her to take care of the office, while he tended to the law.
When Paul takes a leave of absence, due to health reasons, and leaves his duties to his protégé, Daniel Morrow, he and Callie immediately bump heads.
The two should be considered equals, but Daniel seems to like to throw his weight around.
When the firm gets bad news, Daniel and Callie must work together to keep the firm going or it will be ripped out from them both. Can they find a way to work together in harmony or will they see themselves both in the unemployment line?
This is an excerpt of my book, For You I Will, set to release in November, 2017. I hope you enjoy ~Hadley Raydeen
Chapter One
Her eyes widened and back stiffened when the heat of his looming body pressed into her. “I need to talk to you, Callie, now.” The hiss at her ear was low and threatening and dare not be challenged.
She rolled her eyes shut and her heart quickened. Shit! Not here, not now. Here we freaking go.
She had successfully avoided him for the better part of the week. He’d sent her numerous e-mails, sticky notes were left on her desk, pings through their messaging system in the office and she’d deleted and ignored every one of them.
Daniel Morrow, the firm’s managing attorney would not be ignored for long though. She knew this eventually would happen, but she’d pushed it off long enough. Time to face the music.
This talk would more than likely end with them arguing, arguing would end in emotional, and heaven help her, sexual frustration. She did not need to be alone with him, but he was her partner in the office. He managed the attorneys and she managed the day-to-day of the office. They did have business to discuss, she was sure of it; they had many cases going on. She knew she was being petty refusing to talk to him and knew it pissed him off. She got a little satisfaction in that.
“Not here, Daniel.” She cleared her throat, thinking about the support staff standing around watching for her reaction to his demands. They didn’t need to hear this conversation.
“Excuse me?” he growled at her.
She turned on her heels and faced him now. Something flashed in his eyes. She could see the anger there, but she didn’t care. She’d hold her ground. Leveling her gaze at the overly handsome man, she repeated the words he didn’t want to hear. “I said, not here.”
She looked around the buzzing law office at lawyers coming and going from trial, paralegals on the phones, and legal secretaries typing deposition notices and scheduling meetings.
Butting heads seemed to be their daily routine. He refused to accept the fact she was his equal as Office Manager. She was tired of him treating her like his underling.
Her gaze raked over his perfect chiseled body, clothed in a tailored blue suit and a dark blue designer tie—all shades of gorgeous. She blinked away the naughty images floating in her head. She didn’t care how delicious he looked. She had to put a stop to this. The way he treated her and spoke to her in front of the firm’s staff was unacceptable. She’d been lax in letting him get away with speaking to her like this before. She didn’t know if it was because she found herself salivating every time he came into the room, but she’d be damned if she would stand around like a dewy-eyed schoolgirl backing down to some man just because he filled out a suit in all the right places.
He had another think coming if he thought he would get away with it this time. She calmed her nerves, scolding herself for being affected by this sexy, dominant man, and her ever-growing weakness for his daunting smirk.
But she’d stand her ground this time. “If you would like to talk to me, fine. Just not here,” she spoke through gritted teeth. She turned her back to him and picked up the stack of files the secretary handed her. “Thank you, Katy.” She turned on her heels again, walking right past his ever-looming shadow. “Let’s talk in one of our offices,” she said without looking at him.
He took a step back letting her walk by him. Her skin grew warm under his gaze. She stopped and turned to look at him over her shoulder. He wasn’t following her; instead he stood his ground, watching her walk away.
Lifting her head in defiance, she turned and continued marching away from him, passing a group of attorneys. “Callie, he’s following you. Watch out,” one of them whispered.
She turned slightly and caught Daniel shooting a warning glance at the three attorneys. “Don’t you have a case or something you could be working on, Michael?” Daniel’s voice was low and rumbling. “I know there is more than one Workers’ Compensation case close to settlement, right?”
Callie glanced at the group of men. The young attorney shook his head ‘yes’ t
o Daniel and slinked away with the other attorneys before Daniel saw fit to call them out on something else.
Daniel turned his attention back to her. She noted his dark gaze seemed to roam her body as he spoke. “Your office or mine, Miss Johnson?”
She shifted the files in her arms and averted her eyes from him, where it was safe. The way he looked at her caused her traitorous body to react and she needed to readjust her thinking back to the screw you, asshole state of mind before she was behind closed doors with him.
“Do you need to put that paperwork down, Callie?” he asked, looking at the files snuggled against her breasts. His gaze lingered a little longer than needed.
She shook her head. “No, I grabbed these because I have to close these files for Frank.”
He turned his head to the side to read the file labels hugged to her sexually aroused body. His eyes examining something so close to her caused her nipples to harden. She was thankful for the files covering her front or he’d surely see the protruding points through the material of her business suit. “I didn’t know he had reached settlement on this file.” His deep voice caused a tingling in her bellymaking her bite back a moan.
