by Zoe Dawson
He slapped her ass once, then again, the slight sting only adding to the heightened arousal of every cell in her body.
A growl rolled up his throat, and she felt him shudder. Fisting her hair more tightly, he locked an arm around her waist, holding her still, in ultimate control of her body, their movements, and her pleasure.
“Geezus you’re so tight,” he whispered. “I could fuck you forever.”
His hand glided lower as he continued to drive into her, slipping over her pubic bone and working his fingers between her thighs, where she was wet with wanting and aching for his touch.
When he touched her, she trembled and cried out, melting.
The second stroke tore a low, ragged moan from her throat. His mouth opened on her neck as he laved her skin, and sank his teeth in again. The triple sensual assault of his mouth, his cock, and his fingers manipulating her body shattered her defenses, and she came on a long, deep orgasm.
Shane held her immobile against the shower room tiles, now heated from her body. His face buried in her hair. Finally he took an unsteady breath and raised his head. He ran his tongue along her throat. “Damn, you taste like pure heaven.”
He pulled out and spun her around. He lifted her against him and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He shoved into her again, his eyes fiercely holding hers and he pumped into her, until he groaned deeply, burying his face in her neck. He groaned again, thrusting deep and slow, then pulling out and shoving in one more time. He pressed her against the wall as if she weighed nothing.
She cupped his face as he panted and recovered, running her sensitive palms over the sexy stubble. “If you’d been in the weight room like you were supposed to be, none of this would have happened.”
He took a breath, exhaled slowly. “Then I’m really glad that I decided I needed an early workout. I wouldn’t have missed this for anything, Cat.” He gave her a wicked grin. “Did you watch me in the shower the whole time?”
“Yes and I enjoyed every moment.”
“Glad I could oblige.” He kissed her while he let her slip down his body, supporting her until her toes touched the tiles. Quickly she put her clothes back on and followed him out of the shower room. While he was dressing at his locker, Cat leaned in, snagged his jersey, and folded it neatly.
“What are you doing?”
“Taking something to remember you by.”
Shane’s hands froze on the top button of his shirt. “I see. This is one time only.”
“If we give in, then it won’t be forbidden. Will it?”
He huffed a heated breath. “You’re killing me, Cat.” Shane hit the locker with the heel of his hand and paced away. “Damn that rule. I have half a mind to go up to Hardass Harding’s office and tell him I’m going to see you and there’s nothing he can do about it.”
“He can take away the promotion I’ve worked so hard to get, Shane.”
He cupped her face and threaded his fingers through her hair, studying her expression, looking deep into her eyes.
Cat looked away. “I’ve got to get over to the hotel. I should have been there a half an hour ago, but I’ll have to go to my apartment first. This dress is a mess and I need a new bra.”
“I’ll do whatever you want me to do, Cat. Just don’t ask me to stay away from you.”
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She had to interact with Shane almost every day, and it was torture. He constantly found opportunities to say or do something calculated to drive her crazy. The memory of him taking her in the shower made her yearn. She didn’t think she’d ever yearned for a man before. She watched all his practices, and she noticed how Dick Samuels was watching her. She tried to shrug it off, but she had to wonder if he had figured out something was up between her and Shane.
And as she ached and yearned, it was soon Halloween and time for the Touch the Moon fundraiser. She walked into the party, which was decked out with big full moons, witches flying on their broomsticks across the faces. Ghosts hung creepily from the ceiling, and black cats and pumpkins were glowing menacingly in every corner, the demonic faces grinning out at her.
The room was so dim she couldn’t be sure if Shane was already here. He wasn’t scheduled to deliver his speech until later. She missed him, and wanted to connect, even if only briefly.
Then she felt a presence behind her and, before she could turn or say anything, someone pushed her out of sight behind a curtain. He pressed her up against the wall with his very heavy body, his mouth against her neck.
“You make a very delectable angel to my beast boy,” he said softly. “You gave me a hard-on.”
“Well, that wasn’t very angelic of me,” she said. He chuckled and turned her around. She smiled into his dark eyes, reaching up and running her fingers along the amazing pointed green ears. His skin was green, too, on all exposed parts of his body. When he smiled she could see fangs. His body was encased in black spandex that delineated every muscle he had, including the one between his legs.
“Tell me your cock is green, too,” she whispered, and then realized the music would mask their conversation.
He chuckled. “You’ll have to look to find out.”
Every time this man got close to her, she lost all rationality. He smelled like soap, shampoo and exciting male. Her insides just melted and then she was kissing him.
He slipped his hand under her hair, tugging her down, and she willingly went to her knees, her face level with that huge bulge in his pants. “You’ll have to help me out here. I can’t go out there in front of everybody and deliver my speech with a freaking hard-on. It’s your fault, so be an angel and take care of it.”
“How am I supposed to…ah…get access to that…secret weapon?”
He chuckled again. “There’s a handy flap.”
“Oh, so there is,” she said, opening it and reaching inside to release his stiff shaft and balls.
“Ohmigod. It is green. Just for me?”
“Just for you, babe,” he grinned.
He stroked his fingers along the length of his cock, and she watched, fascinated, as he thickened even more. She brought her face closer and he rubbed the broad, swollen head against her lips. “Take me.”
Then his hand fisted in her hair, tightened as if to keep her from pulling away, but she wasn’t going anywhere. She submitted to his domination because she wanted to pleasure him.
She let her eyes stroll up the length of his body and, holding his hot gaze, she parted her lips and took him as deep as she could, surrounding him in wet heat and the silken caress of her tongue along the underside of his shaft. She relaxed her throat, practically swallowing him while his hand cupped the back of her head, holding her, guiding her, as his hips rocked rhythmically and his cock slid in and out of her mouth.
The people just outside their curtained alcove made it even more likely she could be caught—during a business function, sucking Shane off. But the risk only heightened the pleasure.
“Geeezzzuusss,” he hissed, and a muscle in his jaw stood out as he gritted his teeth to keep quiet.
She knew he was about to come; she could taste the change in him, hot and salty, could feel the steady throb of the vein running along the underside of his cock, and his testicles were drawn up close to his body. A shudder rocked him, and she swirled her tongue over the engorged, sensitive tip, then closed her lips tightly over the crown and sucked, hard, pushing him higher, increasing his pleasure with each stroke of her mouth on his sex. He groaned, closed his eyes, panting. Oh, so close. His stomach muscles tightened. “Oh, fuck,” he said, more a growl then a word.
His hips surged, and he threw his head back, shuddering, coming for her while she worked him over hard. She looked up at him to watch. He had pressed his hands flat against the wall. His mouth open, his breathing was ragged, his eyes dark with passion and a hunger as raw as the one she was satisfying in herself.
She took her time settling his cock back against his body and doing up the flap as his hand caressed her scalp.
A muffled sound and the hush of cloth falling back into place brought Cat out of her languor. She broke away from Shane just in time to see the curtain fall into place. Was that a puff of air from someone walking by, or had someone been standing there listening…or watching?
“Oh, God,” she whispered. Could someone have seen her? Them? Her heart was in her throat.
Shane stepped closer while she peered out into the crowd. “What’s wrong?”
She couldn’t hide the panic in her voice. “I think someone saw us.”
“Are you sure?” Shane asked, looking out as well, scanning the crowd.
“No.” She grabbed his arm and pulled him back behind the curtain
She glanced at her watch. “Damn, it’s almost time for your speech.”
She smoothed her hand over his groin to make sure he was fully covered. And recovered.
“You trying to get me hard again?”
“No, just making sure you’re decent.”
He bent his head and breathed in her ear. “I’m not decent. At all.”
She sucked in a breath. “Knock ‘em dead.”
“I will. The money’s as good as in the bank.”
Shane strode up to the podium and the room quieted. Then he began to speak. He had totally discarded her speech and spoke from the heart about his mother, about his luck, and about other people just like him who couldn’t get a free ride. When he finished, there wasn’t a dry eye in the house, including hers.
Cat turned away to dab at her eyes and encountered the knowing, smirking face of Dick Samuels.
Her heart lurched into her throat. Does he know? He was staring at her, then at Shane.
“Well, we’re getting close to the announcement of the promotion. Who do you think it’ll be?”
The weasel. He was taunting her. She could feel it in her bones. That self-satisfied smirk made her skin crawl.
“I guess we’ll just have to wait to see who they decide is the best fit for the job,” Cat said, giving nothing away. He wouldn’t see her sweat.
Lizzy came up to Cat with a beaming, megawatt smile. “Shane was amazing.” When she saw Dick, she stopped talking. “I’m sorry to interrupt.”
“No problem,” Cat said, “Dick was just leaving.”
After he was out of earshot, Lizzy said, “What a dick. I sure hope you get the promotion so you can rub it in his snotty face.”
“Yeah.”
“He’s creepy.” Lizzy said, shuddering.
Cat turned to her assistant, not wanting to dampen her triumph with potential bad news. If Dick had seen her, she was toast, but he hadn’t said anything, and she couldn’t imagine Dick would be able to resist rubbing it in if he had. She was probably off the hook. “You’ve been having a fun evening?”
Her assistant looked pensive.
“You pining over Tyler Davis again?”
“He’s way too young for me, Cat. Give it a rest.”
“You and that rookie running back.” Cat rolled her eyes, then peered closer at Lizzy’s face. “Is that drool?”
“What?” She went to check her mouth and then laughed and shoved Cat. “Stop it. All I can do is look and fantasize.” Lizzy closed her eyes and pretended to swoon. “Damn, he’s so gorgeous.”
“And eight years younger than you are, Lizzy. Is my Little Miss Goody-Two Shoes a cradle robber? Who would have guessed?”
“I was making an observation,” Lizzy sniffed.
“There will be plenty more fundraisers to ogle him.” Cat said, searching the room. “At the very least, you can continue to watch his practices with me.”
“I only caught a glimpse of him, and then he left right after Shane’s speech. That was a killer. I thought one of the guys at my table was going to start blubbering.”
Shane came off the stage and Lizzy said her goodbyes.
Cat wished she could give Shane a hug. He looked like he could use one. “That was a really touching speech.”
He shrugged. “It was the truth.” Then he softly added, “I want to slowly strip that dress from your body and kiss every inch of you.”
“My place or yours?” Cat replied, just as softly. The room was clearing out.
“Mine. I want to show you something.”
“I’ve already seen it and it’s quite impressive.” She bobbed her eyebrows.
He laughed. “Not that.”
“I’m disappointed.”
“Come home with me and you won’t be.”
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All the way over to his house, Cat debated telling Shane about Dick. Yet the jerk hadn’t threatened her or even mentioned her kissing Shane, much less anything else they’d been doing. By the time she got to Shane’s house, she talked herself out of mentioning it at all. It was pure speculation, anyway.
He lived in Sunset Heights, an area populated with the rich and famous. His house was huge and a bit intimidating. Shane always seemed so reserved and modest. It was hard to believe he owned such a palatial home.
“This is very impressive.”
“Thanks,” he said casually, as if she was talking about his trailer sitting in a trailer park.
A golden retriever met them at the door with a soft woof. “Hey, Sunshine.” He bent down and rubbed at the dog’s silky fur while the tail went a mile a minute. “Cat, this is Sunshine. I call her Sunny for short.”
Cat bent down and the eager golden sniffed her hand and then gave her a lick. She caressed the dog’s head and—just like that—she was in love. “Shane, she’s beautiful.”
“Wait till you see this. Come on, girl,” he said, heading through the impressive foyer and living room until they reached a set of French doors. Shane went through them to a pool area and a garden complete with a Koi pond.
The dog immediately went to the water and put her nose in. A huge golden, red, and black Koi came right up to the side of the pond and nuzzled the dog.
“That’s amazing. Are they kissing?”
“Yeah. They love each other. I’ve never seen anything like it.”
He grabbed her hands and tugged her toward the pool. “Want to go swimming?”
Before she could reply, he unsnapped the catch on her provocative glittering tutu and pulled it off her. When she was naked, he stripped too, and they slid into the warm water. Shane leaned against the side of the pool, supported by the stairs and drew her between his legs as she settled with a moan onto his thick, hard cock.
“Stay with me tonight, Cat,” he said as she started to move her hips.
No way was she going to object. It was what she wanted.
They shared a long, beautiful night of lovemaking. In the morning Shane made her breakfast in bed and she threw tidbits to his sweet golden. Afterward, they drove down the coast and took a hike on the beach, away from anyone who could recognize either of them.
Even as she loved him deep into the night, she knew she needed to tell him in the morning that she had to end it. It was too hard for her to sneak around.
She’d worked so hard to earn that promotion, and she knew in her heart if she gave up her job for Shane, she would resent him. He, of course, would never ask her to do it, either, because that would never occur to him. She had to accept that it was time for them to go their separate ways.
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Sunday dawned beautiful and bright. Shane was up early. He was always too jazzed to sleep late before a game. He sat on the window seat and sipped coffee, the sun warm on his shoulders as he watched Cat sleep, and finally admitted to himself that he didn’t want her to leave his bed or his house.
His heart tightened. It was a tough situation, and they were caught between a rock and a hard place. She wanted her promotion and he real
ly had no right to jeopardize it. He wanted to go to Harding, but again, if he did and Hardass fired Cat, she’d never forgive him.
But this hush-hush arrangement wasn’t working for him, and he couldn’t continue with the secrecy. He wanted everyone to know that Cat was his. He’d never felt like this before and couldn’t believe he’d waited three years because of a stupid rule that was outdated and unjust.
But what could he do?
Cat opened her eyes, stretched, and smiled. “Hey, where’s my coffee?”
Shane returned her sweet smile and walked down to the kitchen to pour her a cup. On his way back upstairs, he had to pause at the top. Emotions were swamping his chest, and he didn’t want to go in there and spoil anything. Once he had himself under control, he entered the bedroom and gave her the cup.
“I should get out of here soon and let you get ready for the game this afternoon.”
“I do have to get to the stadium. You have time to finish your coffee.”
She sat up in bed. “This has been a wonderful weekend, but I’ve come to the conclusion that…well that I can’t continue like this.”
His heart froze.
“I’m very fond of you Shane,” her voice thick, “I truly am, but continuing this relationship is just courting disaster.”
“Cat….”
“No. Please, Shane. Let’s just treasure this time we’ve had and end it before it’s ruined by outside influences.”
He swallowed hard around the lump in his throat. “We can still be friends, right?”
Cat bit her lip and looked away. “Of course we can.” She came off the bed, settled on his lap, wrapped her arms around his neck, and held on tight. Shane felt as if the bottom had just fallen out of his world.
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Shane was slow off the mark as he dove for the running back, and just missed him. He should have made that play with his eyes closed. His heart wasn’t in it. To compensate, on the next play, he rammed into the next guy and the next, charging right for the quarterback. He hit him with a punishing tackle. He got flagged for unnecessary roughness, but the aggression felt good.
