by Belita Renn
"He certainly knows how to enjoy a party.” Her vampire sounded envious.
"Yes. Before the night is over there will be many such displays. It is rumored that anyone that pleases Morrison's lecherous side, will get a hefty bonus, and if you please Torgue you get a promotion."
"Do you believe it's true that they would promote someone that hadn't earned the position merely because of a sexual display?"
Shaking her head, she laughed softly. “I don't know. I have never heard of anyone actually getting a bonus, or promotion after the Ball. Gabe is with his former superior. He was fired this week; he implied earlier that he would be attempting to regain his post. If that is his goal, I believe he should have chosen a different partner. There are still executives that object to these liberal actions."
"I agree he would have had a better chance if he had bedded Torque, although if he was fired I doubt it. There was probably a good reason for his dismissal. If someone did get a promotion would it be assumed they had pleased Torque?"
A frown settled on her brow. “I hadn't thought of that, but you are probably right."
He was right; everyone would believe her promotion would be a direct result of the party, if it was real. Everyone would be comparing notes, trying to find someone that knew what she had done to please the boss. When they couldn't find a source, it would be assumed she had slept with the boss, perhaps even both or all of them. Did someone wish to embarrass her by having her start the new position on Monday following the ball? “Damn."
"Did I say something to displease you?"
"No. Let's find something to drink. I am feeling a little dry.” She needed a buzz more than ever. They crossed the garden to the tables arranged with refreshments.
"Do you wish to eat?"
"Not right now.” Lifting a glass, she took a healthy swallow before lowering the rim from her lips.
"I don't suppose you would be willing to tell me your name?"
Hoping he really didn't recognize her, she glanced up at him. “You don't suppose correctly.” Smiling, she slide her eyes down his strong torso. He had broad shoulders and a firm stomach that followed straight lines to his masculine hips. His thighs were encases in black gabardine that caressed his legs when he moved and he wore black boots.
"If you didn't have the cape and makeup you might be able to pass for one of the country music stars."
"We could go somewhere private. Reveal our secret identities. Perhaps we could put a little makeup on you.” His deep voice had grown husky, lifting a hand he brushed it crossed her nipple with the backs of his knuckles.
"You think I need more makeup?” teasing she asked, taking a casual step back from his hand.
"I would like to put some red lipstick on your nipples."
Breathing between parted lips, she considered his offer.
She was tempted, but it would be foolish to attempt a coupling here. Shaking her head, she turned away. “I cannot believe I am even considering it. I would be a fool to leave with you."
"We could stay here. Go to one of the guest rooms."
Again, she shook her head. “I have heard it rumored that Morrison might have those wired for video through the security system."
"Oh, I didn't know. What about the cottages out back? They were servant's quarters weren't they? I doubt they are wired."
She wanted to go with him. Thoughts of having those big hands on her body were making her ache.
Her clit throbbed with anticipation. “Do you think you could get a key?"
"They won't be locked. He is expecting stay over guests."
Looking at his white painted face, she liked the shape of his face and the fullness of his lips. Yes, she wanted those lips on her nipples. “Yes.” She stopped breathing for a moment when she realized she had spoken aloud.
Grabbing her in a bear hug, he lifted her from the ground. “You won't regret it."
Pushing at his chest, she gasped. “I already am, you're crushing me."
"Sorry.” Easing his grip he lowering her to the ground. “I cannot kiss you, not with this makeup. But I want you to know that I want too, desperately."
Grasping her hand in his large gloved one he started across the lawn. She objected in a hissing tone, hurrying after him.
"Stop. Someone, everyone will notice the way you are hauling me off. A vampire isn't a caveman."
He stopped and released her hand. A frown tugged his eyebrows inward as he turned and studied her and then glanced around the garden. “Sorry, I got carried away.” He sighed. “I am making a lot of mistakes tonight. It is because I am pressed for time that I am anxious. I will do better if you will give me the opportunity."
"We will stroll casually across the garden. Or we don't go at all."
"Yes ma'am.” He waited for her to step to his side, then turned and they strolled across the garden away from the refreshment tables. “Have you ever made it with anyone at one of these?"
"No. My position with the company doesn't allow it."
"What has changed?"
"Nothing. Everything. I don't know for certain. I guess it was a bad idea. We had better forget it. If we were discovered, I would probably lose my job. My boss is one of the old fashions executives.” Then again, she might be out of a job come Monday anyway. She would just wait and see what happened between them, if it happened, it happened. Who was she to fight destiny?
They strolled from the garden lights into the high hedge bushes. Couples were hiding behind the bushes kissing and fondling. Smiling, they continued walking.
"I wouldn't do anything that would jeopardize your job.” He sounded resigned to the fact that nothing was going to happen.
What surprised her was that he stayed. When he could go in search of someone willing to satisfy his urges, he stayed by her side. He continued to stroll slowly with her as though that was as important to him as relieving his sexual desires.
It made her feel very special, as though someone finally really wanted to be with her. Don't be stupid Theodore isn't serious about being with you. Was staying his way of saying he wanted to try for a serious relationship?
"From what you have said the owners have voyeurs tastes. I didn't think it was possible tonight at least to offend them. The executives cannot overrule their decisions."
"True, but if I am fired I doubt the owners would even know, or care to discover why if they were to learn of my dismissal. Some of the executives do a lot of things the owners don't know about. I believe that is why they made the rule that no one can make derogatory remarks about the executives or even the owners and retain their position."
"That is an interesting bit of information. How long has that been in effect?
"As long as I have worked here. I have been with the company five years."
"What are the Christmas parties usually like?"
"Like this only on a much smaller scale. The party is at the office and no one is in costume, so they are usually more reserved. Still, the drinks loosen them up somewhat,” she revealed, smiling. “I may not be as bold as some of the other employees, but I don't object to anyone having a good time."
"Is this a cabin?” Leaving the hedges they entered an open area with a servant's quarters. There were no servants living on the premises now. All the servants working tonight were temporary and they would be departing after the party. By mutual consent, they turned and walked along the side of the cabin instead of heading for the front entrance.
At the end of the building, tall dark and handsome turned behind the cabin. The moonlight fell on the back of the building making it easy for them to see where they were going. The party and all the occupants were blocked from view.
"You can call me, Hale.” His deep timbre husky, he stopped and leaned against the back of the building.
Placing a boot flat against the wall he raised a knee and drew her before him against his raised thigh. Her feet straddled his straight leg as he gathered her against his hard frame. Then he dropped his head and feathered
a kiss over her parted lips. “I long to kiss you. I hate that I wore this makeup."
Aching to be kissed properly she grasped his raised thigh and then leaned against the swollen erection. When he dropped his leg, he straightened and turned circling her until her back was against the wall. He tugged the gloves from his hands and dropped them to the ground. Then his large hands were brushing her breasts as his fingers opened the button to her shear jacket. He formed a cup with his palms and dragged the shear material across her breasts, and tucked it beneath her arms.
Then he lifted his head and gazed at her face. She could see the outline of his features. Even in shadows and with makeup she knew he was a handsome man. To be honest he appeared more handsome than she remembered. It had to be the mysterious atmosphere of wearing the costumes that were affecting her responses to him.
The whole situation was highly erotic. She wanted him to remove her top, and suckle her nipples as he had suggested earlier. Her breasts rising high from her excitement she stroked her fingers across his raised thigh.
His finger caressed her throat, his thumbs tilting up her chin. Parting her lips slightly she waited for his kiss, her heart thundering in her chest. Although she hadn't felt him release the button hold that the halter-top closed with behind her neck his hands slid down her chest and over her breasts, dragging the freed halter-top material down.
The material was pushed beneath her nipples as he revealed her breasts to his ardent gaze. His large hands wrapped around her ribcage, he lifted her breasts then licked his lips before lowering his head.
Carie closed her eyes and waited for the first brush of his lips. When they closed wet and cool over the tip of a soft nipple her body jumped in reaction.
Giggling, she covered her mouth with her fingers.
"Sorry. Your wet mouth startled me."
"You don't need to be nervous. I won't harm you."
His lips closed over her breast and drew her areola into his mouth and he began suckling.
Her knees buckled. If she hadn't been leaning against the wall for support she would have sank to the ground. His lips caressed her puckered areola before moving to her opposite breast and gave it the same tender attention. Moaning softly, she held his head to her breast. Her body spiraled into sexual excitement.
She felt the heat from his hand cupping her pubis, then his fingers stroked down the narrow strip of material that ran between her thighs.
Gasping, her body trembled while need quaked through her sex. Her clit throbbed with enthusiasm sending fresh shiver from her female core through the center of her body to lodge at the base of her lungs.
"You're awfully hot for a vampire."
"It's because I have already eaten tonight."
"Ahh...” The sound turning into a moan she ended it breathlessly.
His head lifted then he raised the material and covered her breasts, then closed the strap button behind her neck. He stepped between her spread thighs and lifted her up the wall until her pelvis was pressing against his hard erection.
"I need to enter you now. I want to make it good for you, better than this, but I feel as though I have been waiting for ages to be in your body."
"Yes,” breathlessly she agreed.
With her legs spread, her mini skirt was up to her crotch. He shoved it up her hips. His hands moved beneath her buttocks to tug her tights to the side then he stroked her neither lips. His finger slipping inside he found her clit and rubbed against it with firm definite strokes.
Carie gasped for breath as she held on tightly to his shoulders and rode the wave of desire washing through her body.
His hand moved away, she felt it moving at his stomach and she knew he was releasing his engorged erection from his pants. Returning his hand to her ribs, he lifted her forward separating her from the wall until she was leaning against his body. He positioned her in line with him at the opening of her sheath. “Tell me, you want this?"
"Yes, I want you in me."
He slid her down, impaled her on his hard shaft. Holding her around the ribs he braced her against the wall and stared into her eyes. His gaze locked with hers while he was buried deep in her sheath, it was a very intimate joining.
Never had she felt so invaded as her body adjusted to the stretching of his distended erection.
He had entered her sheath as bold as any lover that knew he was welcome. When he began rocking his hips, pulling out until the inflamed head stretched her opening, her body quivered around him. Then he shoved hard as he re-entered boldly until he was buried deep within her body. Groaning from his exquisite pleasure, he held her gaze with his hypnotic eyes.
Her muscles quivered and clenched around his hard shaft in self-indulgence.
She held onto his shoulders, moaning, and lifted her legs to lock them behind his back. She breathed heavily, thrilled by his deep moans of pleasure, which increased her own pleasure of his deep touch. Her climax built like water pumping into tiny swells, then suddenly the walls broke and she cried out as delight washed through her body.
His mouth clamped over her lips and drank in her cry, maintaining their privacy. This was not Theodore's passive kiss. This man kissed with deep dominating passion. This man wasn't Theodore!
As soon as the initial burst was over, he eased from her lips and whispered. “Sshhhh, We don't want company.” The side of his mouth lifted in a grin. “Unless you want an audience."
"No.” Exhausted, her head fell back against the wall and she groaned softly as aftershocks rippled through her sheath.
"Oh yeah. You have a tight body. You should allow me to help you realize its full potential,” he whispered close to her ear.
"I think you have.” She chuckled ironically.
"I mean on a regular basis.” Covering her mouth, he moaned deep, thrust hard and sprayed his seed into her body. Panting he pulled his mouth away. “I mean I want you to see me again."
A slow grin spread her lips wide, “I haven't seen you the first time.” Her smile faded. “Oh Go—I haven't even seen your face."
Her legs fell away from his sides, and she pushed him away from her body.
"How sick am I? That was the best sex I have ever had and I haven't even seen your face."
"Pretty sick I guess.” A grin tugged up the corners of his full lips.
Slumped against the wall she adjusted her clothing.
He hooked a finger under her chin and lifted her face, forcing her to meet his gaze. “Lucky for me, I'm in the mood for an attractive sick lady and you fit my needs perfectly.” He took a handkerchief from his pocket, then wiped her lips and around her mouth. “I don't think I left anything on your face. I left most of it on your breasts, I hope."
A hiccup sob broke from her lips.
Gathering her in his arms, he cuddled her to his chest. “Don't cry. It was a dumb costume, and I'm sorry I wore it. I wanted to kiss you so badly, I forgot. Truly, I don't think anyone will be able to tell you've been kissing a clown. They may think you have been kissing another woman, but not a clown dressed as a vampire."
Valiantly chuckling, she took his proffered linen an wiped her eyes, “Sorry."
"It's okay, I get emotional over a great climax too."
"Then yours wasn't?” Her scratchy voice contained unshed tears that she was unable to conceal.
"Mine was great, would have been better if we had been naked and hadn't been in a rush. Next time I promise to cry."
"I don't usually cry, or get this emotional."
"I know, you have fallen in love with me, and you don't know how to tell me,” he spoke in a soft suggestive timbre. “It's perfectly understandable. We vampires have a unique kind of power over every woman we seduce. I believe it is called entranced, or perhaps it's enthralled."
She chuckled. His foolishness was making her feel better about the situation. What did it matter that he wasn't Theodore, the sex had be unbelievable. “You think I'm a bedlam case."
"What I'm thinking is that I'm getting hard again, an
d I'm wondering if it would be rude to push you against the wall again."
She dabbed the linen beneath her eyes. “This is very weird. I might cry buckets next time."
He sighed dramatically, “Oh well in that case we'll wait until Monday. I don't want to cause you to spoil your lovely makeup at the party. But once I get you in bed, I don't care if you cry buckets, I am going to love you all night long."
She chuckled, “Do all men make promises they don't have a hope in hell of keeping?"
"I have every intention of fulfilling them if you will allow me.” He tweaked her nose. “Come on, let's get something to drink."
He helped her straighten the crotch of her tights, taking a long time smoothing them, and then he smoothed her skirt making certain her buttock was concealed. Finally, taking her hand, he guided her toward the mansion.
As they neared the lights, she stopped. “I cannot go back. Your makeup is gone from your mouth. I probably have it on mine and possibility other places that show. Would you go inside and call a cab for me?"
"If that is your wish, or I could drive you home,” he offered.
"I will wait out front for the cab."
As he strode away, she circled the building. She stayed out of the light she waited for the cab in the shadow of one of the trees. Upon hearing a crunch, she glanced around and saw him striding across the lawn.
"I brought you a drink. I'll wait with you for the cab."
When he reached her side, he passed a glass into her hand, then wrapped his arm around her waist.
He leaned her against his side and kissed her upturned lips. “What night can I spend the night with you, or you with me? Monday works for me."
As she ran her finger around the rim of the champagne glass, she dropped her head. “Do you think that is a good idea. You don't need to see me again because I acted a fool back there. I am a big girl, I can handle a one night stand with a stranger."
"I'm certain you know best, however that is neither here nor there in our situation. I'm asking you out. I'm asking for a relationship. What happened a few minutes ago wasn't an everyday occurrence; so don't dismiss it as such. It is insulting and degrading to both of us. There is a connection between us; you felt it. I felt it the moment I laid eyes on you."