by Malone, Q.
He let go of her arms and yanked the blouse the rest of the way off. Behind her, he used one hand to unsnap her bra, and her breasts spilled free. “God, you’ve been hiding these the whole time?”
She smirked and tried to press him closer to her. She was so wet with wanting him. With every stroke and tug of his deft fingers on her nipple, her body softened. Her pussy flowered open for him, she wanted this. Wanted him.
Bryan kissed a path to her nipples and teased the puckered tip with his lips. His warm breath whispered over her flesh, and she shivered. When he closed his lips over the stiff peak, she slammed her eyes shut and moaned. His gentle tugging movements caused an answering pull in her slick pussy. Kyra was dying for him. Needed him to fill her. She held his head to her breast, even as his hands worked up her skirt to caress her inner thighs. He drew circular patterns in her flesh, and her legs quivered.
With his teeth, he grazed the tip of her nipple, and she let out a moan.
“Easy does it. Remember, there's a whole team out there that can hear us. You’ll have to be quiet. Can you do that for me?”
She moaned softly but nodded.
“Good girl,” he said, before trailing another path of kisses and fastening his lips to her other breast.
He moaned against her breast as his thumb slipped under her panty line and traced a line over her lips. Reaching her clit, he muttered, “God damn, you’re so wet and responsive. I’ve been dreaming about doing this to you for months.”
Kyra tossed her head back as he stroked her clit. With every flick of his thumb, she would get closer to ecstasy, then he would back off her pleasure button.
“Not yet, sweetheart. I want you so hot, you have to come.” He pressed a finger into her slowly, watching her as he did. Then he retreated. Pressing slowly back in with two fingers, he picked up the pace, not fast enough to send her over. But just fast enough to keep her tottering on the edge.
“I'm already pretty close.”
“No, sweetheart, not close enough.”
With both hands on her ass, he pulled her closer to him until she scooted to the edge of the desk. Kissing a path down her belly, he peeled off her lacey panties, gently pulling them down.
“Bryan?”
Bryan backed her up again and kneeled between her legs. “I'm going to lick you now. Feel free to come as often as you want.” He grinned that crooked smile of his that told her he meant business.
The first stroke with his firm tongue was a shock as he licked the entire length of her slit. The second sure stroke was a promise. Every stroke of his tongue between her wet folds was a race to orgasm. The third lick was a seduction. He avoided her clit and teased around it, instead, sucking at her pussy lips and licking her slit. The tip of his tongue circled the opening of her pussy, and he pushed it in as far as it would go.
She held on to his hair, urging him to go faster. To give her what she needed. But he continued at his own pace. When he slid one finger inside her tight entrance as he licked her, Kyra expelled a long breath. “Oooh.”
He retracted his finger, only to reenter her with two. Finally, his tongue swept over her clit. With his teeth, he gently teased it, suckling the hot spot as he had her nipples.
Kyra's orgasm crashed into her with the force of a tidal wave. She hadn’t known she was so close until he'd started in on her clit. As she came and came, he continued easy lazy strokes. His fingers and his tongue showed no signs of giving her any rest.
When she'd tumbled down from her high, he continued to lick at her. Eventually, he stepped back from his feast.
Kyra panted as she held onto him. He muttered nonsense words, crooning to her. Telling her how sweet she tasted, how beautiful she was.
He pulled himself up over her, kissing her. She tasted herself on his lips as he kissed her slowly until her body hummed again. She still wanted him. “God, you are so hot.”
“I can’t believe this.” She reached between them. Through his jeans, she wrapped her fingers around the length of him and stroked.
Bryan hissed. “God, Kyra, if you keep doing that, we’re never going to finish this.”
“Okay, I’ll behave.” She smiled and stroked him again. The hum he stoked in her spread over her body. He made her feel alive and alight with energy. She wanted to make him feel the same. To make him lose control.
A growl rumbled deep in his chest, reverberating around them. “Kyra—”
A voice coming from his intercom had them springing apart. “Bryan, there’s an alert going. Our databases are down.”
Bryan stilled and dragged in deep breaths. “Kyra, I—”
Eyes wide, Kyra started to move off his desk. “I’ll just go. You have to deal with that.”
“Wait, I want—”
Despite everything, heat flooded her face. What the hell had she been thinking? Had she really been ready to fuck him in his office? She’d definitely lost her damn mind. The last thing she wanted was to be the next Elaine on his list. She stiffened her shoulders as she stepped into her panties and adjusted her skirt. “It’s okay. Deal with this. We’ll talk later.”
Needing to put some distance between the two of them, she took several steps away and adjusted her clothes. Feeling raw and exposed, she opened the door and didn’t look back.
Chapter 4
Kyra hurriedly smoothed her skirt again as she stumbled off the elevator onto the development floor. She had to get the hell out of there before anyone saw her. Practically running to the ladies room, she spent a solid fifteen minutes in one of the stalls, just sitting and catching her breath.
She was an idiot. Not only was Bryan Ross her employer, but he was also not relationship material. Hadn’t she just said she wanted to date with some purpose, not just flirt around with some guy because he was fun? Now, she’d just nearly had sex with her boss. But if what they’d done was any indication of his skills in the sack, then it was no wonder women didn’t want to leave him.
Her hands still shook from the adrenaline and need coursing through her body. Hanging her head low, she dragged in one more shaky breath. The stupid breathing exercises were supposed to help. But they didn't. She kept thinking about Bryan's hands on her thighs. His fingers slipping past her underwear to stroke her. The way she'd responded. God, the way he’d splayed her thighs wide and licked her again and again. She had no choice—she had to quit. There was no way she'd ever be able to look him in the face again without thinking about his tongue.
No. As strong as the compulsion was to run, she wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction. He’d gotten her off, but he hadn’t used her. Only because you were interrupted. No. He’d taken pleasure in her pleasure. Maybe her early assessment of him was wrong. Either way, she wasn’t going to leave. She’d made the choice to kiss him. She could live with that.
But she certainly wouldn’t be chasing after him like so many before her, begging for scraps. If he wanted to see her again, he’d have to chase her.
When she got back to her office, it didn’t take long for Megan to pounce. “So, I see you weren't escorted off the property. He couldn’t have fired you.”
Kyra cast her a baleful glance.
Megan hustled in, closing the door behind her. “What the hell happened? Are you okay?”
Kyra nodded, then shook her head. Wrapping her arms around herself, she rocked a little in her seat. “I might have had a minor fuck up, but I’m back on track.”
Megan’s brows furrowed. “Explain minor fuck up. And why is your hair all disheveled?”
Kyra ran a hand over it to smooth it. “I, uh…might have...” Kyra’s voice trailed off.
“Start at the beginning.”
Kyra did, and Megan sat in Kyra’s guest chair, her eyes transfixed. Kyra left out the more sordid details. Her friend didn't need to know about Bryan's tongue technique.
“So what happens now?”
“I have no idea. The chicken shit inside me wants to run and hide, but I’m too stubborn for that. I’m just no
t sure how I’m going to face him. But let me just tell you that I totally get it. All the fawning over him and women showing up here, trying to see him. I get it.”
Megan howled with laughter. “For realz?”
“For realz, for realz. He’s that good.”
“Hot damn, you lucky heifer.”
Kyra sobered. She wasn’t lucky. “Megan, I can’t be screwing the boss.”
“Wouldn’t be the first time that’s happened. Come on. Besides, you two clearly are into each other. Stop fighting it.”
Megan had a point. But dating her boss fell in the realm of do not go there for Kyra. She wasn’t so concerned about what people would say as she was about how she would cope when Bryan broke her heart. “Not my style.”
“Well, what if it was more than fucking?”
She could wish, but this wasn’t a fantasy. Bryan Ross wasn’t in love with her. “Oh, come on. You’ve said it yourself—he’s an alley cat. I know I’m not special. And that’s the part that sucks. I knew it, and I still kissed him. I really do need my head examined. I need to get out of here.”
“Look, it’s almost five. Why don’t you do yourself a favor and leave early today? Go home and get ready for your date.”
“Are you kidding me? I’ll need to cancel. I’ll reschedule or something.”
Megan gave her a sympathetic smile. “Honey, you'll see, it'll all work out. This is not the end of the world. You have your life, still have your job, and you just got down and dirty with a man so hot he should be illegal in twelve states. Things could be worse.”
Kyra giggled. Leave it to Megan to boil it down to what mattered.
***
Shit, dealing with the database problem had taken longer than Bryan had expected. He’d meant to try and catch Kyra before closing and take her to dinner. Now, it was six o’clock and probably too late, but it didn’t stop him from taking the stairs two at a time to the programmers’ floor.
He rounded the corner and nearly smacked into Megan. “Hey, Megan. Have you seen Kyra?”
Megan smirked, showing a dimple. “She took off a little while ago. She looked pretty harried. I think she had a date tonight.”
Bryan stilled. “A date?”
Megan nodded, and her red curls bounced around her shoulders. “Yeah, a blind date or something. I mean, why do you think she was dressed like that today? You have something you need her for?”
Pain sliced through him, and he bit his tongue. How the fuck could she go on a date after what they’d just done? “No, guess not.”
Megan chuckled. “God, you’re easy. She took off, but given how she didn’t quite look like herself this afternoon, I think she’ll be resting at home and not going on her date after all. You have her address, right?” She shrugged. “You know, in case you want to check on her.”
“I can get it. But it’ll be faster if you give it to me.”
“Somehow, I figured you were going to say that.”
Twenty minutes later, Bryan parked in front of Kyra’s neat, ranch-style home, trying to psych himself up.
His cock ached and throbbed, and his brain played the endless loop of him licking her to orgasm in his office. Who was he kidding? He’d been half hard every time she'd come anywhere near him for months. Sleeping with other women hadn’t helped. It had gotten so bad he'd taken to jacking off in the morning in the shower just so he could be around Kyra.
What the hell was wrong with him? He’d spent the better part of six months obsessed with the woman. Now he had a chance to go and get her, and he was hesitating. Everything had come into focus when she’d kissed him. He’d been fighting himself for the last six months, not her.
He stared up at her brick-red front door. If he went up there, she could say no to sleeping with him. Hell, for that matter to having anything more with him. Or worse, she could say yes. And for the first time since Heather, he’d have to let someone in, because he wouldn’t be able to treat Kyra like every other woman and keep her at arm’s length.
She was too smart and intuitive for that. She had a smart mouth, and she didn’t give up on anything she believed in, no matter how much she got battered. And when she wanted something, God help him, because there really was no telling her no. He grinned as he thought about how she pursued resources for her team. She was incredible. And mule-headed, but he’d already fallen for her. All he had to do was convince her to take a gamble on him.
Chapter 5
Kyra jumped out of the bath, slung on a kimono, and rushed down the hall as the ringing from her doorbell grew more insistent. Shit, these days she couldn’t even take a bath without something interrupting her. “Okay, okay, I’m coming. Keep your pants on.” She yanked the door open, then stumbled back several feet.
“Is that a rule you’re going to insist on? Because making love with my pants on is going to get tricky.” Bryan grinned at her.
She stumbled backward. “What are you doing here?”
“The database issue took longer than I expected. When I went looking for you, Megan said you’d gone home for a date.”
Shit, Megan. “I cancelled. I wasn’t really feeling up to it.”
He nodded. “I’m glad you weren’t feeling up for it.” He looked over her shoulder into her living room. “You going to let me in?”
She stood firm blocking his path. “Bryan, look, I don’t think—”
“Look, just give me a chance. Two minutes.”
Two minutes wouldn’t kill her. She stepped aside.
He walked in and immediately started looking around. He made a beeline for her marble fireplace in her study and examined at all her pictures. “I didn’t know you had a sister.”
She frowned. “How did you know she’s my sister?”
“She looks just like you.”
Kyra nodded and removed the photo from his hand. She replaced it on the mantle. “The clock’s ticking.”
“Okay. I’ll make it quick.” He expelled a short breath. “I know you think I’m only looking for sex, but that’s not true.”
“How do you know what I think?”
“It’s what I would think. Shit, I even think this is crazy, but I think we can make it work. You make me stop and think. You challenge me, and let’s face it, I need to be told no sometimes.”
“Bryan, we won’t work.”
His brows furrowed. “Why?”
“Because you go through women like Kleenex. I’m not into sharing, Bryan. I’m confident, but watching you parade women in front of me when this is all over isn’t going to make me feel so good. And at work, you don’t respect me. Everything I suggest, you brush aside like I’m some newbie who has nothing to offer.”
He shook his head. “Is that what you think? Damn, Kyra. You already know how smart I think you are. And you’re a fighter. It’s your methodology I’ve had a problem with. You’re like a dog with a bone, which is great when you’re running a project, but not great for the bigger picture. You’re probably the sole reason we’re going to make this release in time.”
She blinked at him, unsure of what to say.
Dragging his hands through his hair, he continued. “As for being with a lot of women, there’s a reason. Four years ago, I was engaged. She left. She didn’t like dealing with the trials of building a business. I was always working, and she wanted to have some fun. She also didn’t particularly like being broke. She tried to take a piece of the business as hers. Anyway, it messed me up a little when she left. I have a hard time trusting anyone, so I tend to not have anyone stay around for long. I went on a little bit of a tear.” He shook his head.
“A little bit? Bryan, I saw you getting a blow job in the office.”
He stepped into her space. “And whose name did I call out when I came?”
Oh. Right. “M-mine.”
He stroked her cheek with his thumb. “Since you showed up six months ago, I haven’t been able to think about anyone else. You’ve completely taken over every waking thought. I’m falling hard fo
r you, and I haven’t got a clue what to do about it.”
Kyra stared at him. He looked like a dream in the middle of her living room. He looked at home in her study. Like he belonged there—with her. “Bryan, I—”
“Kyra, we could be good together. I just need you to take a chance on me. Fight for me, like you fight for your teams.”
“You’re my boss.”
“I promise, it won’t interfere. I’ll make sure it doesn’t.”
“What happens when you decide you’re bored?”
“Honey, I don’t think I will ever get bored with you. It’s not going to happen.”
“I—”
He pulled her close, melding their bodies together. “I’ve been falling in love with you for months. And it scares the shit out of me. So stop telling me what you’re afraid of and tell me what you want.”
Her heart squeezed as she swayed into him. Her tongue felt too thick, and she couldn’t form the words. “Y-You. I want you.” He drew her into his arms and held her for three long breaths. “Bryan.”
“Hm?”
“Is that an anaconda in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?” The thick length of him pressed against her abdomen, and she bit back a moan. Her body remembered the delicious promise of what had happened inside his office. She had wanted to know how far they could take it.
“Oh, ignore him. He's miffed because he and his boys have been a nasty shade of blue since this afternoon. He's under wraps. We can take this as slow as you want.”
Disappointment sliced through her. This afternoon had been the first day she'd felt alive in years. With him, she felt sexy. Confident. Not the fake confidence she projected, but the real deal, radiate from the inside kind of confidence. And she liked it. She wanted more.
He pulled back, pinning his gaze on hers. When he still looked unsure, Kyra took matters into her own hands. After all, what was Megan always telling her? When a girl wants a man, put on the sex-me vibe and go get him.
Reaching up, Kyra wound her arms around Bryan’s neck and tangled her fingers into the hair at his nape. Gently, she tugged him down and molded her lips to his. He hissed an intake of breath just before sliding his hands down to her ass, drawing himself closer to her.