The Ultimate Erotic Short Story Collection 4: 11 Steamingly Hot Erotica Books For Women

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by Hunt, Evelyn


  “I wouldn’t be staring if you weren’t so nice to look at,” he replied. Veronica wanted to hide her face in her hands. She raised an eyebrow. She wasn’t accustomed to being complimented so blatantly; not in such a setting, anyhow. She got the occasional compliment when she went out and met up with friends—on the few nights off she had that she could justify staying up—but since she had taken the job at the call center, she hadn’t really concerned herself much with her appearance. She wore comfortable, casual clothes to work, didn’t do much more than put her hair in a ponytail, and never really bothered with makeup.

  “Instead of staring at me, why don’t you tell me about yourself?” Veronica suggested; anything to get off of the subject of her beauty. Fintan shrugged.

  “Not much to tell, really. I’m a writer, have a few books out. I took this job because I sort of hit a wall on the most recent book and I needed to get out of the house.” That explained the car, Veronica thought.

  “What do you write?” Fintan glanced down at his hands a moment, smiling to himself in some sort of inner amusement.

  “You won’t believe me.” Veronica leaned forward.

  “Tell!” Fintan chuckled.

  “I write romance novels. Under a pen name, mind you.” Veronica laughed out loud at the idea of this gorgeous, very manly-looking man writing romance novels. “Hey, I’ll have you know men can write romance novels too.” Veronica rolled her eyes, grinning to take the sting out of the expression.

  “I would never have guessed it,” she told him. The waitress came back. Veronica ordered a sundae and a piece of pie; Fintan ordered a sandwich and tea. As the waitress was playfully ribbing Fintan, flirting with him really, Veronica felt a soft brush against her leg. And then another. She glanced over at Fintan and saw him watching her out of the corner of his eyes; another gentle kick and Veronica grinned, catching his foot against the seat of the booth. The waitress finally left, and Fintan leaned in.

  “Madame,” he said quietly, “I believe you have my foot.” Veronica muffled her giggle at the accusation and nodded.

  “Well, I wouldn’t have captured it if you weren’t playing footsie when that poor waitress clearly wants you to have your way with her.” Fintan laughed, mock-shuddering at the implication.

  “My way with her would be to leave her well alone,” he said, reaching out and taking hold of Veronica’s hand in a quick movement. “My way with you, however…” he brought the hand to his lips and kissed her palm. Veronica wasn’t sure why, but the simple brush of his lips against her skin send a flood of warmth through her body, almost making her gasp at the intensity. Fintan looked up at her, his green eyes almost glowing.

  “Don’t be silly,” Veronica said, swallowing against a suddenly dry throat. This was going very fast from a simple snack enjoyed with a new acquaintance. Fintan’s fingers played over her wrist, caressing the delicate skin and making her shiver with delight at the sensation.

  “You’ve had a very rough night already, and the last time I saw you, you weren’t having a much better one.” Veronica wondered briefly how long he had been watching her. “You deserve so much more than what you’re getting working in that call center.” Fintan kissed each of her fingertips in turn. It was like being hypnotized, Veronica thought; she couldn’t tear her gaze away from his eyes, couldn’t interrupt the warm, yellowy depths of his voice. “I’ve been thinking.”

  Fintan released her hand and sat back, steepling his own hands in front of his face in a businesslike manner. “I’m in need of an assistant. Someone to proofread my work, manage all the e-mails I get from my publishers, my agent, everyone.” Fintan took out his phone and swiped his fingers over it a few times, turning it around to face Veronica. He’d pulled up his e-mails, and she could see the addresses of the senders; publishing houses she knew and some she didn’t know. “For safety’s sake, I’d have my agent hire you—that way, you know for sure you’re going to get paid.” Fintan chuckled. “My agent will only be too happy to put you on the books for me; he’s been after me to hire someone for months.”

  Veronica thought about it. If it was true, it was potentially an amazing offer. “How much would I be getting paid?” she asked. Fintan shrugged.

  “My agent was suggesting I pay about 30 grand per year. It’s between him and the accountant, really.” Fintan reclaimed his phone.

  “Are you suggesting that I would be obligated…” Veronica started, feeling herself blush. She couldn’t finish the sentence. She dropped her gaze down to the tabletop. Fintan reached out and lifted her chin, forcing her to look at him.

  “I wouldn’t obligate you to do anything other than help me out. If you want more, I am more than willing to supply it. But if you just want a way out of that job, then I will never pressure you.” The waitress came back with their food. Veronica started in on her sundae, taking fast, satisfying bites of ice cream and hot fudge. It was a good way to avoid discussing the idea with Fintan; she wanted him, she realized that.

  She wanted out of her job. But was it really a good idea to be entertaining having sex with someone she would be working for? Suddenly, Veronica realized she didn’t really care if it was a good idea or not. She would think long and hard about the job offer, and certainly it would take some time to go into effect, but for right now, she would settle for a little time in Fintan’s arms. She deserved it, didn’t she?

  Veronica looked up from her sundae and saw that Fintan was eating, too—but he was still watching her. She felt the heat in her cheeks, felt her heart pounding. She still had his foot trapped against the seat. She considered for a moment and slipped her shoe off, grazing her own foot along his ankle slowly. Fintan glanced up at her, an eyebrow raised. Veronica smiled slowly, releasing his foot and demurely taking another bite of her sundae without losing eye contact.

  Fintan grinned, giving her a playful kick under the table. "Don't start up again," Veronica said, losing the effect of her stern words by giggling. Fintan reached across the table with his spoon and stole a bite of Veronica's sundae, his eyes daring her to do something about it. Veronica raised an eyebrow and reached across in turn, stealing one of Fintan's fries and devouring it quickly. Fintan retaliated by stealing another bite of ice cream, and Veronica stole another fry. Before it could escalate further, they both began to laugh.

  Then they were walking out of the diner, Fintan having insisted on paying. Veronica felt her heart pounding as she brushed up against him, wanting him to make the first move. As if on cue, Fintan glanced around, and finding the parking lot empty, he pulled her close, his lips descending on hers quickly. His hands rested on her waist, and Veronica wrapped her arms around his shoulders, tasting his lips. Just as she had thought, his mouth was firm, the kiss starting gentle and becoming increasingly demanding. Veronica melted against him as Fintan's hands began to roam over her body, caressing her through her clothes.

  Fintan broke the kiss after several moments, his face still only inches away from Veronica's. "How much more time do you have?" he asked, his hands tight on her hips. Veronica shook her head slightly, trying to clear it of the lust that was beginning to make it impossible to think clearly. She pulled her wrist close and looked at her watch.

  "I've got about an hour and a half," she replied, breathless. Fintan smiled slowly, giving her another quick kiss on the lips and leading her toward his car.

  "It's still dark," he murmured in her ear, kissing her earlobe and brushing his lips down along the column of her throat. "I bet we could get away with a lot of things." Veronica felt her cheeks heating up again, taking in his implication. Fintan opened the door to the back of his car and ushered her in, walking around the rear of the car to get in on the other side. He pulled her close on the wide back seat, his lips claiming hers again for a lingering kiss as his hands found their way underneath her shirt.

  Veronica moaned into his mouth as he cupped her breasts through her bra, squeezing them lightly. He broke away from her lips again and began to kiss her neck, nipping
the sensitive skin carefully as Veronica tilted her head back, murmuring quietly and letting out little moans. She could feel herself beginning to get wet, as Fintan's fingers found her nipples, teasing them over her bra.

  Veronica let her hands roam over Fintan's body, feeling the muscular planes of his body. She was overwhelmed by the need to feel his body pressed against hers; she desperately wanted to see what he looked like naked. There was no way, in the back seat of his car, that she could accomplish that. Fintan's hand delved over the top of her bra and he freed one of her breasts, rubbing her nipple slowly. Veronica moaned out loud, arching her back to push her breast further into Fintan's skilled hand.

  "You taste sweet," Fintan murmured against her skin, giving her skin a playful lick. Veronica chuckled, running her hands through Fintan's hair. "I would love to taste you everywhere, Veronica," he whispered, pulling her around and holding her close. He pulled her hair aside and kissed the back of her neck, his hands wandering all over the front of her body until he came to her pants.

  Fintan unbuttoned the fly of Veronica's pants and slipped his hand down, cupping her pussy through her panties. Veronica opened her legs slightly, arching into his touch, needing more. "Patience," Fintan whispered, stroking her slowly. Veronica reached out and found Fintan's muscular thigh, her grasp tightening as he inched his fingers underneath the waistband of her panties. He caressed her labia teasingly, touching everywhere but where she wanted him most.

  "Please," Veronica whimpered, pushing her hips down. Fintan pulled away from the nape of her neck and looked around, making sure they were still safely covered by the darkness outside. Veronica shivered as his fingers slipped between her labia and he quickly found her clit, rubbing it quickly.

  She gasped, writhing against his body as her hand moved up along his thigh, seeking the bulge in his pants. She massaged him carefully, feeling the heat of him through the thin uniform pants, the hardness of his cock. "Oh," she moaned as Fintan's fingers probed her, pushing into her body slowly. Her muscles tightened around the intrusion, her body needing more.

  "When you're off work for the day," Fintan whispered, adding a second finger as he touched her deep inside, "I want you to come over. This is torture." He bit the spot where her neck and shoulder met, and Veronica cried out, pressing her hand against her mouth to muffle the sound. The possibility of discovery, of the scandal that would ensue, added an unexpected excitement as Fintan's fingers worked her over. She heard herself panting, pushing her hips down against Fintan's hand, amazed at how close she was to orgasm already.

  Fintan pulled her face around with his free hand and kissed her deeply, swallowing down the moans that left her throat. Veronica fumbled with the button of his pants and then struggled to work her hand downward, seeking his hot, hard cock. Fintan moaned against her lips, his fingers quickening. Veronica found what she was seeking and carefully squeezed his erection, running her hand up and down along his shaft. Fintan shuddered in pleasure behind her, pulling her body tight against him.

  "I need more," Veronica moaned, rubbing the head of Fintan's cock with her thumb. Fintan nodded slowly, pressing kisses along her shoulder.

  "I have to see you naked," he replied. Veronica curled in on herself as his thumb, working her clit, picked up speed and pressure. "I love how wet you already are," Fintan added, his free hand finding her breast again and playing with her nipple even as he curled his fingers inside of her, brushing against her g-spot. Veronica was on the edge of orgasm, shivering and squirming, trying to get more contact. Fintan's hips thrust into her touch, his breath hot against her neck. Any minute now, Veronica thought, they would surely get caught. She tightened her grasp on Fintan's cock, thrilling at the size of it, the girth of it in her hand.

  Fintan broke away from her, giving her a gentle shove away from him. Veronica was panting, her body wracked with the agony of orgasm denied, trying to find something to hold onto. Fintan sighed and she turned to see him close his eyes, licking his lips slowly. "If that had gone on much longer," he said, his breath still heavy, "I would have come right here and now." He flashed a bright smile at Veronica. "You don't have much time left before you have to get back," he told her, giving her a quick kiss.

  "Besides," Veronica commented, righting her clothes reluctantly. "we would've gotten caught any minute." Fintan nodded.

  "I don't fancy getting arrested," he said with a chuckle. Veronica watched him bring the fingers he had probed her with up to his lips; he licked them clean, giving her a satisfied smile. "You do taste sweet."

  Veronica was utterly distracted for her last hour at work. She couldn't think of anything but Fintan's hands all over her body, his hard cock trapped in her hand, throbbing with his arousal. She wanted more than anything to finish work so that she could rush out to Fintan, press her body against his, feel him touching her all over. She squirmed in her seat, her pussy still wet, her nipples still hard beneath her bra, arousal coursing through her veins.

  She ran out of the office as soon as she clocked out, her eyes searching the parking garage for Fintan's car. They had agreed that he would drive her to his place, leaving her car behind so as not to waste gas. She spotted him, parked unobtrusively to the side, and rushed over, breathing heavy more from anticipated pleasure than from the running. She heard the door unlock and climbed in, giddy with the prospect of what was to come.

  "You're looking much more sprightly now," Fintan commented, giving her a smile and a quick peck on the lips. "Let's get out of here."

  He drove quickly, weaving through traffic in a way that was simultaneously exhilarating and anxiety-inducing. Halfway through the drive, his right hand found its way along her thigh, caressing the sensitive inner flesh and making a path up to her crotch. When they had to stop for a train, Fintan threw the car into park and leaned over the center console, giving her a fast, deep kiss.

  Finally, when Veronica was in an agony of suspense, he turned onto a street, quickly making his way to a large house and parking. "Stay right there," he told her, shutting off the car and getting out in a fluid movement that Veronica envied. He strode quickly around the front of the vehicle and opened the door for her, pulling her out of the seat and straight into a warm, strong embrace. "How distracted were you for the last hour?" he asked, his lips brushing across her jaw, along her neck, claiming her earlobe. Veronica gasped, leaning into his touches, melting into his kisses.

  "I almost couldn't stand it," she managed to say, twisting into his teasing caresses. Fintan laughed.

  "Good. I only just managed to keep from touching myself, thinking of how sexy you were pressed up against me." He took Veronica by the hand and led her into the house, closing the door behind them. Veronica barely had time to register the surroundings as he ushered her over to a plush couch with dark fabric. His hands moved over her quickly, pulling her shirt over her head and reaching around to her back to unlatch her bra. The moment it fell away, Veronica moaned at the heat of his mouth as he claimed her nipple, sucking and licking it.

  Veronica pulled at his uniform shirt, trying to get it over his head, needing to feel his skin against hers. She felt Fintan tugging her pants down over her hips, bringing her panties with them. She hurriedly stepped out of her clothes, kicking her shoes off and standing before him completely naked. Fintan took a step back, taking her in, his eyes absolutely devouring her. "You are every bit as gorgeous as I imagined," he said in a whisper, his hands immediately moving to her waist.

  He guided her gently onto the couch, pressing her to lay back with her head among the throw pillows as he kissed a path down her body. His warm hands found all of the sensitive spots on her body, caressing and teasing as he made his way from her lips to her neck, all over her breasts, and down to her abdomen, tickling her with his hot breath. Veronica's breath caught as he lingered at her hips, glancing up at her mischievously.

  His fingers spread apart her labia, and Veronica shivered as his mouth connected with her pussy, his tongue licking slowly up and down along
her slit. "Oh," she moaned out, her hands working through his hair, "Oh, yes, please..." Her hips began moving mindlessly, trying to get his tongue to connect with her clit.

  She heard Fintan chuckle lowly as he took his time, tasting her all over, letting his tongue probe her a few times before he worked his way back upward. He sucked her clit in between his lips, flickering his tongue against it. Veronica fought against the instinct of pulling his hair, forcing her hands to relax even as the muscles in her thighs tightened.

  It was torture, feeling his weight against her body, the pleasure he was evoking in her with his talented mouth as he tasted her thoroughly, his hands moving up along her body to massage and caress her breasts. Veronica tried to fight it, but her body was so worked up, had been anticipating this pleasure for so long, that in minutes she was coming, gasping and crying out in pleasure as her hips moved in counterpoint to his attacks.

  Fintan waited for her shuddering to subside, his hands running over her gently. He covered her body with his own, wriggling out of his pants without leaving her. "Are you ready for more?" he asked, giving her a quick kiss on the lips, tasting of her arousal and his own bittersweet flavor. Veronica nodded, unable to speak.

 

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