by Rye Hart
“God, you feel good in my hands.” He licked at my mouth and ran his hand down my thigh, pushing my dress up with his rough fingers.
His hands trailed down my back, igniting hot lines of fire over my skin. I groaned at the feeling of it. Then he moved lower, gripping my ass in his hands and pulling my body tight against his.
“Good. Just don’t stop touching me,” I panted against his lips as we locked gazes. His dark green eyes held a million emotions, each tugging at the part of me that wanted to fall in love.
His cock pressed against my stomach, and I lifted up on my toes to feel him pressed to the center of my heat. He groaned loudly and ground against me, going in for another round of hungry, probing kisses.
I reached between us and gave his erection a playful stroke. Heat radiated from it against my palm. It grew even bigger at my touch, until I thought it would rip through his pants.
Knowing that I had this effect on him thrilled me. Luke was so usually dominant and powerful and in control. But now, being close like this, he was under my control. At least, a part of him was.
“I want this,” I murmured against his lips as I stroked him again.
“Good. It’s thick and hard for you, Amber. It’s a lot for a woman to handle. You sure you’re up for trying?” He smiled before running his nose down the side of my neck. “Wanna see just how right you are about me being a big dick?”
“Fuck,” I whimpered as my body tightened and released. I wanted to be fucked like a wild woman, pressed to the wall and consumed by him.
His words, combined with the greediness of his touch, left me feeling sexy and desirable, the way every woman should feel. It cast aside my inhibitions and spurred me on to be even bolder.
I slipped my hand down his slacks and boxers and grasped his cock in my hand. He grunted at the feeling of it. A low, animal sound that drove me wild. “I want to see it. I want to see you.”
“Such a dirty girl.” He gave me a wicked smile and moved back, unfastened his pants and slid them over his hips, taking his boxers with him.
He stood there naked and unashamed. Thick muscle ran down his body, and various tattoos decorated his skin. His cock was quite a bit larger than I’d expected, and a moment of panic raced through me. How horrifying would it be if I couldn’t fit him in?
“You’re incredible.” I glanced up to find him watching me with something like pride in his eyes. “So fucking hot.”
“Good. Enjoy me.” He licked his lips and reached down to stroke himself. “Nine inches just for you, kitten. Still think you’re up for the challenge?”
My eyes roved over every inch of his body. There was no way in hell I was backing down. Instead of responding, I swatted his hand away and stroked his shaft slowly with a loose grip. It twitched and quivered in my hand, responding to my touch.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” he mumbled and pulled me closer. He kissed me again and reached around to undo the zipper along the back of my dress as I touched him.
“Yes,” I said breathlessly. “It’s definitely a yes.”
I trembled with anticipation, hoping desperately he’d like what he saw.
My dress fell open. He gripped my arms and turned me so he could see me in the dim light. His eyes drank me in greedily. His cock swelled even thicker in my hand, which I hadn’t thought possible.
“You’re so goddamn beautiful,” he said, his voice a low, sexy baritone.
Lightning fast, he yanked my dress the rest of the way off my body. Then he picked me up in his strong arms and dropped me on his bed. He climbed in beside me, pressing his body over mine. His hard length probed between my legs and he planted kisses down my neck and chest.
My skin felt like it was on fire everywhere he kissed. Each touch of his lips added to the blaze until it swept over me like liquid heat. It was a pleasure to burn.
Luke tugged my bra down, revealing my breasts, my nipples tight and pink. “Fuck yes.”
He gazed down at them, his eyes crackling with passion. He leaned down and pulled one of my nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it until it grew even harder.
His hand caressed my other breast, tracing light circles over my tender flesh. He awoke a symphony of pleasure in me, sending jolts of sensation directly to my core.
I moaned loudly and arched my back, reveling in the feeling of him pressed to the front of me. It felt so good that I was scared I might wake up and find myself lost in the middle of a dream.
A dull, desperate ache throbbed between my legs, begging to be filled. I bucked my hips up, pressing against his thick shaft, needing to feel him. Luke’s hips met mine, grinding his thick cock against me. I moaned again at the delicious friction.
“Luke,” I said, my voice thick with desire. “I want you. I want all of you.”
He gazed into my eyes. “I want you, too, Amber.”
His fingers hooked under the waistband of my panties and he slid them past my feet. His strong hands gripped my thighs and parted my legs, opening me up to him.
“God, woman. You’re already wet for me.” He ran his finger down my lips and slipped his digit in his mouth, closing his eyes and groaning loudly.
“Shit,” I buckled in pleasure and gripped the sheets. “Fuck me. Please. I need to feel you inside of me.”
“I want to hear you beg a little.” His wicked smile had me vibrating with lust.
“Please Luke, please fuck me,” I begged.
He brought his body over me so that his face was level with mine. The thick head of his cock nudged my aching entrance, parting my silky folds. He leaned down and kissed me, hot and hard. Just when I thought I couldn’t stand the anticipation any more, he thrust inside me.
I gasped at the feeling of it. My whole body tensed at the sensation of being filled up. Luke stayed like that, motionless for just a moment, letting my body adjust. Then he began to slide in and out, slowly and gently.
I bit my lip at the sweet agony between my legs. He felt so good. So right. So damn big.
“I love how you grip me. Like you’re ready to milk this big fucker just to prove that you were up for the challenge.” He glanced down and took a shaky breath.
Every part of me tingled with heat. He was my naughtiest fantasies come to life.
“I was right, wasn’t I?” I asked, my eyes wide as I tried to talk a tough game, but failed miserably at it.
“Yeah, you were, kitten.” He kissed me a few more times as he ran his head over my lips, bobbing into my entrance and playing me like a fiddle. “Come for me when I tell you to. Not a second before.”
I nodded, wanting to endure whatever he was dishing out. “It’s not going to take long, ” I warned.
He licked his lips and gripped his cock, popping it against my clit as I moaned and writhed.
I buckled as my body contracted. “I need to come.”
“I know you do.” He smiled and moved back. “But you’ll do what I tell you to do. Just like you do in the kitchen. This place is no different. I’m in charge.”
I nodded, losing my dominant spirit quickly. Pleasure danced in the center of my stomach, and I closed my eyes, trying to slow my heart before I went into cardiac arrest. Everything about the moment had me wired to explode.
“I’m getting a condom. Don’t move.” His voice was low, commanding, delicious.
“I won’t,” I whispered and glanced down the length of my body. He seemed to like everything about me.
“I love that you’re being so good for me.” He stopped at the edge of the bed and grabbed my legs, pulling me toward him. “’Cause I can tell that you don’t want to be.”
“I don’t” I admitted and gripped the sheets as he took hold of himself again and played with my pussy, opening me up and pressing in a little. He stretched me so gloriously.
I moaned loudly before panting like I’d just ran a marathon. “Please. Stop toying with me and just fuck me.”
“Are you telling me or asking me?” He pulled out and smiled,
rubbing his length along my lips and watching me with lusty intent.
“Please, fuck me. Please?”
“Only ‘cause you said please.” He pushed his cock deep inside of me, and I cried out and reached for him.
“Luke,” I whispered roughly, pleading with my eyes.
“Come for me , Amber. Lose yourself for me.”
I moaned wildly as he quickened his strokes, plunging deeper inside me with every movement. My breath came in short, panting moans. I arched my back in an attempt to pull him in even farther. He took the opportunity to take my hard nipple in his mouth. He nipped and sucked at me. It felt so good I thought I would explode.
My hands gripped his forearms in a vice grip. I felt the nails digging into his flesh. He didn’t seem to notice. He kept pounding deeper with a steady, maddening rhythm.
Pressure built up inside me, threatening to explode. I was getting closer and closer with every stroke of his amazing cock. My body tensed.
Then pleasure exploded inside me, shattering me into a million little pieces. I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. I could even move except for the trembling of my legs.
Luke stiffened inside me and his body froze. With a grunt of pleasure, he came with me. His cock spasmed inside me, growing bigger.
“Fuck,” he mumbled and collapsed beside me, panting and sweaty. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close as I basked in the afterglow.
It felt good to be held in his arms. Every part of me was alive and pumping with blood. It was by far the best sex I had ever had. I wanted him again. Tonight. Tomorrow. Forever.
Oh shit, what had I done?
***
We lay together for a long time, not speaking, just enjoying each other’s presence.
It was nice while it lasted.
Eventually, my brain started working again. With it, came uncertainty. Had I made a mistake by hooking up with Luke?
He was my boss.
If the situation went sideways, like it almost certainly would, I wouldn’t just be messing up our relationship, I’d be messing up my career. It’s not like we could still work together if things went bad. Even if we could, it wouldn’t be pleasant. Luke was brutal before, I could only imagine the holy hell he’d rain down on me if things didn’t work out between us.
Hell, I didn’t even know if he wanted a relationship. Frankly, I didn’t know if I wanted one either. Maybe sleeping with him was a mistake. The warmth between my legs and the pulsing parts of my body didn’t back that theory up too well however.
I needed time to think. It was impossible to do that lying naked next to Luke.
“I should go,” I said.
“You don’t have to.”
“I know, but I should go anyway. We’ve got an early day tomorrow.”
“True.”
“Plus, there’s Emery to think about. If she knows I stayed over, she might start asking questions. She might think we’re-” I couldn’t finish the thought. I was going to say she might think Luke and I were a couple. “Anyway. That was amazing. You’re amazing.”
“I understand,” Luke said and moved away from me to sit up on the side of the bed with his back to me. “You’re right. It’s probably for the best.”
I got dressed in the darkness, feeling so out of place all of a sudden.
Luke disappeared into the bathroom and walked back out just wearing jeans. He looked like a god.
“Come on. I’ll walk you to the door.” He moved out into the hallway, and I followed him, memorizing the thick black tribal art on his back. The man was everything anyone would want in their bed. Why was I feeling like shit about my decision to sleep with him all of a sudden?
We reached the door and he opened it before turning to face me. Just before I was about to leave, he pulled me back and kissed me again.
I lifted to my toes, enjoying the soft press of his lips. “See you tomorrow?”
“Yes.”
“Okay. See you then.” I walked out, not knowing if it was our last kiss or the first of many to come. Either way, it filled me with warmth that kept away my dark, cold thoughts as I drove home alone.
CHAPTER NINE - LUKE
I woke up to the sound of muffled giggling. I rolled over and my eyelids fluttered open. Two bright eyes stared back at me. Emery stood beside my bed, her hands clamped over her mouth to stifle her laughter.
I smiled at her. “What’s so funny?”
“You snore loud like a papa bear,” she said, falling onto the bed in a fit of laugher.
“I do not.”
“You sound like a bull dozer.”
That made no sense to me, but it was too early to try and figure out how her mind worked. “I guess you’re feeling better, huh?”
She nodded. “Much better.”
“Good. I was worried about you.”
“Don’t worry. Amber took care of me.”
“I know.”
Emery crawled up so that her face was next to mine, our noses touching. “Is she coming back today?” Her face looked so hopeful and happy. It was a shame I’d have to tell her no.
“Not today. Today she has to go to work with me.”
Her face scrunched up as she thought for a second. Then she smiled, as if she’d just figured something out. “Oh, so it’s your turn to be with Amber.”
I chuckled at that. “I guess so.”
“That’s okay. We can share her. She can come over tomorrow.”
I scooped Emery up into my arms. “Well, Amber works for me. So she has to be at the restaurant most days.”
“Oh.” Her face fell. “That sucks.”
“Hey! Language, young lady.” I gave her a stern look.
“Sorry.” She curled up against my chest, her face lost in thought. Finally, she spoke in a fierce whisper. “Everyone loves bowling.”
I laughed so hard my chest shook, bouncing Emery up and down. “What are you talking about, you little nut?”
“Ask Amber to come bowling with us. She can’t say no to that.”
“Oh, right. Because everyone loves bowling. Got it. Okay, I’ll ask her. But I can’t make any promises.”
Emery nodded earnestly. “She’ll say yes.”
She said it with such certainty that she had me convinced.
***
Amber was waiting for me when I pulled into the restaurant parking lot. She leaned up against her car with her arms crossed over her heavy breasts. Images of worshiping those breasts the night before raced through my mind. I wanted nothing more than to roll down the window and tell her to get in. We were going for round two, and this time, it would last all damn day long.
The wind blew her dark hair behind her. She looked wild and beautiful. My chest ached at the sight of her. I was in trouble.
I parked next to her and got out of the car.
“Morning, boss,” she said.
I made a face. “‘Boss?’ Really?”
She grinned. “I was trying not make things weird between us.”
“Well, try harder. Cause calling me boss after last night is totally weird.”
“Look, I just don’t want you to think I have some kind of expectations about—”
I interrupted her. “Do you like to bowl?”
Amber gave me a sideways look. “Is that, like, code for something?”
I laughed. “No, I mean actual bowling. Bad shirts, horrible food, and ugly shoes. You know, bowling.”
“It’s been awhile, but I guess I like it.” Her cheeks burned pink.
“Little Miss Emery wanted me to cordially invite you to bowl with us on Friday.”
“Is it Emery inviting me or you?”
“Well, it was her idea to ask you. But I’m asking you, too.” I reached out and tucked a wild hair behind her ear. I was going to fall in love, I could feel it. And there was not one damn thing I could do to stop it.
Amber’s face broke out in a sunny smile. “That sounds great.”
***
The lunch shif
t was busy as usual, but the brigade was working like a well-oiled machine. Plates flew out to the dining room faster than ever, and there were almost no mistakes.
I found myself smiling as I paced through the kitchen, keeping an eye on things.
Things last night had ended with a giant question mark, but after this morning, I felt good about what had happened between us. I didn’t think it was just a one-night stand, some wild fling never to be repeated.
I wanted her again, and not just for sex. I wanted to spend more time with Amber. I had fun with her. She brought something out of me that no one else did. She made me smile, made me laugh. She made me feel alive.
It was funny. When she first showed up, my plan was to sharpen up her soft edges to bring out the best in her. Now, it felt like she was the one bringing out the best in me.
I wasn’t about to get ahead of myself, though. I wasn’t rushing out to buy an engagement ring or anything. But there were definite possibilities with Amber. I looked forward to seeing where it could go. All of my worries from before were melting away, which was concerning, and yet I needed a little bit of bliss in my life.
Danny seemed to notice my cheery demeanor. He kept glancing my way when he thought I wasn’t looking. He looked anxious, like my good mood was the precursor to an apocalyptic fit of rage.
I didn’t let it bother me, but I also didn’t do anything to calm his twitchy nerves.
My attention was elsewhere, anyway. I tried my hardest not to stare at Amber like a doe-eyed schoolboy, but no matter what I did, my eyes couldn’t help but return to her.
I loved to watch her cook. She moved with a fluid grace, almost like she was dancing. I couldn’t speak for anyone else, but to me, it was sexy as hell.
If no one else was around, I would have spent the whole day beside her. But whatever was going on between us, I needed to keep things professional at work. No one else needed to know that something happened .
I knew the score. People would start accusing me of favoritism. Once she moved up the ranks, they’d claim it was because we slept together, not because she deserved it. She didn’t need that, and neither did I.