“Yes, but before we go eat, I need to move my car.”
He frowned. “Now?”
She took a deep breath. “Yes. I don’t want to make the parking garage a place of hell in my head any longer.”
“Okay,” he said softly.
He walked next to her toward the elevator and rode with her down to the sublevel where her car was parked. She clutched her keys so tightly in her fist, her knuckles were white. And when the door dinged open, she didn’t move for a moment. She couldn’t. Terror blanketed her mind as she remembered what it felt like to have that stranger touch her, violate her space. She didn’t even want to think about what he planned to do with her.
“I can do it, sweetheart,” Dalton said. “Give me your keys and go back to the office.”
She shook her head. “No. I have to do this. If I don’t, he wins.”
She stepped forward. One foot in front of the other. She looked at her car and then at the spot where the monster had finally let her go and she felt scared and brave at the same time.
“Are you all right?” Dalton asked.
She nodded and stopped at the back of her car. She looked at him. “He’s gone,” she said.
He nodded.
“All right,” she said and smiled. “Thank you.”
“My brave girl,” he murmured and pulled her into his arms for a brief hug.
She drove them to her new parking spot, right next to his, although her car certainly didn’t fit in with all the expensive, high-end cars around her. She didn’t care. She liked seeing their cars together. It was symbolic, in a way.
Back in his office, he closed the door behind them and locked it before pulling her into his arms. His hands roamed over her body as he kissed her and she felt his cock harden under his slacks. When he pulled back to look at her, his dark eyes burned with lust.
“Shall I tell you one of my fantasies?” he said, his voice deep and drugging.
“I want to make all your fantasies come true.”
“Oh, sweetheart, just you wait.”
****
God, sex at the office. Here he was, about to break another rule in the employee handbook, but he could really give a flying fuck at this point. Bellah made everything else disappear and he couldn’t wait to have her, here, in the place where he’d first met her.
“I want to lick you and eat you until you come on my tongue. Will you let me pleasure you, sweetheart?”
She whimpered and her hips rose upward in wordless agreement. Excitement spiraled through him, making his hands slightly shake.
“God, you’re so fucking sexy,” he crooned.
His hand left her ass and slid up her rib cage until he found the curve of her breast. He cupped the shape, molding her to his palm as he gently squeezed. Her nipple pebbled under the thin material and he traced over the turgid peak with his fingertip. She arched and gasped and that was when he lifted her and sat her on his desk. Papers scattered, pens rolled to the floor. God, it was so fucking hot.
“Open for me, sweetheart,” he murmured enticingly.
He pulled her thong aside until he was able to see her pussy, all plump and swollen with desire. Moisture glistened around the curls covering the hood. He ran a finger gently through them, barely brushing against her slit, and a moan erupted from her lips.
“Fuck, you’re wet,” he murmured. Then he kissed her, right on the spot he’d just touched. Her hips jerked, bumping against him.
“Oh, Dalton,” she moaned.
“You taste so damn sweet.”
He pressed his tongue against her again, as far as it would stretch, dipping into the slit. She moaned again and the little sound took him over the edge. He had to fully taste her now. He spread with his fingers until he found her clitoris and then proceeded to lick her. As soon as his tongue rasped against her sensitive nub, her body arched like it had touched a live wire. Her hands buried in his hair, pulling it almost too aggressively. But he loved it. It gave everything an edge that pumped through his blood, lighting him on fire. He licked and sucked her in, sliding one finger into her heat. She bucked against his hand. He pushed another finger inside and took her little clit between his teeth, sucking hard.
He licked up and down, driving his tongue in and over her nub. She was panted, begged, pleaded for more. Her body tightened beneath him and he could feel her quivering around his fingers.
“Come for me, Bellah.”
That was all she needed. She cried out as her orgasm crashed over her and he eagerly licked all her cream. He had never seen anything more sensual, more desirable, than Bellah in the throes of bliss. When her body finally relaxed and she sagged back onto the blanket, he eased up his torment, but he didn’t withdrawal from her body.
He was hard as fuck and wanted nothing more than to sink into her body, but Bellah must have had a different thought in mind because she slithered off the desk and onto her knees. Holy shit, she unzipped his pants and eased her hot little mouth over his dick.
He wasn’t going to last long, that was for damn sure. Eating her out had caused his libido to go into overdrive and all he wanted to do was come long and hard and … oh, shit! Yes! That was what he was planning on doing right now.
“Sweetheart, if you don’t want me to come in your mouth, you better get off,” he warned.
But she only sucked him more and so he let go, arching his back as white-hot ecstasy shot through his whole body as he pumped jet after jet of cum into her pretty little mouth. Bellah took him deep and swallowed every drop. After a moment, he was limp and sated but so very happy.
He pulled her up from her knees and cupped her face to kiss her. He tasted himself on her lips but she probably tasted her on his, so all was good.
“Can we meet like this every lunch hour?” she murmured happily.
“Definitely. I am falling fast for you, woman,” he said, and she pulled back to look at him in surprise. He chuckled. “Did you think I would jeopardize our working relationship over a meaningless fling?”
“I wasn’t sure, but I was hoping you felt like I did.”
“And how is that?”
She smiled. “You turn my world upside down. You make me laugh, and feel safe. And you’re a Cardinals fan. I think you’re just about perfect. And if not, you’re perfect for me.”
“I’m really going to have to amend the employee handbook.”
She just gave him an inquisitive look before he pulled her back into his arms. After all, they still had fifteen minutes before they had to get back to work.
The End
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BONUS SAMPLE CHAPTER
WARRIOR
Forgotten Rebels MC, 4
Beth D. Carter
Copyright © 2018
Sample Chapter
Charles Lawrence had just hit the SAVE button on his laptop when the telephone intercom system buzzed.
“Sir, Miss Farlander is here to see you.”
Charlies sighed and closed the lid of his computer. “Send her in.”
The young woman who walked into his office looked more like a cancer patient than a soon-to-be wealthy young lady. Her blonde hair had been dyed black, a color that harshly contrasted with her pale features, giving her already thin face a death-like appearance. Her black tank top displayed a tattoo inked on her left shoulder, three ravens taking flight. Skinny jeans and clunky black motorcycle boots completed the outfit, showing she clearly didn’t care about trying to appear professional in his high-priced office.
“Thanks for seeing me, Mr. Lawrence,” Church Farlander murmured.
He gestured to the leather wingback chair placed s
trategically in front of his desk. She sat, although she perched on the end as if she were preparing to run quickly away.
“Of course,” he replied. “I’m happy to report that you got a sizeable offer for the garage.”
He opened a folder and slid it in front of her. As Church picked up the offer and read through the details, he couldn’t help but notice the signs of fragility she tried hiding behind the tough façade she had long ago adopted. The dark circles under her eyes and the wariness shining from the deep-blue depths, however, bespoke of many sleepless nights. As a friend of her grandfather, he’d known Church and her twin sister Cherry since they were little kids, and he’d never seen two more opposite people. He didn’t know Church’s story, didn’t know what had imprinted the mistrust onto her skin like a bad tattoo, but it made him want to hug her and assure her that she was going to be okay.
Which startled him because compassion wasn’t part of his make-up. In his profession, it was wise to keep an emotional distance from his clients, but there was something about Church that evoked a sense of sympathy.
“This is twenty thousand above what I’m asking for.” She frowned. “Is that legal?”
“Of course,” Charles replied, amused. He wasn’t used to people questioning the validity of his legal recourse. “There’s a counter-offer on the table, so this is a way to entice you to choose the higher one. I guess this other buyer sees potential in the garage.”
“I guess,” she murmured, still reading. “Do you know who this higher bid is from?”
Charles looked at the paperwork. “Some LLC. I can look into it further if you want me to.”
Church nibbled on her bottom lip as she seemed to think the offer over and eventually closed the folder to slide it back over the desk. “No, that’s okay. It doesn’t really matter, I guess. I’ll accept the larger offer. Can I roll the payment over to the title transfer of the cabin into my name and the purchase of the garage in Stevens all at one time?”
Charles opened his laptop again and punched a few buttons. “The death certificate on Richard Latorre came through, so no problem there, and the city of Stevens has granted your business license. All that’s left is crossing our t’s and dotting our i’s until the sale of the garage is complete.”
“Perfect.” She held up the papers. “These mine?”
“Yes. You know, once this is over, you’ll have a nice nest egg. Maybe you should think about investing it.”
Church didn’t answer, instead standing to gather her paperwork, stuffing it all haphazardly into a backpack. She didn’t look at him and he sighed at her obstinance.
“I think your grandfather would be happy to see you getting out of Springfield,” Charles continued, wanting to break the heavy silence that had descended.
“He would be happy to know Cherry is taken care of,” she replied, correcting him.
“What about you, Church? Your grandfather loved you as well.”
She shrugged. “I can take care of myself. Always have.”
“There’s no shame in letting someone help you.”
Church raised an eyebrow. “I let you help me. For a fee. Email your bill and I’ll send payment right away.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
“Thanks again, Mr. Lawrence, for taking this on,” she said, completely ignoring his words. “I know this isn’t the type of law you practice.”
“How many times have I told you to call me Charles? Your grandfather was a friend of mine.”
She didn’t answer, but he expected that. She wasn’t the type of woman to talk just for the sake of talking. Clutching her backpack, she gave him a wave and walked out of his office without once looking back. Charles stared at the door for a few moments before he picked up the phone and dialed a number he knew by heart.
A man on the other end picked up immediately. “Yes?”
“She accepted your offer.”
“Any questions?”
“No. I played you off as an LLC.”
“And she’s moving to Stevens?”
“Yes, I believe so. She applied for a business license within the town limits.”
The man on the other end sighed. “Good. Time to end this ugly chapter.”
“And what of Masterson?”
“I’ll deal with him. I have one more job for him.”
“Very well.”
Charles hung up, neatly stacked the paperwork on Church Hallelujah Farlander, and placed it in a folder before he took out a set of keys to lock the information away. He was finally free of the obligation he had for being her grandfather’s friend and it felt good to wash his hands of the twins.
End of sample chapter
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