by Lynn LaFleur
Dessert was over, and she was definitely in lust with him.
Keefe collected her coat and held it while she slipped her arms in the sleeves. She started to pull her hair from beneath the collar, but he beat her to it. His fingers brushed her nape as he gathered her hair in both hands and gently pulled it from inside her coat. Goose bumps scattered over her skin.
She turned to face him. “Thank you.”
He nodded. “May I walk you to your car?”
“I’d like that.”
She waited until he’d donned his own jacket before stepping outside. The night was cool and clear, the stars shining brightly over Puget Sound. Marci turned in the direction of the restaurant’s parking lot. Keefe stepped to the outside, placing himself between her and the street. She smiled to herself at the old-fashioned sign of courtesy.
“We aren’t that far from the office,” Keefe said. “If you aren’t in a hurry to get home, we could go by there and I’ll get that book you want me to read.”
“I can give it to you Monday.”
Keefe shrugged. “I don’t have any special plans tomorrow. I could start reading it during the football game commercials.”
It pleased her that he was so eager to get started on the project. “Okay.”
Marci pressed the button on her key fob to unlock the driver’s door. Keefe opened it for her and stood back so she could slide onto the seat. “I parked on the street in the next block.” He motioned with his head. “I’ll meet you at the office.”
Chapter Five
Keefe rounded the corner of Marshall Media and saw Marci standing by the front door. She smiled as he drew closer.
“I almost went in, then remembered you don’t have a key or the alarm code yet. I wouldn’t want you to get arrested for breaking a window before you even start working.”
“I appreciate that.”
She grinned, then unlocked the outer door. Keefe followed her into the entryway, and into the building when she unlocked the inner door. He watched her punch in a five-digit code on the alarm display.
“Will I get keys, code, whatever, from you or Peggy?”
“Peggy. She’ll take care of you first thing Monday morning, before my VP meeting.”
He let her step into the elevator ahead of him. The doors closed, leaving them cocooned together in the small space. Keefe leaned against the wall and watched Marci. She stood straight, her gaze focused above the doors at the small lighted numbers. He saw her fingers clench on her purse. He wondered if that meant she felt the sizzle in the air between them the same as he.
She’d made it clear more than once that she didn’t get involved with her employees. He respected that decision. He’d never believed in pushing a woman to do something she didn’t willingly want to do.
Yet he’d seen the interest in her eyes when she looked at him, heard her quick intake of breath when he’d pulled her hair from her coat.
She might not want to get involved, but that didn’t mean she didn’t feel desire.
He certainly felt desire. His cock had been half hard all evening.
The doors opened. She glanced at him before she stepped out on the sixth floor. Recessed nightlights spaced every few feet let Keefe easily see to follow Marci. She unlocked her office door and flipped the light switch.
“It’s in my bookcase,” she said. “Give me a sec to find it.”
“No problem.”
Keefe took off his jacket and draped it on the back of one of the chairs at Marci’s conference table. The large windows drew his attention. He stepped behind her desk and looked out at the lights of Seattle.
“Great view.”
“It’s very soothing.”
He turned his head and watched her peruse the books on her shelves. She’d removed her coat and laid it and her purse on the edge of her desk. Her blonde hair flowed down her back, almost to her waist. He could easily imagine fisting his hands in that long mane, bending her head back and nibbling on her neck. Then he’d make his way down her body until he swiped his tongue across her creamy pussy…
“Here it is.” Marci pulled a hardback from the shelf and faced him. “I should never organize my stuff. I can never find anything when I put it where it’s supposed to be.”
Her eyes twinkled with laughter as she held the book out to him. Keefe laid his hands over hers. The humor vanished from her eyes. He heard that quick intake of breath again when he touched her.
“You feel it too, don’t you?” he asked. “Something is happening between us.”
“No.” Her hair shifted on her shoulders when she shook her head. “It can’t.”
“I don’t know what happened between you and your former employee, but I’m not him.” Keefe tightened his hands on hers. “I feel something when I touch you.”
“I think we’d better go.”
“I don’t want to go. I don’t think you do either.”
Still looking into her eyes, he took the book from her and laid it on the desk. With one finger, he tilted up her chin. “Do you?”
Her lips parted. That was the answer he needed to his question. Keefe lowered his head until his lips touched hers.
Those soft lips fit against his perfectly. The kiss lasted mere moments, but long enough for him to know he wanted more.
Much more.
Keefe ended the kiss. Marci opened her eyes halfway and licked her lips. Striking blue irises seemed luminescent with desire. Her lips were still parted, her warm breath coasting across his lips each time she exhaled.
He slipped his hand behind her neck and kissed her again. He didn’t deepen the kiss. Not yet. Instead, he slowly slid his lips across hers, first one direction, then the other. He didn’t touch any part of her body, other than her neck and mouth. If Marci wanted this to go further, she would have to show him.
The tip of her tongue brushed his lips. That was the sign Keefe needed. Cradling her face in his hands, he deepened the kiss…tickling the corners of her mouth with the tip of his tongue, nipping her full bottom lip, running his tongue along the seam to seek entrance into her mouth. She gave it with a soft moan. He thrust his tongue into her mouth as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
All the blood in his body rushed to his cock. Keefe let his hands slide down her back to her hips. He tugged her closer until he could feel her breasts pressed to his chest. She clutched handfuls of his hair and sucked his tongue farther into her mouth.
He knew Marci would be hot. He hadn’t suspected she’d be explosive.
She pulled away from him and rested her forehead on his chest. “We have to stop.”
“No, we don’t.” He arched his hips so she could feel how she affected him. “I want you.”
Marci lifted her head and looked into his eyes. “You’re my employee.”
“Not until Monday.”
A frown drew her eyebrows together. “You’re being technical.”
“Okay, maybe I am, but I’m also being honest. I want you. The way you kiss me tells me you want me too.”
Gripping one buttock, he urged her closer until her mound cushioned his shaft. It grew even harder when he heard her moan and watched her eyes drift closed.
He kissed the side of her neck, scraped his teeth over the pounding pulse. “Let me make love to you,” he whispered directly into her ear.
He knew the moment Marci decided to give in to her feelings. Her body turned soft and pliant. Her arms encircled his neck once more when he kissed her again. She didn’t hold anything back, but kissed him as if she couldn’t get enough of his mouth.
He couldn’t get enough of her mouth either. He slanted his across hers, using the tip of his tongue to guide his way. She returned every kiss, each one more passionate than the last.
The need for air was the only reason he stopped kissing her. He moved his mouth to her neck and scraped his teeth across her pulse again. Marci threw back her head, giving him more room to nibble her neck. Keefe kept one hand on her buttock to hold her mound pressed
to his cock while he kissed his way down her throat to the neckline of her dress. He licked the top of each breast.
Marci whimpered.
That sexy sound drove Keefe to kiss her again while lowering the zipper on her dress. He ran his hands up and down her back, enjoying the smoothness of her skin. Venturing lower, he felt the garter belt at her hips. He groaned. Keefe loved it when a woman wore a garter belt.
He continued his exploration and discovered the thong between her buttocks. There was nothing sexier on a woman than a garter belt, thong and stockings.
It took all his willpower not to push her back on the desk and take her. He had no doubt their first time together would be hotter than an August afternoon, but he didn’t want it to be over in two minutes. That’s exactly what would happen if he lifted her up on the desk, spread her legs and fucked her the way his cock wanted him to.
“Come here,” he said.
His gaze locked with hers, he walked backward to the loveseat. He sat in the middle and tugged her down to straddle his lap. Her dress hiked up to her hips, exposing the lacy top of her stockings and the dark blue garters.
Beautiful and sexy, like the woman who wore them.
She shifted on his lap, rubbing her pussy across his shaft. Keefe hissed. He could feel the heat and dampness right through her thong. “Damn, that feels good.”
“Yes, it does.” She tunneled the fingers of one hand into his hair and tilted his head back to rest on the loveseat. With her other hand, she reached between their bodies and began to unbutton his shirt. “I want to touch you.”
That worked for Keefe. He wanted to feel Marci’s hands all over him.
Marci finished the last button and parted his shirt. A light mat of black hair covered his chest and tapered down his stomach to swirl around his navel. He didn’t have a well defined six-pack, but his stomach definitely looked flat and toned.
Perfect.
“Very nice.” She ran her hand down the center of his chest and stomach. “Just enough hair to play with.”
His breathing became deeper, uneven. Marci continued her journey south until she reached his belt. She soon had it unfastened and shifted to the button on his pants. Keefe drew in his stomach when she released it. The zipper sounded loud in the quiet room. Before she had the chance to slip her hand inside his briefs, he pulled her back to him for another kiss.
The man definitely knew how to kiss. He didn’t jam his tongue into her mouth, but eased it inside to tangle with hers. He stroked her lips, teased the corners. He didn’t simply kiss her. He made love to her mouth.
Cool air brushed her shoulders as he lowered her dress. He kissed the valley between her breasts. Marci reached up to clasp his head, but her arms were held in place by the sleeves of her dress.
Keefe grinned up at her. “Gotcha.”
Marci laughed. His cock was as hard as a lead pipe beneath her, and he could still tease. She liked that. “What do you plan to do with me?”
“I can think of all kinds of things.” He tugged down the cups of her demi-bra until her nipples sprang free. “Mmm, yes. Like this.”
One hard tip disappeared into the warmth of his mouth. Marci closed her eyes and sighed. She loved to have her nipples sucked and licked. Keefe did both, suckling the tip, then licking it and the surrounding areola. Her pussy throbbed with each tug of his lips.
“And like this.” He cradled her other breast in his hand, his thumb rubbing back and forth over her nipple. She felt each pass of his thumb deep inside her pussy.
“Or maybe this.” Releasing her breast, he slid his hand down her stomach and inside her thong. He groaned. “My God, you’re wet.”
Marci buried her face against his neck. She spread her legs wider, giving him room to touch her. His thumb circled her clit while he pushed a finger inside her channel.
“And tight.” Another finger joined the first. “Am I hurting you?”
“No, no. Not at all. It feels good.”
“What do you need me to do? I want you to come.”
He pressed upward and hit her G-spot. Pleasure rushed through her body. “There. Right there.”
“Like this?”
He moved his fingers inside her, caressing the sensitive spot. At the same time, his thumb rubbed her clit. Keefe not only knew how to kiss a woman, he knew how to touch her.
She couldn’t think well enough to speak, so nodded her head. The pleasure climbed higher with each stroke of his fingers. She gripped his shoulders and moved her hips up and down, riding his hand.
“That’s the way,” he whispered, low and husky. “Take what you need.”
Her clit pulsed with each beat of her heart. She panted to try to get more oxygen into her lungs. Perspiration formed in the small of her back and trickled down between her buttocks. She moved faster, took his hand deeper. The climax was there, so close…
Her orgasm peaked, sending wave after wave of pleasure flowing through her body. Marci wrapped her arms tightly around Keefe’s neck and continued to ride his hand while her breathing slowed and her heart returned to a normal rhythm.
He kissed her neck, her jaw. “My wallet is in my jacket.”
His comment reminded her that although he’d given her an earth-shattering climax, he hadn’t had one. She slowly rose to her knees and inched backward until his fingers slipped from her body. Rising on shaky legs, she walked to the conference table to retrieve his jacket.
When she turned to walk toward him again, she saw him licking her juices from his fingers. Her pussy clenched in response.
He flashed her a naughty grin. “Better than strawberry cheesecake.”
She handed him his jacket, shimmied out of her dress and tossed it on a chair. He located the condom in his wallet while she unhooked her garters and removed her thong. She straightened right when he pulled his cock from inside his briefs.
She gasped softly. He was magnificent. Long and thick with a slight upward curve. She watched him roll the condom over his hard flesh. He gripped it in one hand and held out his other hand to her.
“Ride me.”
Marci’s lips met his as she impaled herself on his shaft. She remained still for a moment, simply enjoying the feel of Keefe inside her. She’d missed this closeness, this sensation of being one with a man. She and Ben had made love almost every day when they were together, but their relationship ended months ago.
She raised her hips until only the head of his cock remained within her body, then sank back down and took him again. Keefe hissed.
“Shit!” He gripped her hips and surged upward, driving his cock into her channel. “So tight and wet. Fuck, you have a sweet pussy.”
He continued to hold her hips, but didn’t hinder her movements. Marci rode him, taking him deep, then shallow, then deep again. Each thrust brushed the sensitive spot inside her.
“Do you need more?” He released one hip and laid his hand low on her belly. “Do you need me to rub your clit too?”
He didn’t wait for her answer, but began to circle her clit with his thumb. Marci stopped moving and pushed her hips forward, wanting more of the direct stimulation.
“Yeah, you like this, don’t you? Your pussy is getting wetter.”
She squeezed her eyes shut and threw back her head. “I’m going to come. Keefe! God!”
Her body trembled, the walls of her channel pulsed around his rod. Keefe forced himself to stay still until she drew every bit of pleasure from her release. Only when she opened her eyes and looked at him did he begin to pump again. He clutched her buttocks as he picked up speed. Soon he was hammering into her. She met every thrust, slamming down on his shaft when he pushed up.
Sweat popped out on his forehead and upper lip. He wondered if his heart would gallop right out of his chest. The scent of her pussy flowed to his nostrils with each thrust. He wanted to bury his face in those wet folds, eat her until she came again and again.
Imagining her reaction to having his tongue inside her pushed him over the top
. Pleasure whooshed up and down his spine and into his tight balls. He arched upward, trying to push them into Marci along with his cock when his climax hit. Tugging her close, he wrapped his arms around her while his body slowly returned to normal.
“That was incredible,” she whispered.
“And then some.” Keefe kissed her, softly caressing her body as he did. He traveled over her back, her hips, those perfect breasts that he hadn’t touched nearly enough yet. “It could be just as incredible again. Come home with me.”
Regret flashed through her eyes. He placed one finger over her lips before she could say no. “I’m not through with you and I don’t have any more condoms with me. Unless you have some in your desk drawer.”
He moved his finger when he saw humor return to her eyes. She chuckled. “No, that’s one thing I don’t have in my desk.”
“Then we have to go to my place. I have plenty.”
“Planning on entertaining a lot?”
He could keep on joking with her, or he could tell her the truth. “I haven’t been with a woman since Jeania and I broke up four months ago. I’ve thought about it, trust me, especially first thing in the morning when a certain…body part is wide awake. But no woman has interested me…until you.”
He could tell by the tightening of her body that she was going to refuse. He hurried on before she could. “Marci, I’m not looking for anything permanent. You’re an incredible woman and I like being with you. Let’s take the rest of the weekend and enjoy each other. No strings, no promises. Nothing but making each other feel really good.”
She still looked uncertain. Keefe decided to sweeten the pot a bit. “I’ll serve you breakfast in bed tomorrow morning.”
“Can you cook?”
“I am a phenomenal cook.” He cradled her face. “Come home with me. I want to make love to you again.”
She leaned forward and kissed him. “Okay.”
Chapter Six
Marci followed Keefe into an upscale residential area only a few miles from Marshall Media. The garage door opened as he pulled into the driveway. The interior light came on, showing room for one vehicle. The other side of the two-car garage contained stacks of boxes.
