by Piper Stone
Shannon blinked several times and eased her face toward the window. Now the bitch was doing the talking, or the purring. The wind was whipping through Anastasia’s hair and her body seemed to be in fluid motion, her hips gyrating back and forth, every move inching her closer. Until her body was nuzzled next to David’s, groin to groin, chest to breasts being crushed against him. This was so not happening. Tears sprung to her eyes and she was doing everything she could not to break down and weep. What the hell was wrong with her?
Go out and smack the crap out of the whore. The words screamed from the inner bad girl did nothing to either sooth or kick her in the ass. She continued to watch the seductive moment, keenly aware David was drinking in every second, then finally had enough. Throwing her head back, she forced herself away from the window. Instantly, the look on Zach’s face told her he knew she was not merely looking at the scenery.
As casually as possible, she walked back toward the table, her legs shaking. “I’m sorry.”
“No problem.” Zach rose and nodded, waiting for her to sit down.
Shannon sat down with a huff.
“Do you want to go back to the office?”
Placing her head into her hands, she exhaled slowly and counted to ten. When she looked at Zach’s imploring eyes, his concerned look, she wanted nothing more than to learn something about the brilliant almost attorney. “No. Let’s order another glass of wine. If that’s all right with you.”
“That’s very much all right.” Darting a glance over her shoulder, she stared at a group of people walking by and none she knew. David and the bitch were nowhere in sight. Sadly, she was beginning to wonder whether she’d imagined the entire scene. When she looked back at Zach, an odd feeling washed over her. They were going to become lovers.
Chapter 6
Staring at the computer screen, David wasn’t able to concentrate. His heart was heavy and yet the words glaring back at him in crisp white told him so many things. He hadn’t looked at Shannon’s blog in weeks and happening to find one written on completely submitting to a man had caught him off guard. The words were a haunting telling of her searching to find the woman inside. He thought about the necklace and knew that’s why he’d purchased the beautiful piece. The choker was meant merely as a present, but he had a feeling she understood the connotations. If she wanted to explore something more intense, then… And he’d freaking chickened out talking about the meaning. There’d been something in her eyes that held him back. He opened his office drawer and stared down at the perfectly protected contract. There didn’t seem to be a rush to try and get her to sign it.
Huffing, David breathed out and wiped his mouth. He’d tried to call Shannon again, feeling guilty as hell, and had gotten her voicemail. The case must be moving into overdrive. Still, he had a gut feeling she knew he was lying to her. And why the hell was he? Stupidity. He had no clue what he was doing. He’d realized weeks ago he needed to talk to someone, garner more advice. Maybe it was time to talk with Bruce’s brother again about the DD lifestyle. He and his wife had to have gone through something like this. Yeah, maybe. Too many maybes.
“I love your work. I have to admit I checked you out.”
David rubbed his eyes and glared at his watch before slamming the drawer. After spending a couple of days with Anastasia, he was beginning to be very sorry he’d accepted the contract. She was haughty and needy. She’d kept him late for no other reason than to require a cabana and a pool to be sketched out so she could take the damn thing to her designers over the weekend. “Thank you. I’m glad you appreciate it. Is there anything else tonight? I admit. I’m beat.”
“No. I think I have everything I need and I very much appreciate that you’re staying late tonight, taking time away from your family and the wife,” Anastasia said.
He couldn’t help but notice how her every sentence exuded sex appeal. She was a walking, talking, boilerplate of pure sin and there wasn’t a man who wouldn’t want to fuck her. “Excellent. I’m glad. When are you leaving the country again?”
“Next Wednesday. If you can have everything done by Tuesday, then I’ll sign off and give you your deposit check, as well as a bonus.” Brushing the tip of her finger across her lips, she swayed back and forth.
“That I can do. You’ll have the preliminary sketches by then and I can email you the final draft while you’re overseas. I have a list of a couple of contractors I want you to check out. They are excellent general contractor’s and will set you on your way for finding the right builder.” David opened the growing file folder, pulling out the list of reputable contractors he’d found. The moment he attempted to hand her the list she placed her hand on top of his, squeezing.
“Truly that won’t be necessary. See, I trust you implicitly, David. When I trust a man, I give him everything. My money. My confidence. My very soul in a way. As long as you don’t break any of these then the bank account, as well as the woman, is open to you. Do you understand what I’m saying to you?”
Suddenly, her perfume seemed overwhelming and he was unable to breathe. He gulped for air and nodded. “I do.” Shit. The sound was strangled.
“Do you really?” Inching closer, she eased the tips of her fingers up from his stomach to his chest, her eyes never leaving his. “I mean, do you fully understand what I’m offering you?”
David blinked, trying hard to focus. “Ms. Baroque, I do understand. You’d like me to select your contractor for you based on my recommendation, a firm that will give you exactly what you need. Is that correct?”
“Mmm.” Pursing her lips, Anastasia fiddled with the buttons on his shirt, her long nail pressing hard against his chest. “You do realize I get what I want, always. Don’t you?”
“You’re a formidable woman who appreciates the finer things in life.” There was no way he was winning this war of sin. He needed to get the hell out of here.
“Something like that. And you’re a man who hungers for something you aren’t getting. Isn’t that right?”
Humor her. Just fucking humor her. For twenty thousand in hard cash, he could play with her. There was no harm in allowing her to think he wanted her. “True. I hunger for many things.”
“Of course, you do.” Swirling the tip of her finger around his nipple, she breathed out, the sounds exaggerated. “And I am a woman who can give you many fantasies. As long as you fulfill mine.”
“Fantasies.”
“Yes. For example, you want nothing more than to strip off my clothes, lay me down across your desk and eat my pussy. Don’t you?” Anastasia curled her lip when he didn’t immediately say anything. “Don’t be afraid to tell me. Besides, you’re burning to ask me a question. Aren’t you?”
“A question?” Suddenly, it was hot as hell in the place. “What question?” Had he really asker her that? Fuck me. I’m going to burn in hell. He watched as she took two steps back, the look on her face one of ravenous need.
“You have several racing through that very intelligent mind of yours, but you have one right now that matters.” Spreading her legs, she slid the flats of her hands down the front of her skirt, her fingers wrapping around the edge. Very slowly she pulled up the material, exposing her creamy white thighs.
Unable to help himself, David watched as she eased the material up an inch at a time, his breath becoming ragged.
“You long to see if…” The laugh was laced with pure vixen as she continued tugging her skirt. “I’m bare and glistening.”
The last tug exposed her swollen pussy, her rosy cunt lips and the fact she was completely shaved. For a second, he drank in the delicious sight, his hunger racing off the charts. Even in the ugly lighting of his office, he could see she was wet. The wafting scent of her, all woman, managed to float across the space, giving him shivers going all the way down his spine. His cock swelled to the point his shaft pushed hard against what was now constricting linen and he gasped audibly.
“Mmm. You are hungry. I think you need a taste of this sweet thing. Do
n’t you?”
What in the hell was he supposed to say to this kind of an offer? No. That’s what you’re supposed to say. His conscience was working overtime as beads of sweat trickled down the back of his neck. “I think that…” Why were the words stuck in the back of his throat?
“You think you want more? You want to taste me? No. What you’re thinking is that you have to taste me.” Rocking her hips forward, she slid both hands down to her thighs as she moved back and forth, tossing her head back and forth as if to some melodic music.
David couldn’t take his eyes off her as she dug her nails into her tender skin before dragging her fingers up toward her crotch.
“You like to taste pussy? I know you do. I know you want to bury your face in me.” The strangled sound was subtle as she ran her index finger around her clit, moans slipping from her mouth.
Shit. Shit. Shit! Mesmerized, David wasn’t entirely certain he could look away or move out of the room. He wanted nothing more than to lick her wildly, eat her raw. Then he wanted to stick his cock inside her cunt first then her ass next. He wanted to ravage her. No, he wanted to consume her, take all of her. Wiping perspiration from his brow, he was no longer certain he could hold back what he wanted. Jesus Christ, what was he doing?
She tossed her head back and forth as she moaned, her hips gyrating. She toyed with her pussy lips as she pinched and twisted her clit. “I am so very hungry. Do you have any idea how famished I am?”
David found himself stumbling forward, her draw much like a spider stalking its prey. As she continued playing with herself, her eyelids flickering, her tongue running around her lips, he fought to break the connection.
“Mmm.” Anastasia thrust several fingers inside her pussy as she licked the fingers of the other hand, dragging her tongue up and down the entire length.
There was something so beguiling about her actions and he found himself taking several steps forward. Blinking several times, he heard the rasp in his breath sounds and he was having trouble focusing. Echoes from his heart beating rapidly thumped in his ears. She seemed to sense his distress, picking up her actions as she moaned louder. My God, this is ridiculous. But he wanted to see how far she would go.
Swishing her hips, she closed the distance and the moment she did, she removed her fingers from her mouth, giving him a coy look. “Would you like a taste?”
David didn’t have any time to respond. The second he opened his mouth she plunged her slickened fingers past his lips and continued thrusting in and out of her pussy. The scent of her femininity was strong, her need obvious. Startled, his body reacted and sucked in. Her long digits filled his mouth and he was unable to do anything for a full five seconds. Finally, he broke her hold over him, grabbing her wrist and pulling her hand away. “This isn’t going to happen.”
“No?” Cocking her head, she smiled sweetly then in a quick move jerked out her hand and drew a circle around his mouth with her honey-soaked fingertip. “You want me and I will have you. It’s as simple as that.” Her laugh melodious, she wrapped her arm around his waist, forced her fingers inside his mouth and pulled him closer with enough force he grunted. “I do get exactly what I want.” Within a flash, she dug her nails into his neck and crushed her mouth over his.
A combination of being stunned, pissed and turned on swept through him. He’d never experienced such a forward woman in his life. He pushed back gently, doing everything to break the hold, but she had him in her clutches, her groin moving back and forth across his. He was tingling all over as his cock pressed hard against his pants.
Anastasia kept her hold as she broke the kiss, dragging his lower lip into her mouth, her moans becoming grunts. The sounds became more and more animalistic as she opened her fingers, sliding her hand down the front of his chest.
The second she grabbed his crotch, squeezing roughly, he hissed. This wasn’t going to continue. “No.” The sound was muffled from the way she pulled out his lip. A slice of pain skated down his back when her incisor bit into the inside of his lip. Blood filled his mouth, trickling down his throat. This woman wasn’t going to take no for an answer. He pushed her shoulders, breaking the connection and her teeth scraped along his tender flesh. Wincing, he took a step backward, almost losing his grip. “No.” Wiping his mouth, he glared at her. “I’m not playing.”
“And I’m not asking.” Breathing heavily, she gave him a sexy smile and cooed, the tips of her fingers moving down from her cheek to her mouth, her neck to the swell of her breasts. “And you will obey.”
“This conversation is over.” Taking a long stride backward, he wasn’t entirely certain how to get out of the evening, let alone the freshly signed contract.
“You’re right.” Anastasia moved quickly. She gripped the edge of his shirt with both hands and yanked as she pushed him back until his ass hit the desk.
“What the fuck?” The sound of material ripping was bad enough. The way he tripped as she pushed and he fell across the desk was worse. Within a split second, she’d managed to hike up her skirt and crawled onto his thighs, fumbling to unfasten his belt. “Stop.”
“Not until I ride you like the stud you are.”
“Ms. Baroque. No matter what you think, I’m a married man and this isn’t going to happen.”
“After having your tongue down my throat, your hand up my skirt, I think you can call me Anastasia. Don’t you?”
“What the hell is going on here?”
David had never been so glad to hear Bruce’s voice in his entire life. “Nothing.”
“Not nothing. Jesus fucking Christ,” Bruce continued.
Anastasia gave David a heated look before dragging her sharp nails down the length of his chest. Leaning over, she blew a long breath of hot air before lowering her voice. “I will have you, taste you, and you will have your cock inside of me whenever I ask or else.”
Or else? He couldn’t even say the words. David had never been sexually harassed before and the damn event was sadly intriguing, as well as horrifying. The look on Bruce’s face stated in no uncertain terms his best friend thought he was embroiled in an act of consensual fucking. This was just about as bad as it could get.
She pressed her lips across his before climbing off his body and shimmying down her skirt. Licking her lips, she slipped her thumb inside her mouth and sucked as she nodded toward Bruce. The tiny popping sound as she removed her finger was followed by a muted purr. “Very tasty. I’ll be expecting the final plans first thing in the morning.”
Looking at her incredulously, David had no idea what in the hell to say or think. She was fucking serious. As if he was going to keep her as a client. No fucking way.
Her smile was electric and she winked before easing a slip of paper out of her bra.
“For all your hard work. There’s more to come, if you continue to be a very good boy.” She held up the pale pink paper for a few seconds before allowing gravity to take it to the floor. “Until tomorrow, lover.”
David’s mouth dropped open as he struggled to sit up, his legs shaking. What in the hell had he done? Nothing. You did nothing at all. But guilt was nearly ravaging his soul. The second she walked out the door, he huffed. “Oh my fucking God.”
Bruce snuffed and clucked his jaw. “What in the fuck are you doing? What in the Goddamn fuck is wrong with you?”
“Me? I did nothing.” As he struggled to get to his feet, he pressed his hand across his lip, which was already swollen. “Fuck me.”
“Yeah? And you should see the way you look right now. I dare say, lying to Shannon isn’t going to be easy.” Bruce folded his arms and shook his head.
“I’m not going to lie to her at all. In fact, I’m…” His voice trailed off.
“Oh, go on. I need to hear how you’re going to tell your wife, the one who already had to endure one affair during her marriage, that you’re an innocent man in all of this. I mean, she might buy it, except for the fact you’ve got a swollen lip, scratches down your neck and chest and a wreck
ed shirt. Yeah. She’ll buy it.”
David lowered his head knowing Bruce was right. “This time I’m not encouraging that woman or even wanting.”
“But you didn’t seem to be trying to stop her.”
“She caught me off guard. That’s it.”
“Bullshit!” Bruce’s eyes were filled with venom. Mumbling under his breath, he walked toward the window. “You’re not that stupid. You can’t be. You knew that woman had her claws out for you and you seemed to be enjoying yourself.”
“I’m serious. She simply attacked me.”
Bruce burst into laughter. “If I don’t believe a fucking word you’re saying, I highly doubt Shannon will. She’s a bit brighter than that. In fact, she’s a hell of a lot brighter than you are.”
David bent over and snagged the check. The figure was nothing more than a payoff. “God.”
“How much?”
“Fifty k.”
“Damn. You must be good in bed if that’s the bonus, bud.”
“I didn’t bed her and I don’t want to have anything to do with her.”
Glancing over his shoulder, Bruce raised a single eyebrow. “Then my suggestion is you take that check, slap it in her hand and fire her ass. Then you need to go to your wife and beg for forgiveness. And I do mean beg. You told me yourself you’re both on edge still, a precipice I would guess. You can’t allow this to go on. You’re not the brightest bulb, but you need to fix this and quickly.”
David knew he was right. “Yeah.”
“Don’t fucking yeah me. We are on the verge of having everything we want here and I don’t think you really want to risk everything for some kink,” Bruce said quietly as he looked back out the window.
“I don’t want the woman at all.”
“I’m glad to hear you say that. Now scuttle home to your wife. I suggest you clean up first. The marks are easy to tell what the hell they are.”
