by Tina Donahue
Her eyes glittered. “A long time later, when we were both sore, you rested. Your sex was still damp from my arousal and your cum as you watched the other men entering me. It made you want me again, but you had to wait your turn. Hours passed before the time came. The other men couldn’t get enough of me. They—”
He strode to his office door, eager to put his fist through it, needing to tear the damn thing off its hinges, wanting his brutal kiss to shut her the fuck up.
She called out, “That’s it, run away!”
He squeezed the knob.
“Dammit, Adam, I want you.”
Five-and-a-half weeks from now she’d hate him. No explanation would ever be enough. No apology would suffice. He couldn’t let that happen. He wouldn’t. Nor could he leave her tonight. He locked the door, closed the blinds, and joined her.
The corset fell from her hand.
He looked down at her. “I told you once before, I don’t share what’s mine.”
“You don’t have to.” Tears welled in her eyes. “I want you.”
Chapter 7
Adam’s breathing hitched. “Wanting you doesn’t come close to how I fucking feel.” He punched out his words. “My goddamned need to be inside you.”
He ripped her sweater open.
Pearl buttons flew everywhere, one pinging against the table.
Danni’s mouth sagged open. Damn, this was great.
Stopping now wasn’t an option. Even if he tried, she wouldn’t let him.
Greedy and rough, he yanked apart the front clasp on her bra and pushed the fragile cups aside, exposing her breasts.
“This is mine.” He cupped the soft globes, her rigid nipples scraping his palms, and pawed her. “You’re mine.”
He wouldn’t let her get away from him now, thank God. Her lids slid down.
He captured her mouth in a merciless kiss.
She surrendered fully.
Cruel denial for weeks on end made her wild. Him too. When she slipped her arms around his neck, he grabbed her wrists then held her hands behind her back, his ruthless grip confining her, his free hand squeezing her breasts and tugging her nipples. His tongue and mouth allowed no protest as he filled her as much as he could.
The noise from their deep, wet kiss broke through every civilized barrier, propriety gone. Only coarse sex would satisfy.
She drew in his tongue as completely as possible, wanting his cock next.
In charge, he made her wait, satisfying himself first. The moment he ended the kiss and released her wrists, she touched his fly. “I want to taste you.”
“Not now. Later.” He backed her against the table.
Using his forearm, he swept away pens and notebooks. They skittered across the polished wood, the sounds mingling with her labored breathing.
Once he’d prepared their makeshift bed, she sat on the table and lay back. Lifting her arms was a chore, they were far too heavy, but she managed then gripped her wrists. She pulled up her trembling legs, her boots resting on the wood.
Cool air drifted up her skirt.
Adam placed his warm hands on her, shoved the fabric over her knees and above her thighs, not stopping until he reached her waist. He gripped her bunched-up skirt and bowed his head to her naked sex.
Before the meeting, she’d removed her pantyhose, hoping for this, praying for it.
He looked at her. Stray locks dangled over his forehead, his features tormented and fierce, telling her he couldn’t bear any more delays.
She spoke from the heart. “I want you.”
Several emotions passed over his face. Lust and joy. Then fear.
Why?
Before she asked about his worry, his bristly cheeks chafed her inner thighs. He eased his fingers into her pussy and anus. His tongue circled her clit.
Too much expectation tore through her. She stiffened then weakened only to tense once more, wanting him to hit her sweet spot.
He drew closer to her nub.
She held her breath.
Laughter drifted through the vents in the upstairs office. Hurried footfalls crisscrossed the room. At this hour, the sounds had to be from the cleaning crew. In a few minutes, they’d be here, see the lights in this office, and possibly try to open the door. Even if they didn’t, they’d listen and might guess what went on inside.
Adam drove his fingers more deeply into her and rubbed her clit.
Unendurable pressure swelled, forcing her to press her mouth to her shoulder to muffle her gasps.
He stopped licking and probing.
She sensed he wanted her to need this so badly, she wouldn’t care who knew what they did.
Relenting, she panted, giving the crew upstairs a show. Perhaps they exchanged glances and sly smiles. The thought shamed and excited. Blood pounded in her temples and throat, her desire building, demanding more.
He pushed her legs farther apart and gently worked her clit between his teeth while flicking his tongue.
Her gasp dissolved beneath a panting moan. The climax seized her remaining stamina, leaving her at his mercy.
His breath skimmed her right thigh below her mound. He sucked hard.
She squealed.
Once he’d given her a hickey, he straightened.
Happier than she’d been in years, she stretched, abandoning concern and anything else that didn’t include these moments with him. Her moist, plump sex waited for his cock.
His belt buckle hit the table. His shirt rustled softly.
Hurry. Please don’t make me wait any longer.
“Fuck.” He growled. “Shit.”
Her eyes snapped open. Never had she heard him so pissed and miserable. She pushed to her elbows. “What?” She glanced at the door and kept her voice low. “Is someone trying to get in?”
“I wish.”
“What?”
He drove his fingers through his hair, mussing it further. “I don’t have a damned condom.”
Her breath spilled out on a relieved sigh. “You don’t need one. I’m protected.”
Weeks ago, when she learned he’d take over this place, she yielded to hope and got an IUD.
He stared.
She wasn’t certain if he didn’t like what she’d said or if he’d even heard. His chest pumped hard, his shirttails hung from his pants, his tie listed to one side. She finally knew what Sunny meant when she’d said he looked super frustrated.
Hopefully, he believed her about being safe, unless he had an old girlfriend who’d tried to trap him with a kid. “Do you have a child?”
He blinked then frowned. “What? No. Why?”
“You looked like you didn’t believe I’m protected. I wouldn’t lie.”
Color crept up his neck and across his forehead.
“It’s okay. We’re safe.” She leaned on one elbow and stroked her slippery cunt, making small circles around her clit.
He watched, following her hand back to her mouth.
Slowly, she licked her fingers. They were slightly salty. She relished her female scent. “See?” She ran her tongue over her lips. “Nontoxic.”
He tore at his fly, then lowered his pants and boxer briefs to free his rigid cock. It blushed darker than his cheeks, the shaft rooted beneath wiry black curls. His tight, lightly furred balls snuggled against his groin.
He looked at her. “Come here.”
Urgency hardened his voice.
No man had ever wanted her as he did now. Drunk with joy, she couldn’t help being mischievous and tilted her head. “Make me.”
His surprise turned to quick resolve. “You don’t think I will?” Before she could answer or tease, he slipped his hands beneath her ass and dragged her to the table edge.
She fell back.
He propped her calves on his shoulders, his cock touching her slit. His virility warmed.
His gaze warned. “Are you going to be good?”
Liking this game, she pretended arrogance. “No.”
“We’ll see about that.” He
drove his cock inside her pussy, fast and deep, no preliminaries or apologies. He took what he wanted. What belonged to him.
His size glutted her, stretching her to the brink. She gripped his arms, needing him as an anchor against oppressive need.
He stroked her clit.
Delight shot from her mound to her throat, making her shiver.
The table creaked from his rugged thrusts.
Loud laughter echoed in the outer offices. A vacuum whirred faintly. The cleaning crew had arrived.
Adam didn’t slow or stop.
Struggling to keep quiet, she clenched her teeth. Everywhere he touched her felt as if it might explode, she was that sensitive. Perspiration coated her neck and chest. Her legs quivered. Her pussy screamed for relief.
Unable to hold off, she clamped her hand over her mouth.
Her climax roared through her, making her pant.
He came too, his neck and jaw strained from muzzling a growl, grunt, or shout. Slumped, he eased her legs down and pressed his face between her breasts.
His hot gasps tickled. She smiled.
The whirring vacuum grew louder, inching closer. It struck the door.
She flinched and looked over.
The knob jiggled.
Crap. She pressed her mouth to his ear. “They’re trying to get inside.”
He rolled his face to the left and spoke on a sigh. “Does that excite you?”
It did, plus scaring her shitless. “Do they have a key?”
“Do you want them to?”
She smacked his biceps.
“You’re definitely going to pay for that.” He tickled her.
Holy fuck. She slapped both hands over her mouth, quieting her squeals. Writhing and kicking, she tried to make him stop.
He didn’t.
By the time the drone from the vacuum faded, she lay winded and sweaty, him still inside.
He suckled one nipple while fondling the other.
Contentment slowed her breathing. She savored his hot, wet tongue, its gentle rasp on her skin, and his callused palms. Years ago at a convention, he confessed how much he liked sailing.
She hoped they’d go out on his boat. Not an impossible dream. Earlier, he’d said she was his.
Despite his declaration, her pleasure receded. No telling how much he said was heartfelt or mere lust. They’d been back in each other’s arms for less than an hour, and already she wondered, what now?
In the outer office, two females discussed something in a language Danni couldn’t place. While they talked, noises cut in. She guessed they were dropping wastebaskets on the carpet and pushing chairs against desks. Little by little, their conversation and the other noise drifted to silence.
When it persisted, Adam bit her nipple gently and lifted his head. “I think they’re gone.”
She nodded, not knowing what to say and hesitant to ask what would happen between them now.
He fingered the dainty cups on her bra. “You’re coming to my place tonight. Don’t even think of going anywhere else.”
Renewed confidence chased away her uncertainty. “What if I do?”
“I think you know what will happen.” He circled her areola then thumbed her nipple.
His hands were so large they easily covered her breasts and her ass… especially if, or when, he turned her over his knee. She figured he’d hold her wrists in one hand so she couldn’t protect herself. His other hand would come down hard on her cheeks, because she’d been willful.
Her heart hammered, making her dizzy from expectation and too much yearning. Still, she hedged. “You’d tickle me again.”
He arched one eyebrow. “Would that make you obey?”
“No.”
“Then what would I do?”
She spoke quietly. “You’d punish me.”
“Do you want that?”
Only with you. Unlike other men, she knew he wouldn’t think less of her no matter where her fantasies led. She nodded.
“You’re sure?”
“I trust you. I know you won’t hurt me.”
His face clouded. “Hurt you?” His gaze grew troubled. “I’d never do that.”
“I know.” She cradled his stubbled cheek, loving the bite from his coming beard. “It’s a game we’ll play. I’ll even bring the corsets.”
“You won’t need them. Not for what I have planned.”
Hurriedly, Adam straightened his clothes. If he paused for even a second, good sense would pin him to the spot because he was an idiot for sleeping with Danni again and deciding to keep doing so.
She trusted he wouldn’t hurt her.
No fucking way. He’d see Roger dead first. Somehow he had to find more waste in the operation in order to free additional capital. He figured he could start by hiring a new and cheaper cleaning service given the scant time tonight’s crew spent tidying the place.
“Here.” He gave Danni his handkerchief to wipe away his cum glistening on her tawny curls. He hadn’t a clue how to fix her sweater. “Sorry about your buttons.”
She blotted her pussy. “No biggie. I’ll ask the dry cleaner I use to sew them back on.”
“We’ll have to find them first.” He glanced around the paper-and-pen-strewn floor.
“Should we leave your office like this?”
Definitely not. It looked as if he and Roger had wrestled in here. “The door’s going to be locked. On Monday, I’ll come in early and put things away.”
“Want me to help?”
“We’d just mess it up again.”
“True.” She slipped out of her sweater then pulled it on backward to cover her chest and hopped off the table. “I’ll grab my coat and purse. Let’s meet at the elevator. I’ll follow you to your place.”
“You’re coming in my car.”
She smiled. “Okay. I’ll leave mine here. You can drive me back tomorrow morning.”
“I’ll drive you back Sunday night.”
Her eyes went blurry. “Think you can last that long in bed?”
He loved her sass. “You’re really asking for it.”
She ran to get her things, her laughter pealing across the office.
Adam picked up the button she’d unknowingly kicked on her way out, dropped it into his pocket, and looked back at their mess, both literal and figurative. Worry crawled up his belly and clutched his chest, because he couldn’t stop time.
He had five-and-a-half weeks. Shit. He pulled on his jacket and topcoat, hit the lights then locked the door.
Already at the elevator, she grinned. Other than her ruined sweater, she didn’t seem to have a care in the world.
Needing to keep things that way, he cradled her neck, pulled her into him, and kissed her hard.
On the ride down, he couldn’t let her go long enough to take a full breath. Once outside the elevator, he stopped at the bottom of the garage stairwell, folded her into his arms and rested his chin on her head.
She stiffened slightly.
He figured she hadn’t expected such tenderness, even though she trusted him not to hurt her.
At least until she learned the bad news about her job.
What in the fuck am I doing?
No matter how horny he’d been in the past, he’d never been a rutting fool, allowing his urges to determine his actions. He should tell her the score, beg for her forgiveness, and offer to find her another job. At minimum, he should pull away.
She touched his cheek, her hand ungodly soft.
Like an addict wanting one more pill or drink before quitting, he kissed her neck.
She moaned shamelessly.
Utterly lost, he worried about what was happening to him. He’d never been close to love, yet this was beginning to feel an awful lot like what others claimed it to be. He used his size to push her against the concrete wall then glanced at the metal stairs they’d just descended. No sounds came from above. For the moment, they were alone.
She pressed against him. “What’s wrong?”
Nothing. Everything. He couldn’t stop wanting her. “Lift your skirt.” He opened his fly and pulled out his insatiable cock.
Needing no further direction, she tucked her skirt into her waistband then slipped her arms around his neck. He gripped her plush ass and pulled her up, bracing her against the wall.
She wrapped her legs around his hips.
He thrust inside her slick heat, instantly adrift in her taut, velvety cunt.
Her head rested on his shoulder, her mouth on his neck, quieting her delighted cry.
He pounded into her harder than he had in his office, driven to relieve his escalating tension, to go deeper still, to become one with her skin and blood.
Given the angle, his cock rubbed her clit and she came almost immediately.
So did he.
Their shuddering breaths turned to goofy sniggers.
His knees wobbled. He pulled out of her, his cock deflating even more in the cold air, missing her pussy’s warm embrace. “Better get down.”
Laughing, she unwound her legs and plopped on her feet. “Wow.”
As he readjusted his dick and clothing, he nuzzled her neck. “You ain’t felt nothing yet.”
“Yeah? What do you have in mind?”
“You’ll see.”
A few minutes later, Adam pulled up to an all-night supermarket.
Danni hadn’t expected this stop. “Why are we here?”
He put his car into park. “I need to get a few things.”
Even if it was food for their weekend, say Pop-Tarts and frozen pizzas, she would have opted to leave rather than sitting here panty-less and wearing a buttonless sweater. Once they got hungry, they could always order takeout. Unless their meals weren’t the reason he brought them here. “You’re not planning on getting condoms in there and having us use them in your car, are you?” Maybe he didn’t want to mess it up with his cum.
