by Paige North
Thankfully, Mr. Dieter doesn’t seem to notice. “Oh, yes, let me check my calendar. Hold on a minute, please.”
“Look at me,” Dane orders in a rough voice. “Don’t close your eyes.”
I do as he asks and watch him as his thumb brushes the fabric over my clit, and I give an involuntary shudder. His gaze remains locked on me, and the intensity pouring off him is heady, dizzying.
His thumb slides aside the fabric and he presses into my feminine folds. A low moan begs to be released, but I hold it in.
“Okay, I’m back,” Mr. Dieter says. “I have time next Friday if he’s available.”
I flick my attention toward the printout of the calendar I brought with me, a shudder wracking my body when his fingers slide along my slit. Oh God, oh God, how am I supposed to concentrate when I just want to sink into this feeling?
“He, uh, he’s free…” When Dane’s digit glides into my dripping wetness, my hips buck toward him of their own volition. Get through this, I order myself. “One-thirty?” I manage to say.
My thoughts are racing. I still can’t believe this is real. My fantasies have sprung to life and the reality is far better than I could have ever imagined. But part of me is still in shock, even as my body is busy reacting to what he’s doing to me.
Dane’s finger curls to stroke my inner G-spot, and it’s so hard to not close my eyes. My nipples are hard buttons straining against my bra. There’s a little smirk curling the corners of his mouth that makes me hotter. He knows he’s driving me insane, is reveling in it, and that just turns me on more.
“Can we make it two?” Mr. Dieter asks.
“Yes. Yes, that’s—yes, that’s fine,” I gasp as my orgasm begins to build.
Dane raises a brow at me, knowing that little slip almost gave me away. I swallow and try to pull myself together. I can do this. It’s fine.
Then he tugs my hips to the very edge of the chair and presses a hot kiss to my clit, and I almost lose it.
“Okay, I will see Mr. Rossi at two,” Mr. Dieter says.
“Sounds good. Goodbye,” I say with a slight tremor, then hang up the phone just in time for a soft moan to rip from my throat. “That feels amazing,” I tell him as his tongue sweeps up and down my lower lips, plunges between them.
“You taste so fucking sweet,” he groans, digging his fingers into my hips as he eats me harder. Watching him savor my essence, the way he laps up every drop of juice, causes my body to shake uncontrollably.
I reach down and curl fingers into the nape of his neck, pressing him closer. He moves one hand to between my thighs to resume fingering me. This is what I fantasized about for so long. And it’s unbelievably intense.
Then he stops and pulls his mouth away. “Next call.” His voice is little more than a guttural growl at this point.
Oh, shit, right. The phone calls. He’s seriously going to make me talk to two more people? This is insanity.
But the hard look in his eyes shows me how serious he is about it. So I draw in a steadying lungful of air and nod. Try not to react too violently when his mouth resumes licking me, sucking me, sliding along my dampness.
My fingers fumble twice when I try to dial the next number. On the third try, I get it right. My sex contracts at the stroke of his two fingers inside me, pumping hard. I arch my back, thrusting my breasts into the air, and slide my fingers through his hair. I am wanton, brazen, unable to do anything more than everything he bids of me.
“Wallace Associates,” a clipped male voice says.
My inner walls begin to clench around his fingers as the wave grows stronger. I’m so wet, I know his face must be coated by now. But he hasn’t stopped the onslaught.
“Um. Yes. May I speak to Mr. Wallace?” I ask in what I hope sounds like an even tone. At this point, I’m so dizzy and burning up on the inside that I don’t know what’s up or down anymore. I catch a groan right as it starts to slip from my mouth.
Dane’s eyes dart up to mine and slit in warning. He heard it. Shit.
There’s a pause, and my heart stops. “Are you okay?” the man asks me.
“Yes, sure, sorry.” My brain scrambles for an excuse. “I…spilled a bit of coffee on my lap.”
That earns another smirk from Dane, who turns back to devouring me. I bite my lower lip, determined to not make another mistake.
“Mr. Wallace is out of the office right now, but I’d be happy to take a message and have him return your call.”
Thank God. I spit out, “I’m Emma Williams, calling on behalf…of Rossi Design…to make an appointment with Dane Rossi.” Okay, not quite making sense now, but at least I’m still forming semi-coherent words. I have no idea how much longer I can keep this up. I grind out the phone number for Mr. Wallace to call me back and hang up as quickly as possible.
When the phone hits the cradle, Dane’s fingers fuck me harder, and I can hear my juices from the thrusts. With his other hand, he unbuttons my blouse and reaches up to slip a hand in my shirt and cradle my breast. The tenderness of that touch, combined with the onslaught on my sex, almost undoes me right then.
“You’re so sexy,” he says as he looks at me. “So responsive.” He looks back down at my exposed sex. “And that pussy is beautiful. I want to eat you for hours.”
“Your fingers feel so good,” I admit in a throaty tone. “I’m getting close.” Before he can remind me again to stay focused, I scramble to find the third number. But I so badly want to give in to the orgasm threatening to rip me in two.
Just watching my boss taking me the way I always hoped for, his muscular shoulders tensing as he moves, that perfect face so close to my bare pussy…it’s making me want to come. Right now.
Dane’s savvy hand squeezes and kneads my breast, his thumb plucking at my nipple. “Fuck, your tits feel amazing, Emme,” he breathes into my crotch, and I shudder again at the sensation of his hot breath caressing me. “I want you to come for me. Hard. I need to see that orgasm all over your face.”
I manage a shaky nod and dial the third number. The line seems to ring forever, the sound echoing in my ears as I find myself sliding dangerously into losing my mind from his touch.
“Hello, thank you for calling Mordecai Financial Associates. How can I direct your call?”
“I need…” I need to come so badly I want to scream. “Miss Mordecai.” I’m losing my grip. My words are coming out choppier than I intend them to sound, and Dane’s gaze darts up to me. I blink and try my best to not thrust my hips against his face the way I want to. “I need to speak to Miss Mordecai—I’m calling on behalf of Rossi Design.” There, better.
“Okay, let me connect you through to her.”
My breasts are heavy and swollen, and I reach my hand down to caress my nipple. Dane’s pupils dilate at the sight, and I can see his chest rising and falling faster.
He’s turned on. I mean, I knew he was of course, but seeing this little sign of his arousal so evident helps me feel a surge of power. I feel a little less off kilter.
I’m going to do this. I want to drive him crazy, want him to crave me the way I crave him. And I want to touch him so badly. But first I need to finish this last call.
“Hello?” a husky female voice says. “This is Evelyn.”
“Hi, this is Emme Williams,” I say, proud of how steady my voice is. I let my hand slide down to stroke Dane’s strong shoulder, kneading my thumbs into the hollow of his collarbone. He sighs and presses closer to my lower lips, and his tongue swirls in a heady pattern that brings me right to the edge.
Shit, I’m going to come, and I don’t think I can hold it off anymore.
“I’m…calling to make…” Oh God, right there, yes… “Appointment with Dane Rossi.”
“Who?”
Damn it. I can’t think. My eyes nearly cross and I arch my back as the tingle spreads from my throbbing clit through my pelvis. “Dane Rossi of…Rossi Design, the interior décor and renovation firm.”
Dane can clearly see me about to fa
ll apart, which seems to only make him work harder, his expert fingers rubbing me on the inside and his tongue rubbing me on the outside.
A moment later, my body erupts into a volcanic blast of sensation, every nerve ending firing on full blast, tingling me from head to toe. I bite my lip to keep from spilling out the scream that is so desperate to escape from this intense orgasm. I can’t stop the way my body shakes, how my thighs clench his head to keep him pinned against me.
I can hear Evelyn speaking on the other end but the noise in my head is too loud for me to pick up on what she’s saying at first. “—free in two weeks or so, since I’m going on vacation,” leaks through my consciousness. “I can call him back when I return.”
The pulse in my pelvis pounds with my heartbeat, and I struggle to grab air into my shrunken lungs. “That…should be fine. Do you need his number?”
“I believe I might have his business card,” she says. I hear a riffling sound on the other end, then, “Yes, here it is. We’re good.”
The orgasm fades away, leaving me limp and tired and thoroughly satisfied. Dane presses one last kiss to my fluttering, soaked crotch then stands and strokes a lock of damp hair from my brow. I hadn’t realized I’d gotten sweaty, so caught up in what was happening. The emotions pouring from his brown eyes, the pride and arousal and something indescribable but warm, make my heart give a funny squeeze. I blink and try to shake back the strange emotion surging in me. Probably due to the intensity of what I just experienced. “We look forward to hearing from you soon,” I tell her, then hang up.
I stand too, pushing my skirt back down my thighs, and we pause for a long moment just staring at each other, chests rising and falling in synchronized breathing. I want to say so much, but my tongue is tangled in the words. Does he feel this thing, this link between us, the way I do? I’ve never experienced anything like this before.
“That was incredible,” I finally manage to murmur. I feel a light flush crawl over my cheeks. I can’t believe that I’m embarrassed right now, after the things he just did to my body. “Um. Can I… Do you…” I take a step forward and brush my fingertips down his firm chest.
With a gentle smile, he cups my wrists before I reach his waistband and lowers my hands to my sides, not letting them go. “This was about you,” he says. “Not about me.”
But it is about him. About the way I ache to pleasure him. I open my mouth to protest, but he drops a hard kiss to my lips, stealing the words from me. I can taste myself on his lips, and that makes my lower belly flutter.
“Later,” he says, with such dark promise loaded in the word I can’t help but shiver. This is really going to happen again between us, and the anticipation might just kill me. Dane steps back and hands me the papers. “We have plenty of time to explore. I want to take my time with you.”
I nod and smooth my skirt, button my blouse, run a hand over my hair. I head to his door and open it, shooting a quick glance over my shoulder before I exit.
Dane’s already behind his desk, phone in his hand, dialing a number. But his eyes are still on my form up to the second I close the door.
“Kevin Bacon was so hot in the eighties,” Sidney declares as she devours another massive spoonful of chocolate ice cream. She curls her legs up under her on the couch and settles back into the corner.
“This is one of my favorite movies,” I say as I pop in Footloose, then settle into the chair, blanket draped over me.
“I’m really glad you invited me over.” Sidney’s smile is broad. “Since Michael’s spending the night at a friend’s house, I was just gonna study alone tonight. Living the wild life, I am.”
I shake my head in mock consternation. “Yeah, that’s no way to spend a Saturday.”
On impulse, I texted Sidney last night to see if she wanted to hang out with me sometime this weekend. She agreed, so here we are, at nine on a weekend night, gearing up to watch a chick flick. Robert’s in bed; he complained earlier that he had a headache, and I sent him right in there with two ibuprofen and a cool washcloth. I make a mental note to go check on him soon.
As the credits come on, I jump out of my chair. “I forgot the wine.”
“Travesty!” Sidney jokes.
I snort as I pop open the bottle and pour two full glasses of cheap red wine. “We can’t have that, not in the Williams household. What kind of host would I be?” I sidle back to the living room and hand her a glass, putting the bottle on the coffee table.
The movie is cheesy fun, and I find myself laughing along with Sidney at the eighties teenage drama. But a part of me can’t stop thinking about Dane, hasn’t stopped thinking about him since the incident in his office. Wondering what is going to happen next.
Should I wait for him to do something else? Or should I try to take the reins and show him how badly I want to taste him too?
“You okay over there?” Sidney asks, jarring me out of my thoughts.
I take a gulp of wine, wincing at the bite of tannins. “Yeah, sure, why?”
She smirks. “Because you’re awful breathy over a dance montage, so I figured you were somewhere else.”
My heart jumps in embarrassment. “Sorry. I’m here, I promise. I just… You know how it is when sometimes stuff rattles around in your head, and you can’t stop thinking about it even when you want to?”
“Anything you wanna talk about?”
I shake my head. “No, really, it’s fine.”
“I’m sure it is. Or rather, he is.”
I guess I’m not very subtle. I grimace and take another gulp. “It’s…kind of a tricky situation. Hard to explain.”
“Try me. I’m a good listener.” Her eyes shine with sincerity. “Seriously, it would be think about something other than my own terrible dating drama for a while. I’ve had a series of bad first dates recently, and I’d rather focus on someone else’s love life.”
Before I realize it, I find myself revealing to her my crush on my boss, and me accidentally leaving my journal out and having him find it.
Sidney gasps, her jaw dropping. “Oh God, did you totally die?”
I nod. A warm flush slides over my skin, up my throat. But this is purely alcohol-based, not embarrassment. “Except…it turns out he wasn’t horrified at all. I think he might actually like me too.” Naturally, there’s no way I’m going to admit to the things we’ve done—that’s between the two of us, and I’m nervous about her judging me. But it does feel good to spill the truth, even parts of it, to someone else.
Sidney purses her lips and tilts her head, scrutinizing me. “Sounds like it could have potential. But…be careful.” Her voice is gentle, laced with concern. “Workplace affairs can sometimes backfire, and I’d hate to see you get hurt.”
“I know.” I finger the rim of my glass, peering down into the dark red liquid. “It’s probably not smart of me to get tangled in this. But I can’t seem to resist him. It’s like there’s a magnet in my heart that pulls me right toward him. I can’t fight it, even if I wanted to.”
She gives a long sigh. “I haven’t felt that way about anyone in a long time. I miss that, to tell you the truth.”
“I bet McDoogle could help you feel that way,” I tease.
With a mock glare, she shakes her head. “He’s cute, but I don’t want to hook up with my prof. He’s too uptight for me anyway.” She pauses. “I started online dating a couple of months ago, and it’s crazy how many men out there aren’t interested in a single mom. Dating is hard when you’ve been out of it for so long.”
A song comes on the movie as they begin yet another dance sequence. I shift to face her. “Wanna talk about it?”
Her smile is warm, if not tinged with a bit of sadness. “Not really much to talk about. Dated a few duds. I’ve decided to spend my time refocusing on me and what makes me happy, instead of worrying so much about finding a guy.” She gives a wider grin, this time without any sadness. “And on developing my friends, which are worth a dozen men.”
I lean over and tap m
y wine glass against hers. “Cheers to that.” With that, I’m determined to stop thinking about Dane tonight. Whatever happens between us will still be there when the weekend is over; I’ll worry about that on Monday. Besides, I doubt he’s giving me a lot of thought. For all I know, he’s out on a date with some other woman.
The thought makes my heart tug, so I remind myself that for all he knows, I’m out on a date too.
I’m not powerless in this. I’m choosing to go into it with my eyes wide open, despite Sidney’s concerns. I’m sure I can keep my heart from getting tangled beyond repair.
Dane
I really don’t want to be here.
I’ve been staring at the front door for a good two minutes, debating whether I should walk away or just ring the fucking doorbell and get it over with. This waffling is so unlike me, and the longer I take, the more time is running out.
A cold wind slams into my back, almost pushing me toward the door. I take the subtle hint from nature and ring the doorbell.
After a few seconds, it opens, and my mom blinks as she peers at me, all her emotion naked on her face. “Dane. You’re here. I wasn’t expecting…” Her words are almost choked out, and it’s a guilty kick in the gut. She doesn’t look good; her eyes are tired, and her face is thinner than I remember.
“Hi, Mom.” I might not want to be here, but it’s clear I need to be.
She sucks in a breath through her nostrils and straightens her back, putting on her Good Mom face once again. The one I remember so well. “What am I thinking? Come in, come in. You must be freezing outside. But you’re really early. Dinner isn’t for another hour.”
She takes my coat, and I follow her inside to the spacious living room, decorated in soft creams and neutrals, as I remember. “I’m not staying for dinner,” I tell her in a firm tone. “I just came by to visit with you for a bit, since I haven’t done so in a while.”
I told my brother I’d call her, but last night I decided I should visit with her, instead. The guilt over my avoidance has been eating away at me bit by bit, and it was past time I stopped by. I still have no desire to see my brother or my ex, but my mom shouldn’t suffer like this over our issues. My dad doesn’t really give a shit where I am or what I do, not since I let him down by quitting his company.
