Desire: Ten sizzling, romantic tales for Valentine’s Day!

by Opal Carew

  I watch the clock on the bottom right-hand of the screen.

  8:00 PM

  8:01 PM

  8:02 PM

  Oh, God. If they don’t exit his office soon, I’ll lose my mind. I want him so badly.

  8:04 PM

  I fidget in my seat, my gaze alternating between the clock and the door. My frustration spirals higher and higher with every passing minute.

  At 8:18, the door finally opens. I straighten. The salesmen for a new accounting software exit first, followed by Rob. His hair is mussed, the curls unruly. Stubble darkens his chin.

  “I’ll show our guests out, Miss Court.” He meets my gaze, his eyes glimmering with an eagerness I share. “Please prepare for our next meeting.”

  “Yes, sir.” He’ll fuck me now, take me hard and fast against his desk.

  I enter his office and smile. He has already cleared the surface, removing his screens and papers, stacking them on the table behind his chair.

  This sophisticated, handsome, hardworking man wants me.

  I remove my jacket. My blue bustier will remain on, as will my skirt and heels. He can undress me later, when we move our sexploits to his home.

  I pull the pins from my hair and shake my head. The heavy tresses fall over my shoulders, down my back. Will he burrow his face in my hair as he fucks me?

  I hike up my skirt, spread my legs and bend over his desk, resting my cheek on the cool wood. Anyone entering Rob’s office will see me, my ass in the air, my pussy exposed. I’ll be at his mercy.

  I wait and wait and wait.

  Is the horny bastard ever coming back? Doesn’t he know how much I need him?

  Wood brushes against carpet. I suck my breath in. The door clicks closed, locks.

  Has Rob arrived or is the newcomer someone else? I don’t dare look.

  “You’re so fuckin’ beautiful, Kirsten.” Rob’s deep voice rolls over me, adding fuel to the fire burning within my soul. “All curves and softness.” Fabric rustles. “I want to plunge cockfirst into you and never return.” A zipper rasps.

  Moisture streams down my thighs. “Are you going to fuck me, Rob?” I wiggle my ass. “Or just talk about it?”

  “You like it when I talk about it.” He rubs my ass, his hands warm and firm against my curves. “It turns you on.”

  “I don’t need any more stimulation.” I arch my back. “I’m ready for you, been ready for hours.”

  “I’ve been ready for days, months.” Rob cups my pussy. “You’re dripping.” He drags his fingers up and down, up and down, stroking me, brushing against my clit, tormenting me even more. “This will be fast, beautiful. I have no control left.”

  “Good because I have no patience left.” I press against his palm, seeking my own satisfaction. “Give me that big cock, Mr. Reyes. Fuck me. Fill me. Make me yours.”

  “You are mine.” Rob grips my hips. Hot hard flesh bumps against my feminine folds. “No other man will have you.” He pushes into me. My body pulls tight around him. “Fuck. You feel damn good.”

  He sinks deep and deeper, the sensual slide of rigid cock in yielding pussy divine. I hold onto the edge of the desk, savoring every inch, his body reshaping mine.

  This is more than a physical joining. Rob is invading my heart, my soul, giving me a sense of completeness I didn’t realize I lacked.

  My temporary job placement will leave a permanent scar.

  I can’t prevent that, can only enjoy the bliss while it lasts.

  Rob’s hips cradle my ass. His base touches my folds, his curls coarse against my delicate flesh. He stops, giving me a moment to adjust. His breath is loud in the silence, a testament to his waning restraint.

  “Kirsten?” His voice lowers.

  “I’m good.” I undulate, caressing him with my inner walls.

  “You’re better than good. You’re fantastic.” Rob pulls out slowly and my body instinctively clenches around him, trying to maintain our connection. “Fuck.” He slams back into me, rocking my form, loosening my grip on reality.

  “Fuck,” I echo, squeezing him.

  “Can’t hold back.” Rob’s control breaks. He rides me hard, thrusting deep, wildly.

  I try to match his movements but can’t. His tempo is all over the damn place. Our forms crash, collide, warmth radiating from the points of contact. Our fucking is savage and harsh and I love it, panting with exhilaration.

  He bends over me, seeking to contain my bucking, caging me with his muscle. His chest is bare, his skin warm, covered with perspiration, with his scent. His biceps are flexed. I lick his arm, tasting salt and man.

  He grunts and pounds into me harder. My juices splatter between his balls. My pussy hums with the abuse. Neither of us holds back. Rob takes from me and I take from him, our desire escalating.

  “More,” I urge, my voice hoarse with exertion.

  “Fuck.” He pumps into me with everything he has, his strength arousing me. This isn’t some weak-assed paper pusher. This is a man, a powerful executive, able to dominate me, subdue me, make me his.

  And I want this. I want to belong to him. My arms and legs tremble. Sweat streams down my spine. My breasts smack against the desk, the sting stimulating me.

  “Can’t.” His cock swells inside me. “Last.”

  “Need.” Hell. I don’t know what I need.

  Rob knows. He reaches around my body, skims his fingers over my mons, finds my clit.

  “Yes,” I whimper.

  He rubs the sensitive bundle of nerves.

  I scream, throw myself upward, but Rob won’t be dislodged. He drives into me, pinning my hips to the desk, and roars, filling my pussy with his hot cum, setting off another round of ecstasy. I wiggle and writhe, the rapture too much.

  He thrusts once, twice more, and collapses, flattening me against the wood. “Fuck.” He nuzzles his nose into my hair, his shoulders shuddering.

  I am fucked, in more ways than one. Rob sees me as a convenience lay, a woman to ease his needs during work hours. I’ve developed feelings for him, might have always cared for him.

  “Are you okay, beautiful?” My executive braces himself upward. “Was I too rough with you?” He brushes his lips over my neck and I tremble.

  “You can’t be too rough with me.” My voice is brusque. “I can handle you, Rob.”

  He covers my hands with his. “I know you can but I’d never hurt you, Kirsten.”

  He hasn’t lied to me in the past but this is one promise he can’t keep. When he leaves me, he’ll hurt me. I splay my fingers. He fills in the gaps with his, linking us together, this gesture pulling at my heart.

  “Do you want me to lick you clean now?” I summon a smile.

  “Tonight, you can lick me clean.” He nibbles on my earlobe. “Right now, I want to hold you.”

  I want that too.

  Too much.

  Chapter 4

  Rob holds me until my stomach rumbles, protesting its empty state. We laugh and dress, stealing touches and trading playful comments, exit Powers Corporation feeling like two naughty teenagers. My high-powered executive drives me to his building where he promises there’s food.

  His underground parking spot is situated closest to the elevator, a much-coveted location. “Is this a Powers Corporation building?” I hold his hand as we walk. My tote is slung over my right shoulder.

  “This is a Robert Reyes building.” Rob taps the button and the doors open. “The tenants are too upscale for Powers.”

  We enter the elevator. The space is immaculately clean and smells like citrus. The floor is marble, the walls mirrored to give the illusion that the elevator is larger than it truly is. Rob selects the penthouse floor. Only the best for my man.

  “I can’t picture you as a landlord.” I study him. He’s more of a stocks and bonds type of guy, those investments neat, hands-off. “Fixing toilets and changing light bulbs.”

  “I’ve fixed a few toilets in my life.” Rob grins. “But I’d prefer to spend my evenings with a sarcast
ic beauty, a woman with a quick wit.” His gaze lowers to my breasts. “And endless curves. I’ve hired a management company to take care of the building.”

  “That’s a good thing,” I tease. “I’ve seen the mess you made of your schedule.”

  His gaze slides to the left. “It is a mess.”

  “But I’ll fix it.” I lean against him, giving him the full frontal press. “Leave it to me.”

  “I plan to.” Rob’s voice lowers suggestively. “I like what you’ve done with my schedule so far.”

  I smile. “Are you censoring your thoughts again, Mr. Reyes?”

  “I’d never disrespect you in front of other people, Miss Court,” he paraphrases what I told him days ago. “The elevators have cameras with audio.”

  I play with the lapels of his suit jacket. “Then we shouldn’t be naughty?”

  “Not here.” Rob hooks his arms around me. “And not yet.”

  He’s hard. Again. The man is insatiable. I swivel my hips, teasing him.

  He groans. “How can someone who looks so angelic be so wicked?”

  “You like that I’m wicked.”

  “No, I love that you’re wicked.”

  Love. My breath hitches. “You’re no saint yourself.” This is a reminder for both of us. “You planned to push Mrs. Bellows out of her job.” I can’t, won’t fall in love with a man like that, no matter how much he tempts me.

  Rob meets my gaze, holding it. “My plan wasn’t to push Margaret out of her job. With her heart condition, that would kill her. Almost losing her to that first stroke was rough enough.” His expression is bleak, his voice strained. “When I visited her in the hospital and she looked so…so…”

  “Fragile,” I supply softly.

  He nods. “I didn’t know what to do.”

  Silence stretches. I lean against him, comforting him with my body, beset by my own memories.

  It had been a shock, walking into that hospital room and seeing Mrs. Bellows, normally so strong, so put together, propped up against the stark white pillows. She’d been tiny and frail in that big bed, her face devoid of makeup, her expression achingly vulnerable.

  I’d felt the same way as Rob had, helpless, wanting to do something, anything, to make my friend well again. I glance up at him. Is that why he is hiring help for Mrs. Bellows—to reduce her stress, prolong her life?

  “Margaret is much more than my assistant, Kirsten.” Rob hugs me to him. “She’s a part of my family. I’d never harm her.”

  He loves her, perhaps as much as I do.

  I study him. He isn’t pushing her out of her job. I believe him about that. But my gut says he’s holding information back from me. “There’s something you’re not sharing with me.”

  “You always read me.”

  I wait. He doesn’t volunteer any more information, doesn’t tell me what that something is. “And?”

  “And you’re the right person to be Margaret’s assistant.”

  “You’re not hiring me to help Mrs. Bellows.” I shake my head, dismissing that bullshit. This position benefits him, not my friend. “You’re hiring me because you want me.” That must be the reason.

  “I’m hiring you because I trust you.”

  I raise one of my eyebrows.

  “And because I want you.” The corners of his lips lift. “Don’t judge me for that, beautiful. You feel the same way about me.”

  That’s true. I do want him. Do I trust him? He has a secret, something he’s withholding from me, yet he has never lied to me. He always keeps his word. “I won’t judge you for that.”

  “For that.” Rob chuckles. “You make me work for everything.” He lowers his face until his lips are a lick away from mine. “I will. I’ll work damn hard.”

  “Will you?” I’ll worry about secrets and hidden agendas tomorrow. Tonight, I’ll enjoy this handsome bastard standing before me. “You might get all sweaty.”

  “There’s no might about it.” He splays his fingers over my lower back. “We’ll get dirty.”

  God. His voice is like sin, flowing through my veins, heating me all over. “I need you, Rob.” I lick my bottom lip. “I need you so badly.”

  His gaze follows the movement of my tongue. “I want to suck on those pouting lips, taste your need. I—”

  The elevator doors open.

  “Thank God.” He grabs my hand and pulls me forward into a narrow hallway. “I was one moan away from ravishing you on camera.”

  He unlocks the door, pushes me inside. I catch a glimpse of tanned walls, hardwood floors, a lit chandelier, before Rob captures my face between his big palms and kisses me hard.

  This is what I want. I moan, drop my tote and grasp his shoulders, seeking to be closer to him. He walks me backward until my shoulders hit unyielding wall.

  I lift one of my legs, curl it around his thigh, moving with him as he grinds into me. Friction warms our bodies. Lust engulfs us.

  Rob ravishes my mouth with abandonment. I suck on his tongue. The stubble on his chin teases my skin.

  “She’s very beautiful,” a female voice observes.

  What the fuck? I push at Rob’s shoulders. Someone is watching us.

  “She is pretty,” another unidentified woman agrees. “They look great together.”

  Make that two someones.

  “Jesus H. Christ.” Rob breaks our kiss, leans his forehead against mine.

  “Mr. Robert,” the second woman gasps.

  “Robert Raymond Reyes, we don’t use that type of language in this house.”

  “This is my house.” He turns toward two older women. They stand at the other end of the room, not at all repentant about watching us. “I can use whatever type of language I want.”

  The women exchange knowing looks.

  “You’ve been working too hard again, Son.” A tiny birdlike lady with his soulful eyes and unruly hair tilts her head. “I can tell.”

  Oh my God. This is his mom. I smooth down my skirt, run my fingers through my loosened locks. I’m meeting her for the first time and I look like a mess.

  “You get grumpy when you work too hard, Mr. Robert,” a larger woman wearing a pale-blue uniform and a crisp, white apron chimes in. This must be the housekeeper he’s told me so much about. She’s another woman he cares for, respects the opinion of.

  Both of them saw me dry hump Rob. My face heats.

  “I’m grumpy, Natty, because I asked you to leave some leftovers in the fridge for us.” Frustration edges his voice. “Leave, not wait here for me to return.”

  “We were waiting for both of you to return.” His mother beams at me. “And we couldn’t have you serving our dear Kirsten leftovers, could we?”

  “Not gonna happen.” Natty shakes her head. “Not on my watch.”

  I stare at them. His mom and his housekeeper know who I am. He has told them about me. Why would he do that?

  Because he mentioned my name in passing when he asked for the leftovers, I rationalize. The two women have made more out of it than was warranted.

  My mom would have done the same thing. Which is why I’ve only mentioned Rob once, twice, okay, maybe ten or twenty times to her.

  “There’s chicken, potatoes and carrots in the slow cooker.” Natty waves her hand, I assume, in the direction of the kitchen.

  “And Black Forest cake in the fridge.” Rob’s mother floats toward us, her gaze fixed on me. “His father and I ate that the night we conceived Robert.”

  Rob groans. “She doesn’t need to know that, Mom.”

  “I’m helping you to move things along, Son.”

  “Because it took you forever to get to this point,” Natty mutters. “We need some babies. We’re not getting any younger.”

  “Or any less stubborn,” my adorably embarrassed executive says under his breath. “Thank you, ladies, for your help,” he announces in a louder voice. “I can take it from here.”

  “Are you sure?” Mrs. Reyes isn’t ready to leave. “We could stay while you eat dinner.
If you’d taken her to a restaurant, you wouldn’t have had any privacy either. There would have been waiters and other people around.”

  “Which is why I didn’t take her to a restaurant.” Rob is losing his patience.

  “Ohhh…” Her mouth rounds. “That’s very clever.”

  “He’s a smart one, our Mr. Robert.” Natty nods, giving his plan to seduce me her approval also.

  I don’t know why he’s encouraging them. He should have immediately explained that we’re casual, that they’ve interpreted too much from his request, nipping their expectations in the bud.

  “We’re leaving, but not until we greet our dear Kirsten.” Mrs. Reyes turns her attention to me. “I’m pleased you’re here.” She embraces me. Rob’s mom smells like roses, her frame frighteningly delicate. “So very pleased.”

  She looks at me as though I’m the answer to her prayers, talks as though she’s been expecting to meet me for years.

  “Ummm…” I don’t know what to say. ‘Hi. I’m your son’s convenience fuck. You will likely never see me again.’ doesn’t seem appropriate.

  “Keep our young rascal in line.” Natty crushes me against her bountiful breasts. “Don’t let him give you any lip.”

  “She doesn’t.” Rob answers for me. “She makes me work for everything.”

  “As she should,” the women say in unison, smiling wide.

  He rolls his eyes. “Ladies.” Rob opens the door.

  “It’s about time, Mr. Robert.” Natty gives him one of her bone-bending hugs. “I’m happy for you.”

  “Thank you, Natty.” Rob hugs her back, his face softening. He tolerates her interfering because he loves her. He loves both of them. A ball of emotion forms in my throat.

  “Robert.” Mrs. Reyes leans back, gazing up at him. He’s a tall man, appears even taller beside this tiny woman. He must have gotten his height from his father.

  “Mom.” Rob bends over until their faces are level, this gesture melting my insides.

  She cups his cheeks, holding his face in her palms. “I love you.”

  “I know that, Mom.” His voice lowers to a murmur. “I love you too. But it’s too early for all of this.” He covers her hands with his. “Kirsten and I need our privacy.”