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

by Opal Carew

  I count to five, allowing him to absorb this revelation.

 

  I grin.

 

  Laughter bubbles in my throat. I thought he might approve.

  I hum as I work. The seven o’clock meeting ends. I exchange a heated gaze with my handsome executive, escort the meeting attendees out of the building, accompany the next meeting’s attendees to Rob’s office, eye fuck him some more, before returning to my desk.

  My anticipation builds over the next half hour, my fingers dancing over the keys, my ass squirming in my chair.

  Rob’s last meeting ends five minutes early. He exits his office, a gleam in his brown eyes. “I’ll escort our guests out, Miss Court. Please prepare the room for the next meeting.”

  That’s code for ‘get ready to be fucked silly.’

  “Yes, sir.” I bounce out of my seat.

  His office smells like expensive cologne, a heady mixture of scents. I undress, removing all of my clothing—my suit, bra, panties, even my shoes. Wandering around the space naked feels decadent, naughty. My toes sink into the thick soft carpet. The cool air tightens my nipples to hard points.

  At first glance, Rob’s office appears like every other executive’s space. There’s the big desk, the black captain’s chair, two guest chairs, the wall of shelving on one end, the rectangular table with eight chairs on the other. The walls are decorated with the usual gold-framed photos of Powers Corporation properties.

  Except there are books about art, not simply weighty volumes about tax codes and accounting policies, on his shelves, and there are people hidden in his photos.

  In the bottom left-hand corner of the first photo, a tiny figure of a woman briskly pushes a stroller, her back straight, her stride long. It takes me several moments of intensive searching to find the old man staring forlornly out of a window in the second photo. In the third photo, a uniformed security guard maneuvers through the revolving doors. He’s a shadow behind the glass, there, yet not.

  Why is he drawn to photos with people in them? I don’t know. Robert Reyes is a complicated man. It would take a woman a lifetime to figure him out.

  Figuring out what he’ll want when he returns to the office takes less time. I lie down on the carpet, arrange my long dark hair in a halo around my face, spread my legs and arms, a sacrificial virgin on the altar of sex.

  The door opens, closes, locks. A long broad shadow falls over me. I smile serenely up at Rob. His eyes are black with desire. The ridge in his dress pants is unmistakable. His hands are bunched in his pockets.

  His gaze drifts down my reclined form, moving from my face to my bare toes, pausing on my lips, breasts, mons. “You’re stunning, Kirsten.”

  “I’m yours.” My voice is husky. “Take me.”

  “I won’t take you. I’ll worship you.” He crouches at my side. “You’re a goddess and goddesses deserve offerings.”

  “What do you have for me?” I look pointedly at his groin.

  “That will be my second offering.” Rob removes his hands from his pockets, presenting a flat leather box. “This is my first.” He opens the box, revealing a teardrop pendant hanging from a silver chain. The black stone is surrounded by diamonds.

  “Rob.” I sit upright. He’s giving this gorgeous necklace to me?

  “It’s onyx, very rare.” He removes it from the box. I lift my hair and he fastens the clasp, the chain a shimmer of cold against my skin. “I saw it and knew I had to buy it for you, my dark-eyed beauty.”

  Am I his? I lower once again to the carpet, the pendant heavy between my breasts. “Where did you see it?”

  We’ve been together since Friday night. When did he have time to shop?

  “I spotted it in Paris.” Rob strips off his shirt jacket, loosens his tie. “In a tiny shop on a cobblestone side street. It shone under the streetlights, calling to me.”

  “Was that during the real estate summit?” That was months ago.

  He nods. “Those days without you seemed endless.” He drops the strip of silk on the carpet and unbuttons his shirt. His chest is tanned, his muscles defined. “I listened to your French lessons every night.” His abs ripple with his movement. “Tu es un salaud.”

  “You are a bastard.” I grin. I’d spent hours making those recordings. “Did that come in handy?”

  “Strangely, no.” His shirt floats to the floor, the white cotton billowing. “The French have a reputation for rudeness yet didn’t curse me out once.” Rob kicks off his shoes. “I was disappointed.”

  I laugh. “I made up for the lack of cursing when you returned home.”

  “Because you missed me.” He unbuckles his belt, unzips his pants.

  “Because I missed you.” I cup my breasts. The pendant glitters between them, beautiful, even more precious because it came from him. “No one argues with me like you do.”

  “It’s one of my many talents.” Rob pushes his pants and boxer shorts to his ankles. His cock is hard, long and mouthwateringly thick. “You’re about to discover another one.” He discards his socks.

  “Oh yeah.” I lift one eyebrow. “Are you skilled at titty fucking?”

  “I should be skilled at loving your breasts.” He straddles my waist with his feet, standing over me, proudly naked. “I’ve envisioned them often enough.”

  I rub my palms over his shins, savoring the strength in his form. “Then show me what you’ve got.”

  “I will.” Rob lowers to his knees. “I’ll impress the hell out of you.” I inhale sharply as his hot skin touches mine. His weight presses down, restraining me, and my arousal escalates.

  I expect him to rush our encounter, the hours of waiting having primed both of us for fast, furious sex. Instead, he burrows his face between my curves, squeezing my breasts around him, his breath wafting over me.

  I hold him to my chest, threading my fingers through his soft, silky hair. Rob rests there, nearly smothered by my voluptuousness, his form relaxed, still.

  He’s had a long day and needs this comfort, a soothing only I can give him. I pet his hair, his neck, his broad shoulders, inhaling his woodsy cologne.

  “You are a goddess.” Rob presses his lips to the onyx pendant. “Your curves humble me, bring me to my knees.”

  “Literally.” I grin.

  His lips curl upward. “Literally.” He outlines my right breast with the flat of his tongue, his flesh wet, rough. I tremble, feeling his adoration to the tips of my toes.

  His circles slowly decrease, too slowly, his leisurely pace driving me insane. I arch under him, pushing my chest upward, trying to speed his progress.

  Rob won’t be rushed, exploring every inch of my breast, savoring me with his tongue and lips and mouth. Sensations flood my mind, moistening my bare pussy.

  “Rob?” I wiggle under him, needing more.

  “I’m honoring you.” He covers my nipple with his lips.

  God. This honoring is slaying me. I explore his shoulder blades, stroke his back, my body on fire, set ablaze by his touch. He sucks, drawing me into his mouth.

  I squirm. The tug and pull is divine. I feel it down to my pussy.

  My passion rises quickly, his homage to my form too sure, too good. I shake, needing a little more, a little—

  The bastard releases my nipple, stops his ravishment, and gazes at me, his eyes gleaming with lust, his hair mussed.

  “Rob.” I growl, frustrated as hell. “I need that titty fuck.” I push my hips upward.

  “Worship shouldn’t be rushed.” He nuzzles against my neglected left breast, the hint of stubble on his chin grazing my skin, warming all of me.

  “This is torture, not worship.”

  “Let me rectify that.” He extends his tongue, flicks the taut tip, and I jerk, pleasure radiating from this point. “I’ll appease you.”

  He laves this part of me again and again, bathing me in heat. Sparks fly in my brain.r />
  “Rob.” The room fills with my cries, the sounds of our efforts echoing off the walls.

  His hardness presses against my stomach and I should reach for my horny executive, pleasure him as he’s pleasuring me but I don’t have the mental bandwidth, my focus on his tongue, his hands. A current of arousal rushes from my breasts to my pussy and back again.

  “Rob.” My form pulls unbearably tight. “Please.” I can’t stand it. He has to do something, has to ease this sexual tension within me.

  “I know what you need, Kirsten.” He seals his lips around my nipple and inhales, drawing more and more breast into his hot mouth.

  That won’t do it. I need—

  He nips me with his teeth.

  “Rob.” The room explodes with color and sound. Too much. I throw myself upward, hit a wall of flesh. Fuck. I twist and turn, trying to escape. Rob doesn’t let me go. He contains my wild release, sucks my breast harder. This pressure extends my orgasm, draining the energy from my body and the thoughts from my brain until there’s nothing left.

  “I’m done.” I slump. “So done.” My words are slurred, my vision blurry. He made me come with breast play alone. Who does that?

  My fuckin’ boss, that’s who.

  Chapter 6

  Rob doesn’t allow me to rest after my mind-splintering, world-shifting orgasm. The damn man desires his own release.

  “Stay with me a little longer, beautiful.” He licks his palms and runs them over his cock. His skin glistens with this makeshift lubricant. “Move your pretty pendant.”

  I lift my body, slip his gift around my neck, until it hangs between my shoulder blades.

  “Pinch your nipples.”

  He’s being very bossy tonight. I don’t have the energy to protest. I pull on the taut peaks, extending them. They’re sensitive from the sucking he gave them, the color deepened from the pressure of his mouth.

  “You’re gorgeous.” Rob slides his cock into the hollow between my breasts. “Squeeze them around me.”

  I comply and he rocks, gliding his hard manflesh along my skin. He’s warm and rigid, undeniably male, taking command of our encounter.

  My competitive nature won’t allow this, not without a challenge. I tighten my hold on my breasts, narrowing the gap between them, seeking to push his bliss higher and higher until he snaps.

  “Fuck. You’re soft.” Rob’s lips flatten, his expression growing more strained. “Touching you is like dipping my cock into pure silk.”

  “That’s because I’m the best.” I play with my breasts as he fucks them, increasing and decreasing the pressure, varying the sensation, intent on driving him crazy. “This will be the titty fuck of all titty fucks, Rob. You’ll never have better than this.”

  “Never.” He quickens his pace, thrusting harder. His tip plays peek-a-boo between my curves. “You’ve ruined me. How can I look at another woman after seeing you?”

  “I’ve saved you.” I round my back, increasing the connection of his hard shaft against my skin. “From a lifetime of fucking inferior breasts.” I bend my neck and lick his cock head as it appears, swiping my tongue over his flesh.

  “Fuck.” He pulls back so quickly; he almost falls off me. “You have to warn me before you do something like that.”

  “Oh.” I widen my eyes, feigning innocence. “You didn’t like it?”

  “You know damn well that I liked it.” Rob resumes the sensuous glide of cock between breasts. “Too much. I almost came in your face.”

  “And that’s a bad thing?” I’ve never once heard a man complain about that.

  Rob gazes at me with mixture of desire and frustration. “You said you wanted me to come down your throat.” His balls tap against the underside of my breasts. “Was coming on your face an option?”

  “It was, but you asked me to make the decision and I did.” I shrug, the action shaking my breasts.

  He groans. “If you continue to do that, I’ll be overriding your decision.”

  “Continue to do—what?” I gaze up at him. “This?” I jiggle my breasts. “Or this?” I lave his tip with my tongue.

  “Fuck.” Rob thrusts his hips forward. Hard spurts of cum arc from his cock head, covering my lips, chin, neck, breasts. He drives between my breasts once, twice, three, four times, frothing his essence. His face twists in despair, and he falls forward, flattening me.

  “Yep. My decision has been overridden.” I clutch him to me, enjoying the heaviness of his body. He’s solid, manly, mine. “Oh, well.” I stroke his back. “You’re an executive and that’s your prerogative.”

  Rob’s shoulders shake. “You’re my equal and you’re driving me insane.”

  “I’m no one’s equal. I’m the best,” I playfully boast, flattered that he sees me that way. “We’ve created another mess.” My chest is sticky with his cum.

  “You’ll fix it.” He rolls onto his back, taking me with him. “You always do.”

  “Bastard.” This word is loaded with emotion I can no longer hide. I care for Rob, more than I’ve cared for any other man. He has his secrets, but I trust him. I feel safe with him.

  “Beautiful.” He kisses my forehead.

  I lay my cheek on his skin, listen to the sound of his heartbeat, ride the rise and fall of his chest. Rob smoothes my hair, separating the tangled tendrils.

  “Why did you consider leaving the company?” I break the silence. “I thought you respected Powers and enjoyed your role here.”

  “I do.” He sighs. “But I wanted you more than I wanted my job, and the company had that damn non fraternization policy, forbidding me to touch you.”

  I prop my chin on his chest, gaze up at him. “You were going to walk away from one of the top positions in the company, perhaps in the country, because you couldn’t bang me?”

  I expect him to laugh, to tease me about being conceited, to tell me I interpreted his words wrong.

  Instead Rob nods. “I was one brush of your fingers away from getting both of us fired. Your voice makes me hard. The way you fight me on everything strips my control. I dream of you every night, waking up horny as hell, my fingers curled around my cock.”

  “You’re an idiot.” We’re both idiots because I want him with the same intensity. “There are other women in the world, women you’re not working with--”

  “I tried. Believe me, I tried everything to dull my obsession with you.” He cups my cheeks. “But no woman is as witty, as ferocious, as beautiful as you are. You are the best, Kirsten.”

  “I told you I was.” I give him a wobbly smile, his declaration touching my heart. “When were you planning to quit?”

  “I timed it for the day after Mrs. Bellows retired, giving Powers a year’s notice. It could take that long to find a suitable replacement CFO.”

  I frown. “She’s retiring in six months, not a year.”

  Rob shrugs, his muscles undulating under me. “I tried to tender my resignation six months ago. Powers didn’t accept it. But I considered it done.”

  I stare at him. “You quit? You were that sure of my feelings for you?”

  “No, I was that sure of my feelings for you.” He rubs his thumbs over my cheeks. “Seeing you every day and not being able to touch you, to kiss you, to please you, was torture. I wouldn’t have been able to tolerate it for much longer.”

  “That’s how much you care for me.” I pull on the chain around my neck, grasp the pendant he gave me.

  His gaze drops to the stone, his eyes glittering with pride, with possession. “That’s how much.”

  Does he love me? I don’t have the courage to ask. “I took this temporary position for you.” I’ve made sacrifices also.

  “You told me you took the position to protect Margaret.”

  I roll my eyes. “I’m clever and resourceful.” I quote him. “I would have found another way to protect her.”

  “True.” Rob’s lips twitch.

  “I’m giving up my dignity for you, discarding my professional pride.” I won�
��t have him laugh at me. “I was a project manager, in demand, valued. Now everyone will view me as your brainless sex toy.”

  “No one would dare.” His eyes harden. “We are a team, as Grant and Powers are a team. They’ll respect you as they respect me.”

  Employees do respect Trella, Powers’ assistant. They fear her almost as much as they fear the CEO.

  I don’t like the idea of Rob having made a greater gesture of caring than I have. Even in this, I’m competitive. “I expect, eventually, if our relationship works, you’ll want me to give up my apartment too, trade my home for yours.”

  “Our relationship will work.” His fingers curl around my shoulders, his grip on me intensifying. “And I don’t expect anything. You can live wherever you like as long as it is close to me.”

  “What are you saying?” I narrow my eyes. “You don’t want me to live with you?”

  “I want that desp—”

  “You only want me to stay at your place when it’s convenient for you? Well, fuck you.” I wiggle. Rob won’t let me go. “It’s Sunday. I usually do laundry on Sundays. That makes going to your place tonight extremely inconvenient for me. I—”

  “Tomorrow, I’m hiring people to move the entire contents of your apartment into the penthouse.” He pulls me tighter to him. “There’s a washing machine and a dryer there. You can do your laundry at our place.”

  Our place. That sounds good.

  “You don’t have time to hire anyone.” My anger deflates. “You haven’t officially hired me.” I eye Rob. “Are you expecting me to arrange the movers also?”

  The bastard smiles.

  I shake my head. “You’re getting the better part of this deal.”

  “I am.”

  His smugness lightens my heart. He wants me to move in with him, to share his life. He was willing to walk away from his job for me. “Do you have any other secrets?”

  Rob’s gaze shifts to the left. “You need clothes for tomorrow. We’ll drop by your apartment, pick some up.”

  We’ll pick up clothes for a few days, not simply for tomorrow, but that’s not what I wish to discuss right now. He’s avoiding my question. I peel my sticky breasts away from his chest and sit, my ass perched on his rock hard abs. “What don’t I know?”