“Yes…please.” She groans loudly the second I pop the button on her shorts and slide them down her legs. My cock strains at the sight of her tiny lace thong.
“Did you wear this for him?” I feel her shake her head but she doesn’t say anything. “Answer me. Did you wear this for him to see?” I run my finger around the edge of the fabric and her whole body quivers.
“No, not him.”
“You wanted someone else to see it?” My fingers wrap around the sides as I wait for her answer. She nods but I won’t continue until she answers me.
Once she realises I’ve stopped, she lifts her head from the wall and looks down at me. Fucking hell, she looks sexy coming apart.
Raising an eyebrow, I wait for her answer.
“You…I wanted you to fucking see it.”
Her anger is still burning bright behind her eyes, and I fucking love it. I rip the lace from her body before lifting one of her legs to free it from the confines of the fabric around her ankle.
Looking up at her glistening pussy makes my cock weep. I fight the urge to just fuck her and find my own release, but the selfish arsehole within me disappears in my need to watch her totally fall apart under my hands.
I feel her stare as I spread her legs. I see apprehension fill her eyes and it’s almost as endearing to me as her anger.
“You ready to scream my name, Gingernut?”
I don’t give her time to answer; instead I lean forward, part her, and suck on her clit—hard.
“Shit, fuck, Declan,” she squeals above me and my chest puffs out with pride.
When she starts really begging, I slide two fingers into her until I hit that magic spot that will ensure that everyone in a five mile radius will know she’s mine.
“DECLAN,” she screams as her orgasm hits. Her body pulsates against me and I continue sucking at her to ensure I drag out every last drop of pleasure.
I catch her body just in time for it collapse when I pull back. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand before lifting her and laying her down on my desk.
I take a step back and look at her laid out before me. Her hair is a wild mess hanging over the edge, her tits bounce with her laboured breathing, and her top is bunched up around her waist. Dropping my eyes lower, I take in her perfect little pussy, and her long arse legs that still have her shoes hanging from her feet.
Stepping back up to her, I grab the fabric of her top and pull it down her body, wanting nothing hindering my view of her flawless skin.
“Declan, that shouldn’t—” she tries to say but soon gets distracted when I drop my shorts to the floor. Propping herself up on her elbows, she shamelessly stares down at my solid cock. “Shit,” she mutters, concern filling her eyes.
“Trust me,” I whisper as I wrap my hand around myself.
“Never.”
I can’t help but laugh. She’s still trying to be angry even though the orgasm I just dragged out of her is still fogging her brain.
“Well, I guess you’d better learn to.” I step forward, line myself up with her and sink into her heat. “Holy shit, you were right!”
It takes a few seconds for her to register I said something, but when she does her eyelids open and she looks at me, the question she wants to ask filling her eyes.
“It is fucking magical.” The second she registers what I’ve just said, her eyes shine with amusement before she laughs. “Oh fuck,” I grunt as her pussy contracts around me. “I fucking love making you laugh.”
“I have a suspicion you like making me angry more.”
“Guilty,” I admit before thrusting forward and filling her to the hilt.
Chapter Eight
Nicole
Oh holy fuck. I just allowed Dec to screw me on his desk.
I’m sitting on the edge of said desk, naked, other than my wedges. Dec just disappeared into the shop equally as naked as he warned me to stay put.
I look around at the office we share and spot my clothes scattered around the place. Embarrassment floods me. I didn’t come here for that to happen…I don’t think. No, I came here to have it out with him for ruining my date, but the second he put his lips on me, I was a goner. Oh my god, his kiss. I lift my fingertips up to my lips as memories of what it felt like, how it consumed me, flow through my body once again. The images alone send more moisture down south. I’ve had the two most incredible orgasms of my life; how can I possibly want more? Because he was that good. Everything you hoped he would be.
Deciding I’m not going to sit here waiting for his possible return, I push myself off the desk and go about collecting up my clothes.
“What are you doing?” His deep rumble fills the room and I instantly stop, half bent down to pick up my bra.
“I should go,” I say, standing up and attempting to own the fact that I’m naked. It helps that he’s also gloriously naked. He’s stood leaning against the doorframe that leads to the shop, not caring one bit that I can see every single inch of him. Oh to have that body confidence.
“I don’t think so,” he says with a laugh, like what I just suggested is the most unbelievable thing he’s ever heard. “I haven’t finished with you yet.” The serious look on his face and the darkness of his eyes ensure my entire body clenches.
I’m suddenly reminded of how I ended up here in the first place. “You fucking ruined my date. I shouldn’t be doing anything you tell me to.”
He shrugs his shoulders. “Just doing what had to be done.”
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
“He wasn’t right for you. He didn’t deserve to get to touch you.”
“We went out for dinner, for fuck’s sake. It wasn’t some seedy hook-up in a back alley.”
“And you came here for a fight, and look how that ended.”
“This is different.”
“How?”
“Because it’s you.” He stares at me, waiting for me to explain. “You’re just always there, getting under my skin, pissing me off.”
“And doesn’t it feel good, me getting under your skin?”
Embarrassment heats my cheeks and it reminds me that I’m standing here having this argument, naked.
“Fuck you, Declan,” I continue collecting up my clothes.
“Oh, I love it when you say my name like that.” My clothes are ripped from my fingers and thrown back on the floor. Dec pulls me to him, one hand in my hair, the other gripping my arse. “You need to fuck that anger out of your system until you realise I did you a favour.”
“Fuck. Off.” I fight, but I know it’s pointless. There’s no way I could walk away from this arsehole right now, even if I wanted to.
I wake with the most horrendous backache. Stretching my legs out and rolling over, I realise I’m lying on something really hard. What the fuck happened last ni…oh fuck!
Sitting up, I pull the blanket tighter around my chest and look to my side.
“Good morning, Gingernut.”
“Fuck, I thought it was a nightmare.” I drop my head into my hands as memories from last night slam into me. Against the wall, on his desk…over my desk, the floor…fuck.
“If that was a nightmare, I’d love to know what a sweet dream’s like.”
“I need to go.” I pull what I now realise is a picnic blanket with me to cover up, not giving two fucks that it’ll leave him bare. “Where the fuck are my clothes?” I bark.
“You don’t need them.”
“What I need is to go home. I’ve got to work later, and my boss is a dickhead.”
“I’m sure you know how to handle him.”
“Clothes, Declan.”
When I turn around, he’s standing, still not giving a shit about being naked, and hard. “What?” he asks innocently. “I warned you about what it does to me when you say my name.”
“You’re fucking unbelievable. Now give me my clothes.”
“You don’t need them for what I’ve got planned.”
“That,” I say, gesturing to
wards the floor and both desks, “is not happening again.”
“Not right now, no. I’ve got something else in mind. But you’re wrong, because it will be happening again.”
“A little presumptuous, don’t you think?”
“Nah, I’m the best you’ve had. You’ll be begging me for more.”
I open my mouth to argue, but a memory of me saying those exact words as I was under him last night hits me. Why the fuck did I tell him that? I stamp down the voice inside that screams because it’s the truth and put it down to the vodka I consumed.
“Here, put this on.” Some fabric is thrown at me and when I unravel it, I see that it’s a Dec’s surf bikini. “Just put it on, Ginge,” he adds before I get a chance to question him.
Deciding I’d rather be wearing a minuscule string bikini with his name on my left tit than be naked, I reluctantly put the fucking thing on.
“Here, take this,” Dec says, handing me a board when I find him in the shop, thankfully now wearing a pair of shorts. Him naked might be a sight to behold, but it was getting awkward, us having a conversation with his cock staring at me. This whole situation is weird enough without that.
“I really should get home.”
“Shut the fuck up, Ginge, and follow me.”
When we step out, I see the sun has just risen over the horizon, casting a stunning glow across the bay.
“It’s a beautiful morning. It’d be a shame to waste it by running home, don’t you think?”
I don’t answer, because at this point I really don’t know what I think.
Silently, we walk down to the sea. I would have thought it would be awkward after the night we shared, but I feel more confortable in his company that I usually would.
“I’m assuming you’ve never done this before.”
“Nope. I’m a virgin.”
“I can guarantee you’re not,” he says with a wink.
He spends a few minutes going through the basics on the sand, and I mostly manage to put the memories of last night aside to concentrate on what I need to be doing.
“Ready to give it a try?”
“Uh…” After a night that started with vodka and ended with an insane amount of sex, I’m pretty sure this is a bad idea. I already have aching muscles I didn’t know I had. “Sure.”
He must see my hesitation because he grabs my hand and pulls me out to sea.
“Fuck, it’s cold. Shouldn’t we be wearing wetsuits or something?”
“Normally, yes, but I didn’t want to cover up your beautiful skin.”
“Beautiful?” The words sound so strange coming out of his mouth after all the years of teasing.
Dec pulls me against his chest and looks into my eyes. “Yes, beautiful. Just don’t tell anyone else I said it,” he adds with a laugh before continuing to pull me into the water. I flinch when the coldness hits my stomach but he doesn’t allow me to stop.
I want to say that my first attempt at surfing was fun, but it was mostly me falling very inelegantly and getting a mouthful of sea water while Dec watched with an amused look on his face. Apparently, I’m not a natural like he was hoping.
“Well that was…an experience,” I say as we make our way out of the water.
“Nah, you just need some more practice.”
I look at him out of the corner of my eye like he’s talking nonsense, but his face is serious.
“You just want to spend more time with me in a bikini.”
“I’d prefer more time with you out of it. Come on.” He drops his board, grabs my hand, and pulls me off in a different direction down the beach. My shock means I also drop my board and have to jog to keep up with his speed.
“Where are we going?”
“You’ll see.”
After a few minutes of powerwalking down the beach, we get to the end. But that doesn’t stop Dec, who just walks us into the water and around the rocks sticking out into the sea. My breath catches when a little enclosed bay appears in front of me.
The second we’re out of the water, Dec pulls me in front of him and his lips descend on mine. I can’t help the groan that rumbles up my throat as his tongue tangles with mine. I’ve been trying to ignore the nagging within me that’s wanted a repeat of last night. I’ve convinced myself that it couldn’t have been as good as I remember. My brain was clouded by anger and alcohol; it could all be in my imagination…Although the way my body sings just from his kiss alone makes me think it could all be very real.
His hands run up my back before I feel him tugging on the ties of my top. In seconds, he has them undone, and the fabric is fluttering to the ground. His hands cup my breasts, and when his fingers pinch my nipples, my head rolls back, giving him the opportunity to suck on my neck. My hands seek him out as my body comes alive under his touch. I thread one hand into his hair and grip to stop him pulling back as the other slides down his toned abs until I find the waistband of his shorts. Squeezing my hand past the elastic, I find him hot and hard beneath. He moans loudly as I wrap my hand around him and slowly start to pump.
“What are you fucking doing to me, Gingernut?” he mumbles against my chest. I wish I had the answer because I seem to be under the same spell. I don’t even like him!
I’m panting long before I feel his fingers tug at the ties resting on my hips. Once they’re gone, Dec lowers me to the damp sand below our feet.
He drops his shorts and I watch as his cock springs free. My core clenches in anticipation. Dropping to his knees before me, he grabs my legs and wraps them around his waist before slowly sinking into me, making us both moan. His lips come back to mine as he rocks into me painfully slowly, but the sensation makes my impending orgasm build faster than I expected.
“Let go,” he whispers in my ear, and I feel the first wave of my release before he’s finished talking.
Dec grunts as I clench down around him. “Fucking magical pussy,” he mutters, seconds before I feel him twitch inside me.
He falls onto the sand next to me as he tries to catch his breath. Propping myself up on my elbow, I gaze down at him. His blonde hair’s a mess, his eyes are shut, and his cheeks pink from his exertion. I continue my journey down over his pecks and run around each indent and line of his stomach before dropping to his cock. It twitches and I know I’ve been caught.
Chancing a glance up to his face, I see I’m correct when I find bright blue eyes staring back at me.
“Enjoying the view?” The smug look on his face reminds me why I don’t like him, and how all of this is wrong.
“I need to get back.” Jumping up from the sand, I grab my bikini and start pulling the damp fabric on as best I can. Dec’s eyes are on me the entire time, but I try to ignore the burning sensation it causes as he examines every inch of me.
Once I’m done, he stands, but his eyes don’t leave the Dec’s Surf logo on my chest.
“Just because I have your name on my left tit, it doesn’t mean you own me.”
“I’m not so sure about that,” he mutters as he pulls his shorts on.
He goes to grab my hand to lead me away from our little silent paradise, but reality has managed to find a way back into my lust filled brain and I’m starting to realise what a colossal mistake I’ve made. I’ve slept with not only my boss, but my best friend’s brother, and the guy I’ve hated for as many years as I can remember. Nothing good can come of this. Not one single thing.
The walk back to the shack is in silence. I’ve got too many thoughts and regrets running rampant in my head to consider vocalising them.
“I’ll be back for work in a few hours. Emily and Freya are opening up,” I say once I’ve pulled last night’s clothes back on.
Finding my car where I abandoned it in the car park behind the shack, I get myself in the driver’s seat and rest my head back as the past few hours once again play out on repeat in my brain. What the fuck was I thinking?
I hope and pray all the way back to Lilly’s that no one will be up. It’s still early but the s
econd I step into the house, I know it was all for nothing when I hear noise coming from the kitchen. Unable to sneak past without being spotted, I’m forced to stop and say good morning to a very shocked Lilly.
“I didn’t think I heard you come in last night. What happened to it not being that kind of date?” she asks with a wink.
“It wasn’t,” I mutter. I really don’t want to tell Lilly who I spent the night with, but at the same time, I also don’t want to lie to her.
“So where have you been?”
“With Dec.”
“All night?” Her voice raises a note or two with surprise. I shouldn’t be surprised; if I hadn’t experienced it myself and still felt the after effects, I wouldn’t believe it either.
“I need coffee.”
“I’ll allow that, but then you’ve got some explaining to do.”
Muttering my agreement, I walk off to the coffee machine and make myself the strongest it’ll offer as I try to figure out how I’m going to explain this to Lilly.
“I’m sorry, run this by me again. You went to have it out with him for ruining your date, and you ended up screwing him in his office?”
“Something like that.” Ashamed, I drop my head into my hands.
“So what now? Are you…together?”
“What? No, no, no.”
“So what?”
“I think we both know it was a mistake of epic proportions, fuelled by my anger and alcohol. I think we all know Dec and I are not a suitable match.”
“Or you could be perfect,” Lilly whispers into her mug.
“You did not just say that.” I stare at her like I must have just misheard.
“What? I’m just saying that you might not actually hate each other.”
“No, I’m pretty sure I hate him.”
“So you accidentally had sex with him?”
“Well, no.”
“Exactly, you wanted it. You like him more than you want to admit.”
“It doesn’t matter anyway, because he hates me—always has.” Suddenly a thought hits me and I want to throw up. “It was probably just a bet or something.” I’ve seen Dec with his friends and the kind of fun they have together. Something like that wouldn’t be too hard to imagine. “I wonder what he wins for bagging the girl he hates and his sister’s best friend?” I laugh but it’s anything but sincere, and Lilly sees right through it.
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