Shelter in Place: Quarantine Romance Collection Includes New Novella

by Jamie Knight

Feeling empowered, I make my way to my desk feeling his eyes follow me and stay with me as I sit down.

  "Good morning, Sir.”

  The way he blinks like he cannot believe I just said that makes me want to do it again.

  "Anna... you look...” He clears his throat, looks down at something, then back up again at me. He leans forward a little then before my very eyes, his own eyes darkening and making him looking so wicked and so damn hot. “You look different.”

  That’s it? I look different?

  I could shake him if I could. I can tell he knows he has annoyed me because he looks amused at my expense.

  "I thought to experiment with new office attire,” I retaliate, trying to seem as innocent as possible.

  I even have my sweet smile on.

  "I can see that. Let me know if you need a hand... or something.”

  The subtext is not lost on me, but not one to break first, I open my laptop and start working. Except I cannot concentrate at all. I try to type an email to my immediate boss and my mind, and eyes, go to the main boss right in front of me.

  I try to type something, my mind and eyes going to my fingers moving in front of me.

  Time ticks by so slowly when I want it to go fast. I want it to be lunch time so that I can have an excuse to walk around. I don't last that long though because at around eleven o’clock, I feel tired of sitting down and I want to make him acknowledge me. So, I stand up, announcing that it is coffee break and stride to the door with every intention of getting to the coffee pot.

  I don't make it there, though.

  A harsh “fuck it” is the only warning I get before I am pressed against the door whose handle I am gripping. I am trapped between the door and a very hard and hot body pressed against my back.

  I turn my head to look at him and his lips clash against me so hard that I feel bruised. The jolt of electricity that shoots from my core to my womb is almost immediate and it makes me release a loud shameless moan before I can stop it.

  I kiss him back, too dazed to resist, before he slowly turns me around, holding my waist, with his lips still on mine. I go with him as he turns the rest of my body before his weight is on me again, crushing me against the door, our lips twined. He wrenches his lips away from mine and I blush at how raw they look.

  "You have a nice ass," he whispers.

  "Thank you," I whisper back.

  This time when his lips descend on mine, I see it coming and I welcome them with mine parted. My eyes slip shut at the pleasure he submits me to as he takes me in and then pulls away.

  "You taste good.”

  He dips in for another taste. This time, he slips his fingers into my hair and wraps his other hand around my waist, crushing me to him. This time he is really kissing me.

  He deepens the kiss, making me feel like my entire body is on fire. His tongue licks both of my lips and I part them for him, allowing him to slide his tongue into my mouth. The lick of his tongue against mine is the only warning I get before he entwines it with mine and erases all thought from my mind.

  I have been kissed before, but it felt nothing like this. This feels like fireworks are exploding at the ends of my nerves. His licks and sucks go straight to my core, making me feel like he is making love to my mouth. I moan again into his mouth and it comes out muffled and desperate.

  Finally, after the sweet torture he has subjected my mouth to, he lets go of my mouth with a final sweep of his tongue on my lips. I am about to complain and maybe yank him back to me when I feel his mouth donning kisses on my jaw before he licks my neck.

  The feeling is such a shock to me that I find myself letting out an audible gasp. He licks it again, and again, and yet again, rendering me useless. My eyes are closed tight, and I am helpless to do anything but give into the feeling of pleasure that overtakes me.

  A second later, my eyes fly open as my bra hits the ground. I’m startled and surprised at his expertise. The hemline of my dress has been tugged down to expose my breasts like they’re an offering and I bite my lip at the wanton sight I must make.

  We are such a contrast, Liam and me. But I couldn't evaluate those differences if I wanted to, because his breath hits me dead center on the left nipple.

  "Liam?”

  His eyes find mine even as he licks the tops of my breast. It feels good, but it also feels like torture.

  He holds my eyes as he licks around my nipple, never quite touching it. He moves to my other breast and does the same thing, leaving me to chase his mouth. He knows what he is doing, and it is making me desperate with every passing second.

  "Please.”

  The minute I say that, his lips close on my nipple and he gives it a hard suck, pulling it deep into his mouth. My head falls back to hit the door behind me as he murmurs something I can't make out. Or is it moaning?

  The pain and the pleasure combine in my womb, making me squeeze my legs together. He gives it another hard suck before letting my nipple go with a pop. He pulls his head back, smiling at his work and I look down to see what he is smiling at.

  My normally pink nipple looks reddish and swollen. It feels so sensitive, yet I want him to hurt it a little more if means I’m going to feel that sharp pleasure again.

  Without warning, he takes my other nipple into his mouth and gives it the same rough yet sweet treatment he gave the first one and something inside me squeezes as I feel my panties become awfully damp. I am embarrassed at how wet I feel and even more so because I am becoming even wetter.

  I’m surprised to feel his fingers on my belly, trailing down. It feels light like he is barely touching me, but there is no mistaking his touch or its destination. Still, I wait tortured by both anticipation and the feel of his mouth still sucking my nipple.

  Finally, after what feels like forever, I release a breath I hadn't known I was holding in when his fingers slide into my panties and he cups me. His lips disentangle from my nipple, still holding my gaze just before he blows cool air on it at the same time his finger draws a straight line down there, parting my folds slowly.

  All strength drains from me and he holds me tighter to him, lifting me off the ground. I would be very concerned with falling if my concentration wasn't on where the palm of his hand is resting.

  He carries me, clothes bunched up and all, to the enormous desk we both use, before laying me on it. Not even once does his palm leave its position.

  The way he keeps looking at me is almost reverent, tinged with a touch of disbelief. He draws a circle on me before dipping his finger and sinking it deep. My eyes roll back into their socket as I feel muscles I never knew I had squeezing him.

  "Look at me.”

  I open my eyes, obeying almost immediately. And he is so wicked because he drags his finger out, only to put it into his mouth and suck on it. His eyes close like he is eating his favorite dessert and when he draws the finger away, there is a wicked gleam in his eyes.

  I want to run away.

  I want to scramble off the table because the dark promise in those eyes unnerves me. But before I can move an inch, he sinks on my chair, grabs my legs by the ankles and holds them apart.

  He can read my thoughts.

  There is no other explanation.

  His gaze settles on my pantie clad crotch as he moves his head close. I watch transfixed and unable to look away till his teeth find my clitoris through the panties and he nips.

  "Liam!"

  He takes advantage of my distraction to pull my panties to the side and fast his lips on me. The way he goes to town on me has me struggling for breath like a fish out of water.

  He licks, he sucks, he teases, and he nips when I try to close my eyes. I can hear the slurping sounds, but I don't care enough to be embarrassed. He makes things even better by fitting his middle finger inside me and pushing it in while his tongue is licking me.

  "You feel impossibly tight.”

  The words come out before I can even think clearly. "It has been too long.”

  His mouth li
fts from my pussy, even though he leaves his finger inside me.

  "When was the last time you had sex?”

  Uh-oh.

  What do I say to that?

  "Define sex.”

  He drags his finger out of me again, drawing a moan from me with it. His eyes narrow, fastened on mine, like he knows I’m trying to be smart with him.

  “When was the last time a man put his cock inside this tight pussy, Anna?”

  Oh, he has such a dirty mouth. A mouth that he has put on me and that has made me feel all sorts of wonderful things.

  "Never, but I had a date with my vibrator four days ago.”

  My attempt at humor is lost on him because he is looking at me like I have grown two heads.

  "You are a virgin."

  His words are slow and deliberate.

  I try to open my mouth, but he pulls me by the legs until I’m sitting on his lap.

  "Yes or no?" he demands.

  It isn't something I’m ashamed of, but he’s making me feel guilty.

  "Yes.”

  I expect anger, but all I feel are his lips kissing my hair and his hands tightening on my waist.

  "Were you going to tell me or were we waiting until I was buried inside you to find out?”

  I can't tell if he is angry with me because he is holding me like he is afraid to let me go. He kisses my hair again, taking a deep breath like he is smelling it.

  "I didn't think it necessary to tell."

  He nods, pressing a kiss to my forehead this time.

  “I want to be noble, but now all I can think of is being your first, Anna. Do you want me to be your first?”

  There is no question about it.

  "I want this so much it hurts.”

  He stands with me in his arms and carries me out of the office, up the stairs, and into his bedroom. I expect him to push me on it, but instead, he stands me before him and proceeds to undress me.

  What is he thinking? I want to ask him, but I can't get my lips to move, especially when he peels my panties off me and slides them down my body.

  After he is done, he stands back to admire his work, then pushes me gently till I am lying on the bed. In front of me, he pulls his t-shirt over his head to reveal a strong, muscular chest. Right in front of me, he undoes his belt and slides his jeans down his legs.

  "You are barefoot.”

  It sounds incredulous that I’m noting that inconsequential fact when it is all I can do not to lick my lips at that impressive bulge he is sporting. His lips twitch, but it doesn't stop him from dropping that final piece of elastic cotton and striding towards me.

  Oh my.

  Liam Thorne looks even bigger in person. For the first time since he kissed me, I am having second thoughts because it is starting to actually dawn on me that I am inexperienced, and it might hurt a lot. He touches my ankle, making me look up at him.

  "It will be worth it.” A wicked curl of his lips before he adds, "I promise.”

  His leg parts mine and once more, his fingers find my core again. This time he doesn't bother teasing. Instead, he pushes one finger inside and starts to fuck me with it while his other finger draws patterns on my clit.

  My back arches off the bed as he adds another finger, making come hither motions. The way he is pumping in and out of me is almost rough, and I love it. When I feel the flat pad of another finger, I shake my head at him, feeling myself quiver as an orgasm threatens on the precipice.

  He lowers his head and captures my lips just as he fits the tip of his cock inside me and slides his way in.

  It should hurt.

  Correction- it does fucking hurt.

  But my orgasm chooses that exact moment to hit me and I scream over and over again into his mouth. He leans back and then slams home almost immediately, making both the pain and the orgasm soar even higher.

  "Want me to stop?” he asks against my lips.

  I nod in one thrust and shake my head in another thrust, feeling like there is molten fire in my veins. I want him to stop, and I want him to never stop.

  He thrusts over and over again into me, filling me up and stretching me over and over again. He leans up, supported by his elbow, and looks into my eyes. I am still whimpering with each thrust because it makes my orgasm spread even further as the tip of his cock touches the mouth of my womb over and over again.

  Finally, he shudders, and I feel a rush of warmth as he cums into me.

  I have had orgasms, but this was a monster of all orgasms.

  "Please,” I whisper to him.

  It’s just starting to subside when he picks up the pace again.

  It is scaring me, how intense this feels. He looks into my eyes and nods, hurrying his thrusts.

  "I wish I could stop, but I can't.”

  My hands go around his neck and my legs around his back and I hold on for dear life. I am still cumming, and now I feel like my entire body is having an orgasm. Liam holds me with one hand as he pounds me over and over again, like he’s trying to pound my orgasm deeper into me.

  "I can't,” I say weakly, before my teeth find and sink into his neck.

  He holds me impossibly close and buries his face into my neck, then stills, pouring everything he has into me. Finally, his hand finds the headboard and he holds it for dear life. It is the only thing keeping him from collapsing on me.

  Our eyes find each other’s, and he looks into mine for quite a while as we both try to hold our breaths.

  "You are mine, Anna.”

  My heart thuds against my ribcage hard enough to make me gasp.

  It sounds like a declaration, the way he says it, but I don't want to delve into that.

  He is just getting caught up in the moment, I tell myself. In the heat and passion of a new, forbidden fling.

  What are the chances that after this quarantine we will be together?

  So instead I say, "You kept going after you came.”

  He nods. "I wasn’t done and you felt too good.”

  "Does that happen often?”

  He lets out an incredulous laugh that makes him twitch inside me.

  "Never, actually.”

  When he finally pulls out of me, it is because he finally goes limp and has no other choice. When he lifts me from the bed, I almost fall down because of how weak my body feels.

  Liam doesn't say anything, instead carrying me to the shower, where he sets me on the floor and proceeds to wash and dry us both.

  “You have such a gorgeous body,” he tells me. “I love your curves. I’m so glad you’re here so that I can see you naked whenever I want.”

  My mind is so tired that I can't think past how good I feel all over and how nice it feels to have him caring for me.

  When he carries me to the bed, I fall asleep immediately, but not before I feel him climb in beside me and wrap his strong arms around me.

  Chapter Six – Liam

  Anna looks like the innocent she actually is in the mid-morning light. Her brown hair looks more like honey the more I look at it, and the freckles on her nose are more pronounced. She has never looked more beautiful to me and I want her even more.

  After making love to her for the first time yesterday, we both fell asleep exhausted yet so sated. I must have been more tired than I thought because I woke up at four in the evening with Anna tucked in my arms.

  She had wanted to take a proper shower and naturally I followed her in there. Of course I couldn't keep my hands to myself but since she was sore, I tried to behave myself. It was difficult though— her hourglass shape drives me fucking insane.

  I have fucked a lot of women, but with Anna, I have made love to her. The connection I feel with her, whether she is teasing me about sex, or is beneath me with her legs parted, is not common. She is innocent, of course, so how would she know?

  She isn’t sure what to do with these new feelings. I can tell from how she changed the subject after we made love. I could tell by how conflicted she looked sitting on my couch when she arrived, and h
ow she bolted when we were on screen together.

  It doesn't take a rocket scientist to know that she thinks this is only about sex. But it also doesn't take a psychologist to be able to tell that I am going to do all I can to make her stay.

  I give her a kiss on the cheek, and she murmurs something incoherent and then goes back to sleep. Unwillingly, I drag myself out of bed and cover her with the blanket as I go.

  She looks so good on my bed that I am not in a hurry to get her out of it.

  I call Michael for updates on the internal saboteur and he describes to me a strategy they have come up with to deduct the original IP from the proxy that has been used. Personally, I don't know much about this aspect of computers, but I know enough to piece together the strategy. I tell him to keep me updated when he does get the culprit and then I toss the phone on the other side of our desk.

  Our desk.

  I really like the sound of that, and I intend to keep it that way.

  The next two hours are spent with me trying to work and ending up delegating nearly all of my work for the day. Still, I print and sign a few papers before I finally give up all hope of working and decide to surprise the woman in my bed with lunch.

  I am a terrible cook, always have been. Which is why I opt to heat up some chicken and Cajun rice in my freezer, put in on plates, place them on a tray, and take them upstairs to her. I get there to find her sitting on the bed looking like she just woke up. She glances up at me and her eyes go wide with surprise.

  "Is that for me?”

  I shake my head and watch her blush. Anna is beautiful, but she doesn’t even know it, to the point of disbelieving that any man could want to cook for her.

  “It is for us.”

  I place the food between us and give her a plate. We sit there eating in relative silence before she breaks it.

  "What time is it?” she asks, just as her eyes find the wall clock in my bedroom.

  “Oh no,” is the only thing she says before trying to scramble out of bed.

  I reach out a hand and draw her to my lap, remembering how well she fit in it while we discussed her virginity like I wasn't I hard enough to break wood.

  "Relax. It is only me who monitors the video cameras and the check in times.”