by Bete Noire
“Yes, but that was a relationship that built into a friendship over time. And there was no chance of it being construed as a sexual situation.”
He smiled broadly. “So you are thinking about us together.”
“Dane, I find you extraordinarily frustrating on many levels.” She drew a deep breath and let it out in small puffs. “And don’t start strutting like a peacock. I used the word ‘construed’ on purpose.”
“Is there a man in your life?”
“No.” She turned away, swapping out a finished page and replacing it with the next.
“A woman then?”
She didn’t answer, just glowered at him.
“Well, if you change your mind, just let me know.”
“I won’t change my mind, but I will offer you a bit of unsolicited advice.”
“Go ahead.”
“You’re toying with people’s lives and livelihoods. If you’re going to drop any bombs on them, do it quick. Everyone is on edge, including me. And you’ve already assured me I still have my job.”
“I’ll take it under advisement,” he said, rising to his full height. When she figured he’d turn and leave, he stalled. “Just one thing,” he told her and leaned forward, dropping his lips over hers. His kiss started out tender and built to something much more intense.
Diana knew she should pull away, and wanted to, but she didn’t. When he grasped her by her shoulders and drew her upward, she allowed him to maneuver her body against his. Their tongues tangled, and she could feel his erection pressing against her belly. Her pussy was going all wet, and her nipples were hard, so hard they almost ached. She wanted to grasp his hand and place it on her breast, pushing his fingers against her skin. Just when she thought to make the move, Dane pulled back. He held her a moment to steady her on her feet before letting go.
“Think about my invitation. We’d be good together.”
Diana dropped back in her seat and pressed the back of her hand against her well-kissed lips. She wanted to shift her jeans to pull them from between her pussy lips but didn’t. Instead, she just stared at him.
Finally, she managed a simple question. “For how long?”
“For as long as it lasts.” With that, he turned and left her sitting alone in front of her computer. She decided he had to know what kind of reaction he’d triggered inside her. It was very apparent he was aroused. Now if she could just stop her heart from racing and get her mind back on her own job.
She was thankful the week was over. While there were no more kissing moments, she began to wonder what it would truly be like to be touched by him. From their earlier kiss, she knew his cock was long and thick, knew he’d stretch her body in ways it had never known before. After doing her housekeeping and errands on Saturday, she was ready for a sedate Sunday with their newspaper and many naps.
Dane knew showing up at Diana’s door unannounced would earn him a bit of attitude, but he didn’t care. Since taking over the paper, she’d become embedded in his mind. He had known last week not to kiss her and not to touch her, but he had. She hadn’t pushed him away. He took that as a good sign for their future. Since he knew his ulterior motive, and she was clueless, he’d have to be careful for a bit longer. He and Sloan had spent too many hours researching and ultimately settling in New Orleans because of her. He wasn’t sure what he expected from her today, only human contact. He decided she had no real idea how beautiful she truly was. Locked in that basement, she’d become accustomed to not having regular human contact.
He knew about her history, her family, and her schooling. He’d done his research on all the employees before making a final decision about the purchase. While he and Sloan had decided New Orleans was their relocation destination because of their quest, they’d had several choices of businesses to consider purchasing. It was Sloan who seemed to have a knack for reading Walter’s subconscious desire to retire and relocate when they’d come in contact at a restaurant. Dane knew Sloan’s abilities with people in general were an asset to their partnership. This was just one more point of proof.
They’d done the research on the employees. They’d known Diana was living in New Orleans but weren’t sure the newspaper was their best investment. It would keep her close to them until they were able to reveal their true motives regarding her. As soon as Sloan had become aware of her existence, he’d made the decision to move south. Once there, the decision to take over the newspaper had come naturally. It was a sound investment for them, one they could oversee but not have to work every day. Sloan already had a manager in mind for the daily routine. Walter had been more than willing to walk away for the right amount of money. Not that it had been a hostile takeover, more like being in the right place at the right time. Beyond Diana, this was a sound investment for the men. That it would put them in Diana’s realm was a bonus.
Sloan had warned Dane about showing his feelings for Diana and the need not to alienate her. They had spent a long time trying to find their woman. Now that they had, Sloan wanted to be cautious until she came to trust them. Revealing their secret to her had to be done carefully, or she’d think they were crazy and bolt. Neither man wanted to have to chase her if their secret unnerved her. Both men had uses for her in the near future, and Sloan didn’t want Dane to screw that up. Dane knew when the time was right, Sloan would make his appearance and his ploy for Diana.
In the meantime, she was fair game for Dane as long as he didn’t reveal their long-term plan or the reason for it. Dane rationalized that if she was already intimate with him, already enamored, or possibly in love, their transition to a threesome would be easier. Sloan could talk any woman into anything he needed or wanted from them. Usually, his looks won women over. Sometimes he had to put a bit of effort into it, but he always got what he wanted, for as long as he wanted. It didn’t bother Dane that he’d eventually share Diana with Sloan as long as he had her to himself for a while first. He and Sloan had known since they’d met years earlier that their paths were joined in an incomprehensible way. Sloan had carried the burden longer than he, but once he’d understood how they were connected, Dane couldn’t walk away. So now here he was, standing outside Diana’s front door, poised to knock and insinuate himself into her life.
He switched hands, holding the bag of fresh beignets, and knocked on her door. He wanted fresh coffee to go with them and found his stomach rumbling. He really should remember to eat more regularly. For him, meals were a passing phase to be enjoyed when he had the time, shoveled down when he was busy. Sometimes he craved certain foods, but other times he couldn’t stand the sight or smell of a particular item. It all evened out for him because he was healthy, so he didn’t worry about it. He knocked a second time and heard her footsteps coming toward him. As she pulled open the door, he fixed his best smile on his lips and hoped she’d invite him in of her own accord. It would be better for all of them if she came to her own conclusion that she wanted to spend time with him.
“What are you doing here?” she asked as soon as she pulled the heavy wooden door inward. She was staring at him through narrowed eyes, obviously annoyed.
Dane held up the bag of fresh pastries and hoped she’d soften. He wasn’t in the mood to have to maneuver her mind to his purposes. “I was hoping you’d offer fresh coffee to go with these.”
There was no need to read her mind. She was annoyed, and from the flush on her cheeks, a bit excited. It didn’t help him that she was wearing cotton pants with a drawstring waist in a soft-pink plaid with a solid-pink T-shirt that showed her flat belly. She was braless, and he had to take a deep breath to control his erection.
“What part of ‘I don’t want to date my boss’ don’t you get?” She didn’t open the door wide. Instead, she held it as she leaned against the doorframe.
“Don’t think of this as a date—just two single people who don’t want to be alone.”
“That’s where you’re wrong. I don’t mind being alone. In fact, I’d prefer it.”
He held th
e bag a bit higher. “These are getting cold.”
“What if I told you I didn’t care?”
“I’d say you’re a woman with much too much good taste to let these go to waste.”
“What if I told you I was a lesbian and didn’t want your attention?”
Dane didn’t hold back his hearty laugh. “I’d say you’re a liar and a poor one at that. Come on, Diana, give a guy a break.”
“I’d like to break something…” She let out a huff and finally opened the door wider. She walked away and left him to enter on his own. After he closed the door behind him, he stood in the entrance to her living room. She stood in the middle of the room, watching him with a leery look. “Coffee and you’re out of here.” She made a point of passing him with as much space between them as the room would allow. “Come on, the kitchen’s back here.”
Dane knew getting Diana to accept him was going to be difficult. Beyond being her boss, he wanted a relationship that had substance. She struck him as a woman with a brain and a body. He and Sloan had pegged her to eventually run the paper when they were distracted with other things. None of that would happen unless she relaxed and accepted him and, eventually, Sloan.
He met her in the kitchen, noting it was a small but clean space without a lot of cabinets. The coffee she was brewing smelled good. In New Orleans, everyone was expected to make good coffee. Diana didn’t let him down. She was reluctant to look at him, and he had to wait for her to turn to get her attention.
“I know you’re not happy I stopped by,” he started, not sure where the rest of his statement was going.
She was difficult to read. She had no idea of her true ability yet and probably never would unless Sloan found her. She’d led a very normal, quiet, stable life until now. He almost felt bad knowing she would never be the same in a very short time, and she could never go back to the naive woman he was standing before. But all this had been destined centuries ago, and neither he nor Sloan had a choice.
Finally, he lost his patience. The entire time he’d been there, she’d kept her back to him and hadn’t tried to make polite conversation. “You know, most people would feel obligated to hold a conversation with their guest.”
“You’re not an invited guest.” With that, she did turn around and face him. “In fact, you’re an interloper. I’ve tried to be polite at work when you asked me out, and that obviously didn’t work. So here’s the deal.” She turned back to the counter, and he watched her pull down two black mugs and fill them with the fresh brew. He noted she was very careful to put them on the counter beside her, within his reach. She didn’t offer him milk for the coffee but pushed the sugar bowl toward him. “From now on, we will be polite at the office. You will not make excuses to invade my privacy while at home. There is no reason for you to be here. I’m not looking for a friend or a lover.” She finally turned to look at him. “I like spending my time alone. Do we understand each other? This is your first and last drop-by visit.”
Dane knew this was worse, watching her breasts rise and fall with each breath. That was when he lost his composure. He took a step forward, and she took one back. With one more step, she was pressed against the counter and had nowhere else to retreat. He stared at her, watching her eyes. He didn’t need to be a mind reader to know her thoughts were of hate and loathing. At the moment he didn’t care what she wanted. He knew from their kiss the other day at work, the moment he touched her, she’d melt inside and accept him. He could have kissed her. Instead, he reached his index finger and drew it across her cheek, down to her lips, and back and forth over them. In that instant, he felt all her resistance melt away. He could feel her body arching toward him, and he took full advantage of it, wrapping his arms around her. Diana reacted, reaching her hands to his shoulders, her fingers pinching his skin until their lips met.
Their kiss started hot and heavy and built until she was the aggressor. It was her hand that reached for his and drew it across her belly, under her shirt, and to her breast. He took that move as a sign of acceptance. His fingers closed around her nipple, rolling it between them. Her groan spurred him to continue. He needed no mind tricks to take her now. She’d become the aggressor, her hands running along his chest until she started to unbutton his shirt. He used his weight to push her back against the counter, sliding his hands to her waist and picking her up until she sat on the countertop. He drew her shirt up to expose her breasts. Diana was the one who dropped her hands to the material and drew it up and over her head, tossing it to the floor. His mouth was instantly to her skin, drawing her nipple between his lips. She groaned, and he sucked harder. Switching sides, he used his hands to pump her breasts as he sucked.
Dane had to restrain himself from nipping at her, his teeth almost breaking the skin on the side of her breast. He knew she’d have a bruise there tomorrow, but he hadn’t bitten her to break her skin. How he wanted to, but he knew that would come later.
Her hands pushed his shirt from his shoulders as she continued to run her fingers along his chest. He kept one nipple to his lips and dropped one hand to her crotch, rubbing her clit with the heel of his hand. If she’d been accepting before, now she was just pliable. Dane continued to rub her and suck her, knowing from her breathing he had her close to an orgasm. With a bit more pressure, she did come, shaking against him, her head thrown back.
He didn’t give her time to think or recover. Lifting her from the counter, he placed her on the small kitchen table. He pulled the string on her pants and drew them down her legs then tossed them on the floor. With a slight shift, his lips were on her clit. Diana let her weight fall back onto the table and accepted his attentions. With one hand on her breast, rolling her nipple, he continued to suck her clit while running his fingers up and down along her pussy lips. She was wet, hot from her climax. It was easy to slip his index finger inside her. She didn’t stop him. She pushed her body closer to him, taking his finger deeper. He slid a second finger beside it, and she accepted that, too. She was writhing on the table, pushing her body against his lips and fingers.
“Come inside me,” she whispered. “Dane, come inside me now. I need to feel your cock inside me.” Glancing up at him, she gave him a sly smile. “If you’re not going to fuck me with your cock, use another finger.”
This was a side of her he wasn’t prepared for. She was an intensely sensual woman, knowing what she wanted once she started. He liked that she was blunt with her needs and spoke her mind. He had a passing thought that Sloan would be pleased with her even more once he knew the sexual side of her personality. When she committed her body to sex, she wanted everything. He hid his smile while licking her clit.
Dane knew she had buried this sexual side of her being deep down. She’d pushed it away to keep from getting hurt by any man. “Are you sure?” he asked, fucking her pussy faster. “Once I’m inside you, you’ll be mine.”
“Just fuck me, damn you. It’s what you came here for, what you wanted. Just do it, now.”
“Remember you asked me to fuck you,” he said, still keeping his fingers embedded in her pussy as he used his other hand to undo his belt and pants. He dug in his pocket and pulled out a condom before pushing his pants down his thighs, and then he drew his fingers from her body.
It was only seconds before his cock was sheathed and stretching her pussy wide to accommodate his length and girth. She writhed under him, shifting him until she had him where she wanted him within her body. Dane didn’t hold back. He used his cock to fuck her until he felt his own orgasm building. He’d been horny since the day he first saw her, and now he found himself holding back to savor the long awaited release.
“Harder, Dane,” Diana said, reaching to his waist and tugging him closer. “Make me come.” Then she used her hand to tug his hair until he looked at her, staring into her green eyes with each thrust. “Come inside me and lick your cum from me.”
He decided it was a challenge, one he accepted with ease. His fingers bit into her hips, and he held her tight t
o the edge of the table, thrusting deeper inside her until he was about to come. Pulling out quickly, he tore off the condom and came on her pussy and clit. He pushed two fingers back inside her and could feel her body react, her inner muscles milking him. Her whole body shuddered, and he pushed his fingers deeper into her pussy, dropping to his knees and licking his cum from her pussy, savoring the droplets of his cum that dripped from her lower lips.
“Oh God, push your fingers deeper in me, Dane. Finger me while you lick me.”
“Never disappoint a lady,” he told her and slid another finger inside her. He continued to lick her pussy lips and clit, lapping at his cum mixed with hers. “You taste amazing.” He pushed his fingers deeper in her pussy before letting them slide almost all the way out of her, pushing them back. The continued motion had her attention. With each inward push, she’d inhale, and with each withdrawal, she’d exhale with what he decided was exasperation. “Diana.” He waited until she gave him her attention. “I want more.”
He was surprised by the sly smile she gave him. “Take what you want. What will make you hard again so you can fuck me again?”
He almost laughed, not wanting to tell her he was always hard, only he’d learned to control his cock years ago.
“Anything?” he asked, wanting her to make the decision.
“Yes, anything. Just do me again or let me suck you.”
“Next time,” he told her and went back to her pussy.
She was hot and wet, her cum slipping from her body and mixing with his on his fingers. He pulled them from her pussy and brought them to her lips. Instantly, she sucked them between her lips and licked them clean.
“You are one hot lady,” he told her and pulled his fingers away, pushing them back in her pussy for a few quick thrusts. Then he withdrew them and grasped her thighs, pushing her legs toward her shoulders.
Dane liked that she was spread wide to him, accepting him. He licked from her clit to her anus and back. When she didn’t complain, he did it again and again. Dane reached down to his pants and took another condom from his pocket, bringing it to his mouth to hold the edge as he tore the package open then covered his cock with one hand while holding her in place with the other. With a simple step forward, he slid his erection in her pussy. Her sigh was his reward.
