by Sabrina York
“Ah. Yes. That’s what I wanted to hear. You are a hot piece of work, aren’t you? You think you’re all tight and repressed, you think you have hang-ups but all you really need is a man who knows how to give you what you want.”
God help her. It was true.
“There’s no one like that.” She threw back her head as she slipped two fingers deep into her pussy. “No one but you.”
“I doubt that.” His voice was labored, rough. “There have to be thousands of men in the world who could give you what you want. You just don’t know how to find them.” When she gave a derisive snort at that, he clipped, “What?”
“It’s not that I don’t know how to find them. I don’t know how to attract them. I’m very boring.”
“Ah, sweetheart,” he breathed. “You’re not boring at all. I’ll bet every guy in your office secretly dreams about fucking you.”
She thought about Jack Maris with his nerdy little hard-on and she snorted again. “I’m not interested in every guy at my office.”
“Oh, really? Is there someone in particular who turns you on?”
Adam leapt to mind and her heart gave a little flutter. “Yes. There is one guy.”
“Good. Tonight while we’re talking, I want you to imagine I’m that guy. Can you do that?”
She closed her eyes, trying to imagine it was Adam’s voice coming to her over the speakers of her computer. A sudden wave rose within her. “Yes.”
“Tell me, Wildkat…” His deep, resonant bass suddenly, somehow, sounded just like Adam. “What would you do with me if I were there?”
Presented with a mind-boggling panoply of options, Katherine hesitated. “I—I don’t know.”
“Why don’t we start with a kiss?” A lovely suggestion.
“Oh. That would be nice. He has really beautiful lips.”
“No, Kat.” His voice took on a stern tone, one that sent little ripples through her belly. “I’m your dream man tonight. Tell me I have beautiful lips.”
“Oh. Yes.” She made a quick mental adjustment. “You do. You have beautiful lips. I want to feel them all over me.”
“I would love to suck your lips, nibble on your tongue.”
“And my neck? Would you nibble there?”
“God, yes. Your skin is so soft there. Reach up and feel it. Touch it like I would touch it.”
Katherine stroked the tender skin of her neck. A shiver scudded down her spine. “Yes. That feels good.”
“I like it too. But you know what I’d like even better? I’d like to draw my fingers across your clavicle, over your breastbone. Are you with me, Kat?”
“Yes.” She was. Every step of the way. Eyes closed, body splayed across the pillows, with her breasts jutting toward the ceiling, nipples hard and aching with anticipation. She knew what was coming. She hoped it was coming.
She hoped she was coming.
“Down. Down. Now they’re circling your breasts. But not touching the nipples. Not yet.”
She stopped just in time and gave a little frustrated moan.
“Oh, you’d like me to touch them, wouldn’t you?” The words were hissed, rumbling and resonant.
She shuddered. “Oh. Yes. Please.”
There was a long silence before he growled, like a beast of prey, “God, how I love hearing that word from your lips.”
“Please!”
Loving the sound of that word from her lips or not, Savage didn’t give an inch. “Please, what?”
“Please touch me.”
“Now, Kat. Can’t you be a little more specific?”
“Yes. Please touch my nipples. Please, Savage.”
“All right. I’m rubbing them gently. How does it feel?”
Electricity shot through her. “Good. So good.”
“But not good enough. I think you need more. I think they need to be pinched.”
“Ah.” She cried out as she complied, imagining it was Adam Trillo tormenting her aching peaks. “Yes!”
“My hand is drifting again, Kat. Drifting down.”
“Oh yes.” She imagined Adam’s palm coasting over her ribs, across her hips and flat belly. She reached below the hem of her teddy and let her imagination run rampant as Adam toyed with the hard nub nesting there damp with her arousal.
“Tell me how he’s touching you.”
“He’s rubbing my clit. It’s so wet and hard.”
“I bet he’d love to taste it. I bet he’d lick it.” He paused, letting her simmer in her own juices. “Flick it.”
She did and cried out at the harsh sensation. “Do you think he wants to put his fingers inside me?” The question, even to her own ears, sounded a little desperate, panted and high-pitched as it was. Then again, she was desperate. Desperate to hear Adam say yes.
“Oh, sweet Kat. He’d like nothing more.”
She slipped one in. Added another. A guttural groan escaped her lips. Imagining it was Adam filling her up made her buck and writhe. Her orgasm was so close, she could taste it.
But she couldn’t. She shouldn’t come without him.
“It feels so good,” she said on a gasp. “But do you know what would feel even better?”
“What?”
“Your cock. In my mouth.”
She thought she heard a ragged whimper over the VoIP line but he covered it up with a snarled, “Yes!”
“I’d love to suck on your rod. I’d start at the tip and gently draw it into my mouth, lapping at the slit. I love that little taste of cum on the end. Then I’d take you deeper and suck, so hard, while pumping you off with my hand. Would you like that?”
He gasped and groaned. “Yes. Yes.” His voice was hot and hard and hungry.
“Do you want to come? Do you feel the pressure building?”
“Yes. God. Yes.”
She chortled. “Too bad. You have to hold out until I give you permission to come. You bad boy.”
“No. Jesus, Kat. I can’t.”
“Oh. But you have to. Hold back as long as you can. I’m not done playing with you yet.”
“I can’t. I can’t.”
“Do you know what I want to do now?”
“No!” He sounded a little desperate himself. She could hear the slap of skin against skin as he stroked his cock, and the restless rustle of bed sheets as he fought against the oncoming explosion.
“I want to tease your rosebud.”
“What?” He was panting, thrashing.
She picked up his intensity and increased her pace, rubbing her slit in a frantic frenzy. With her other hand, she plucked at her nipples. They were close. They were both so close. The tension between them was palpable, as if someone had strung an electric wire from one to the other. The air fairly sizzled.
“Can you feel me there? Probing your asshole while I suck on your fat cock? Does it feel good?”
“God. Kat. I’m going to come. I can’t help it. I can’t…”
He came with a shuddering groan, his mindless cries sending her over the edge as well. She shoved deeper into her pussy and rode herself to a riotous release with his continuing gasps and moans playing counterpoint to hers.
“Oh yes,” she cried. “Yes, Adam, yes.”
So lost was she in her passion, she barely realized she’d cried out that name in her delirious release.
Chapter Five
Work was crazy the next day. When Katherine got to the office, everyone was running around like chickens with their proverbial heads cut off.
Tristan Trillo was in a tizzy. “Staff meeting,” he bellowed at her as he rushed past. “In the boardroom. Five minutes.” He raked his fingers through his hair, making it stand up in short spikes.
Five minutes was enough time to grab a cup of coffee, Katherine figured.
She was wrong. When she got to the kitchen, she was mortified to see all the pots were empty. With a desiccated mug in hand, she headed for the boardroom, hoping Shannon had the sense to set up a coffee bar. If this was going to be a marathon meeting, sh
e’d need her fix.
She met Sara coming out of the ladies’ room and gave her best friend a hug. Heavens, she’d missed her. “How was your vacation?” Katherine asked.
Sara shrugged. “So-so.”
No kidding. She’d spent most of it in a hospital waiting room. “And how’s your mom?”
“Better.” Sara offered a wan smile. “It’s been tough. I sure could have used a slow day today.”
Katherine snorted as they rounded the corner to see a boardroom teeming with all the top staff. “It does not appear you’ll get your wish.”
She flicked a quick glance around the room, automatically making a mental note of Adam’s exact location. It was almost as though she had radar for him, she thought with annoyance. Memories of last night, her crazed, panting orgasm over a man who hardly knew she was alive, embarrassed her now, in the light of day.
Sara grunted. “At least there’s coffee.” She headed straight for the beverage bar.
Katherine followed closely behind, sending up a silent prayer of thanks for Shannon’s competence. Without caffeine, there was no telling how ditzy she’d be this morning. She might even openly moon over Adam—and he did look especially fine today. Though he wore the uniform of the company’s computer geeks—a logoed polo shirt and khakis—he managed to fill it out to perfection.
Katherine and Sara gathered their sustenance and took a spot at the long table just as Tristan stood and called for everyone’s attention.
“Good morning, all. Thanks for assembling so quickly. Sara,” he nodded to his marketing genius, “welcome back. Today I have some really great news. Trillo–Maris has been asked to give a workshop at ComputerCon.”
He waited as the exclamations of excitement rose and fell in a resounding swell.
“Yeah.” He rubbed his hands together. “Great news for us. This expo could mean millions in new sales for our cell phone software packages.”
Again, cheers rose.
Tristan quieted them with a raised hand. “But in the meantime, the execution of this presentation is crucial. It must be flawless. Sara, you’ll be the lead on this. I’d like you to work with Adam and Jack to prepare the text for the fact sheets. Katherine can provide the financial data. Katherine, I want charts and graphs to illustrate the numbers. The two of you can roll the info into one of your kickass PowerPoints. Jenny will help with the digital video and animation.
“Sara, you and Adam will be leading the seminar in Vegas. As for the rest of you, make yourselves totally available to our ComputerCon team. This is, as of now, our number-one priority. Sara and Katherine, I’m going to want an update tomorrow at noon. Any questions?” There were no questions but a buzz of excited whispers rocketed through the room. “Very well. Let’s get to it.”
The meeting—blissfully short—broke up quickly as everyone, grouped in little chattering pods, filed out of the boardroom. Adam and Tristan lounged at the far end of the room, wrapped in deep conversation as Katherine and Sara made their way back to the beverage bar for one last gasp of java juice before buckling down to work.
“God, I love Shannon’s coffee,” Sara said, filling her cup with the aromatic brew.
“Mmm.” Katherine took a deep whiff. “We’re gonna need it.”
“Yeah. It’s gonna be a long day.” Sara shot Katherine a quizzical glance. “You don’t mind working late tonight, do you?”
Katherine shook her head. “I have to cancel a date but that’s no problem.”
“Ooh,” Sara cooed. “The hot internet stud? Howsat goin’ anyway?”
“Hotter than ever.” She bit her lip and added a dollop of cream to her coffee. “And how about you? Goin’ to Vegas,” Katherine teased. She laughed as Sara did a subdued little victory dance—a trifle surreal given her prim-and-proper business suit. Sara really loved Vegas. “Yeah. Vegas.” Katherine chuckled. “I figured you’d be on that assignment like a duck on a june bug.”
Sara grinned. “Don’t you know it. I loves me my Vegas.” She sighed ecstatically. “This is gonna be awesome.”
Across the room, Adam Trillo’s breath stalled. He raised his stunned gaze to the two women chatting at the beverage bar. Sara and Katherine. He’d caught the tail end of their conversation, waiting for his shot at Shannon’s phenomenal coffee. Then he’d heard it. A phrase he’d never heard before last night. And here it was again.
Like a duck on a june bug.
Those words lashed him with an unexpected shaft of lust.
And they came from Katherine Hart’s mouth.
Katherine! Starched, unbending, cold Katherine. The ultimate professional automaton. The kind of woman a guy could fantasize about but never touch. The woman Jack swore—swore—was a lesbian based on Stan’s vast knowledge of the subject.
Although considering the source…
He watched Katherine through the glass walls of the boardroom as she and Sara, deep in conversation, meandered down the hall toward their respective offices. For the first time in two years, he studied her, noticing the sway of her hips, the turn of her cheek, the tightly restrained hair jammed into a knot at the top of her head.
Could it be? Could she be his Wildkat?
It seemed more than a little unlikely.
First of all, what was the possibility that someone as buttoned up and reserved as Katherine could transform into a hot, panting siren at night, one who made him come by threatening to stick her finger in his ass, for Christ’s sake?
Second of all, what were the odds his internet lover—one of probably millions of women online—could be a coworker? He pondered the thought and shook his head. No. No way. As a computer programmer, he was all about logic and flow. The universe was a tightly constructed net, with strict laws that governed everything. The probability that he and Katherine could randomly meet in such a fashion, under those circumstances, was astronomical.
No, he thought with a heavy sigh. It must just be a coincidence. Maybe the phrase was more common than he’d realized.
The prospect that frost-covered Katherine Hart could be his steamy internet lover was, well, laughable. And still—as he watched her turn into her office, saw the way her tight pinstripe skirt unobtrusively cupped a firm, rounded ass—he wasn’t laughing.
Not at all.
Adam had lunch in his office. Not because he was so busy he couldn’t be bothered to go to a restaurant. He just wanted to watch Katherine. For some reason he was suddenly fixated on her.
He had to be unobtrusive about it because he didn’t want to freak her out, but it wasn’t difficult. He simply leaned back in his chair and pretended he was deep in thought, staring sightlessly out the windows of her office across the hall. Then he let his vision drift leisurely over to her.
Her head was bent. She was absorbed in her project. Every so often she would glance up, but like him, she would stare into the distance as she pondered. Then she’d lick her lips and nod and turn back to her work. Occasionally, she’d reach up and tug a tendril of hair from her topknot and twine it madly around her fingers.
This, Adam found, was a rather disturbing habit. It gave him visions of her wrapping that soft rope around something else entirely. He’d never noticed her doing that before—in two long years of sitting across from her, facing her office.
He’d never noticed a lot of things before.
Idiot that he was.
To be fair, Katherine had come to work at Trillo–Maris at the tail end of Adam’s nasty divorce, at a time when he had no intention of being with a woman again, like ever. He’d convinced himself that every woman was as faithless as Betsy. That any woman would gleefully rip out his heart and stomp on it.
As time passed, he’d recovered from the betrayal. He still had no desire to enter into a real relationship—the wound was far too raw—hence his forays onto the internet for sexual gratification. But at least he didn’t believe every woman was an evil succubus determined to suck out his soul. Not anymore.
At any rate, when Katherine joined the te
am, Adam hadn’t noticed her other than the typical boss-like observations. She was always on time, her work was excellent and she consistently behaved in a professional manner. Over the years, he’d come to appreciate her more and more. The woman was truly brilliant. Her analyses often helped the company avoid potential disasters and on one particular occasion, she’d made a suggestion that saved them nearly a million dollars. He, Tristan and Jack had even talked about making her a partner.
To see her now, sitting there in her office, stroking that long strand of honeyed hair, all thoughts of her business acumen fled. Adam tried to imagine her without those glasses, with her hair down, in a satin teddy, stroking her swollen nipples, and his temperature rose. He closed his eyes and tried to recapture the timbre of Wildkat’s voice, tried to remember the sound, the tempo, the dulcet tones. And his eyes flew open.
Last night, just as a mind-blowing orgasm had consumed him, she’d cried out a name. Wrapped in the claws of his own ravening passion, he’d heard his name. Naturally he’d assumed his imagination was working overtime.
What if… What if…
He peeped at Katherine and to his surprise found her staring directly at him. Their eyes met and a shock wave crested within him, settling in his groin. His cockstand was immediate. Curious as to how she would react to his bold stare, he held her gaze and watched as a slow flush stole up her creamy cheeks.
She looked away.
A second or so later, she flicked another questing glance in his direction.
Holy crap, he thought. She’s flirting.
Not flirting flirting—not the way a normal woman would flirt. She was Katherine flirting. It was subtle and understated, something a man might almost miss. But Adam didn’t miss it. The timid glance, the quick retreat, the tentative parry. It was electrifying.
He sucked in a deep breath as the realization flooded him.
Katherine Hart was hot.
And it was the most alluring kind of hot. Not a flashy, blowsy I’m-so-hot kind of hot. It was a hidden, smoldering come-and-get-me-if-you-dare kind of hot. And it had him poleaxed. He shifted uncomfortably as a certain restlessness stole over him.
