by Diana Ballew
“It’s Joe, Vicki.” He slid closer to her and dipped his head.
“It’s Victoria,” she said in a firm voice. He’d called her Vicki a second time. No one called her Vicki. Not her parents, not her grandmother. Her heart clenched. Her parents had divorced and remarried so many times she barely talked to them. Her grandmother ... a smile crossed her lips. Her grandmother refused to shorten her name. Her stomach clenched with the reminder her grandmother was gone now. With a quick shake of her head, she forced away her memories. Now was not the time.
She should be annoyed with Joe for shortening her name, but instead her insides melted. She angled her head away from his seductive presence, but it didn't help. She could still smell him and feel him—and damn it, she wanted him.
“Vicki is much sexier, and you’re one sexy woman.”
“Yeah, right.” Her spine stiffened. Enough! Push him away. But her body wouldn’t cooperate. This was crazy. They were stuck together, and he just needed something—someone—to pass the time. She wasn't important to him. And that stung.
“Why do you doubt it?” His palms skimmed up arms and settled on her shoulders. Within the next minute, his hands were in her hair. Seconds later, her blonde tresses tumbled around her shoulders. “Better?” he asked.
“No. It isn’t.” She managed to get her body to obey and take a step back. She held out her hand. “I’d like my clip, please.” He had no idea how precious the gift was to her.
He admired the silver design before slipping it into his pants pocket.
“Mr. Bradshaw, this is very unethical.” She fought to keep her tone stern, even though her spine wanted to melt and her lips tingled with the need to kiss him.
“It’s Joe.”
Victoria shook her head, her hair cascading further. “I can file sexual harassment charges.” Her tone was firm.
“But you won’t.” A grin teased his lips, and excitement raced up her spine. That grin was wicked, sexy, and wildly devilish. She'd never met a man like him.
“What makes you think so?” She didn’t like the way he thought he knew what she’d do. Let alone thought of her as a piece of tail. Oh, hell, who was she kidding -- they'd been dancing around each other since day one. He was an object of her lust.
“Because this isn’t about your job with TechTronics or anything connected with work. This is between you and me.”
Shock and disbelief at his presumption had her saying, “There is no you and me.” She'd like nothing more than Joe and her. What else had she fantasized about? But she had to stay in control here. She was no longer a man's little puppet. She had shed that persona when she walked out on Derek.
“There will be.” His fingers caressed her neck, before cradling her head. He leaned down to capture her lips with his.
She stiffened. This wasn’t a good idea. But her body didn’t listen. She melted against him and vaguely heard the thud of her purse as it hit the floor before she entwined her arms around his neck.
A part of her wanted this kiss, wanted to be in his arms. She’d wanted this since the first day she’d seen him. After work, she’d spotted him in the lobby of the building looking sexy in jeans and a black leather jacket with a motorcycle helmet tucked under one arm. She was a sucker for the bad-boy look. Now the bad boy was in the elevator with her, taking what he wanted, and she was giving it to him. Brain and common sense be damned.
Her lips parted. The rough texture of his tongue danced over the roof of her mouth before tangling with hers, drawing, pulling it into his own. She tasted mint; he must have brushed his teeth before leaving his office. Odd thought, as their tongues tangled and fought to take control.
When the kiss ended, their harsh breathing filled the silence. She gasped.
“You taste like sin.” His voice was deep.
“And how does sin taste?” she asked, surprising herself with her boldness. Inhaling, she tried to get some oxygen to her brain, then maybe she could clear this sensual haze clouding her judgment.
“Delightful. Sweet. Erotic.” He nibbled her earlobe. “Do you know what I want to do to you?”
“You want to have sex with me.” She gulped. Where was her indignation that he dared to kiss her? Where was her outrage because this could cost her her job? She tried to summon up some anger, but her body didn’t care. She was aroused, and damn it, she’d imagined this moment too many times while alone in bed.
“More than sex.” His breath caressed her ear before his tongue rimmed it. “I’ll touch and lick every inch of your body. When I’ve made you come from my fingers and my tongue, I’ll plunge my cock into your sweet, wet pussy to feel you squeeze and milk me.” His gaze drilled into hers as he paused for a moment. “Then we can experiment to see how far over the edge we can drive each other.”
Her knees almost buckled. It wasn't fair—she was twenty-eight years old and her body was reacting like Joe was her first lover. Then again, no one had ever had the nerve to talk to her like he did. Not in bed and not alone in an elevator. And damn if just listening to him didn't make her blood burn and her sex tighten.
“Mr. … ah, Joe,” she corrected herself, when those blue eyes snapped to her face. “An elevator isn’t the place for this type of conversation.”
“Why not?” He brought his right hand up between their bodies, toying with a button on her blazer.
“The elevator could start at any second and … ” She stopped breathing as he undid the first button, then the second. Even with the material between their skin, his body heat blazed, bore into her skin. Her nipples pebbled even more, begging for his attention.
“I knew it,” he whispered with a hint of victory in his voice. He’d uncovered the red lace camisole she wore beneath her jacket. He trailed his index finger over the slopes of her breasts, then he paused. She looked up. “Say you don't want this. Say no and I'll stop.”
The struggle on his face was evident, yet she wanted him, and he wanted her, even if it was only for a brief moment in the elevator. “I want this,” she whispered, giving him consent and arching into his touch. She wanted him to continue. Forbidden sex in an elevator with a passionate bad boy was a private fantasy come to life, and God help her, she was going to throw caution to the wind and take full advantage of it. Her body demanded it.
And what if you get fired? Her logical side was still alive and working. This could only be one time. No relationship. A relationship would get her fired; one-time sex that no one but the two of them knew about ... she should be safe. Unless they were caught.
“Thank God,” he rasped as he pushed her blazer off her body.
Her mouth opened but any protest died on her lips as he palmed her breast. Heat enveloped her. He massaged her breast, making it swell, before catching the nipple between his thumb and forefinger and squeezing gently. Her knees gave way and he snagged her around the waist. Hauling her up against his body, he brought her hips into sharp alignment with his. His hardening cock pressed against her core. Her pussy wept in anticipation.
No man had ever aroused her so fast or with such expertise. Her brain was shutting down. The realization the elevator could start and they could be discovered only added to her excitement. Danger heightened her arousal. She grew wetter, moisture soaking her panties as she grew impatient for his cock deep within her.
He tugged her nipple once again before lowering his mouth to it.
Oh, dear Lord. Hot, wet heat surrounded her nipple, spreading out like wildfire. Her head fell back. Her nails dug into the soft flesh of her palms as she curled her hands into fists at her sides. All the while he licked and suckled her through the camisole. Tiny electrical shocks surged through her body straight to her pussy, making it throb with need.
Wet silk clung to her breasts when he lifted his head to stare down at her. “I’ve wanted to do this since the first day I saw you.” His voice was hoarse and his eyes filled with passion as he stared at her.
“What? Getting stuck in an elevator together?”
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sp; His husky laugh sent waves of awareness through her veins. “Not the elevator, but tasting you, touching you, fucking you.”
His words danced along her nerve endings, causing her stomach to clench with desire. Why had he chosen to make a move on her now? Was it just her availability, her proximity? Her mind tried to reason, but couldn’t. Her body’s need to devour him, inch by inch, was too overwhelming. When long, male fingers lowered the straps of her camisole, she drew in a startled breath. Cool air touched her skin and her nipples tightened further.
“These are fantastic.” His voice was husky with need.
Her head rested against the elevator wall and his lips closed over her naked breast. His tongue licked a path to her nipple, swirled around before he pulled it deep into his mouth and sucked. She arched her back, giving herself to him. Her breasts were sensitive, always had been, but his lips, tongue, and teeth took her to another level. She was burning up. Her stomach tightened as flutters spread from her breasts to her clit and back again. A climax was building.
He nipped lightly, and as her hips surged to meet his, molten hot lust rushed through her. She was ready. Now!
“Joe,” she whispered.
An audible pop! filled the elevator as he released her nipple. “I’ve always been a leg man, but your breasts have converted me.” His lips kissed a path up to the hollow of her throat, then his tongue dipped into the small depression before tasting his way back to her mouth.
This kiss was hot, hard, and demanding. She didn’t even think about resisting. She didn’t want to resist. Who was she to throw this chance away? She'd worry about her future tomorrow and even the next day. Right now she wanted this man. She played with his tongue in his mouth, coaxing it to follow hers into her mouth, where they tangled together. He groaned, and a thrill of excitement weaved its way up her spine.
She hadn’t expected this. Never in a million years would she have thought she’d melt in his arms this way. Oh, she might have fantasized about him, but never this. Reality was much better. Just for once, she wanted to feel this man’s desire for her and only her. Even if it only lasted these few minutes. She wanted Joe, here and now. His hard cock pressed against her core, ready and waiting. She wasn't going to turn back now.
When he lifted his head, she forced her eyes open. His gaze blazed with passion, the fire within the depths burning a path straight to her soul. His palms rested on her stomach, fingers bit by bit inching up the fabric of her skirt. She could hardly breathe. One more touch and she’d go up in flames. But she didn’t care, and she wasn’t about to let him have all the fun.
Forcing her arms into action, she began to unbutton his shirt and tugged it from his trousers. God, the coarse hair covering his chest was delicious beneath her fingers. She raked her nails across his nipples in a light touch. His quick intake of breath told her he liked it. Her ex had hated anything near his nipples. “I want to taste you,” she said, her pussy clenching with need.
“Go ahead.” Desire and need filled his voice. "I want you to."
A sense of power wrapped her in its intoxicating spell. Lowering her head, she licked him, her tongue darting in and out like a cat. He tasted salty and masculine. Pure delight flowed through her body at his groan of pleasure. The sound was more than enough encouragement. She laved one hard nub then the other while her fingers trailed over his lower back, where the play of muscle beneath her palms delighted her senses.
He cupped her jaw, lifting her mouth to his. Another demanding kiss, their breaths mingling in the heat of passion. He pushed her against the elevator wall; his erection throbbed. She wormed her palm between their bodies and brazenly cupped him.
A shudder swept through his body and he broke their kiss. “Take out my cock.” His demanding tone was thick with desire.
For a second her heart stopped beating, then with great care she lowered the zipper, found the opening in his briefs, and brushed her fingers across his smooth hardness. His penis jumped, short-circuiting any rational thoughts she had left. Pushing his shorts down, she encircled his thick shaft and his hips shifted forward, pressing into her palm.
He was so thick. And so long. The veins of his cock stood out and the head glistened. She ran her fingers over it, spreading his wetness. Thinking about his length surging into her had her biting her lower lip to contain her excitement.
“My turn.” His tone was playful and deep.
He plucked at her zipper and the back of her skirt gave way, then his palms slid down to her hips, pushing the fabric down until it fell at her feet. Cool air caressed her legs. "Please." The pleading tone in her voice surprised her. “Soon," he whispered as his hands landed on her thighs. "Garters.” He all but groaned out the word. “God, woman, you’re sex on two legs.”
Her breath caught in her throat when he cupped her through her panties. Automatically, her legs widened. She was so hot, so wet. Her sex throbbed for his touch and his cock.
She didn’t have to wait long. With a hard tug, he tore her panties from her and slid a finger between her slick, wet folds. Unable to help herself, she pushed her pelvis forward and widened her stance even more. He slipped in a second finger, and she groaned. God, it felt so good. So damn good.
She kept stroking his cock, feeling his need, his heat, his hardness, wanting all he could give her and more.
“I can’t wait,” he muttered. “I’ve got a condom in my back pocket.”
With trembling fingers, she found the small foil packet. Somehow she managed to open it, rolling it down his pulsing cock. “Done.”
The word had just left her lips when he lifted her. “Put your arms around my neck, then wrap your legs around my waist,” he ordered, his voice tight.
There was no hesitation. She did as he demanded. She wanted this. No, needed this. At the touch of his cock at her entrance, her breath whooshed out. His fingers had stretched her, but he seemed impossibly big.
Anchoring her against the wall, he bent his knees, then thrust up.
“Ah!” The sound was torn from her throat as he penetrated her. God, he was enormous. She struggled to find not only her voice but also her breath. “Too big,” she gasped.
“It’s okay, baby,” he whispered, hot and ragged against her ear. He stilled, waiting for her to adjust to him. Then, as her inner muscles relaxed, he pushed in another inch.
She panted. His cock slowly filled her, and she felt every vein. Pure pleasure flowed through her body. This time she couldn’t help but grind her hips into his, wanting more of him. All of him.
“You’re so damn tight.” His breathing grew more erratic.
“It’s been a while.” Her heart pounded and she couldn’t catch her breath. If she were to die right now, it would be in pleasure. Her head bumped the wall when he thrust deeper into her. “Stop,” she begged.
He became motionless in response to her plea. His muscles quivered beneath her palms, but she feared she couldn’t accommodate him in this position. He was too large, too hard, and too damn male. “So hot, so wet, so tight,” he said, burying his face in the curve of her neck and licking her skin.
She wanted him, but fear hit her. He was tightly embedded inside her, straining her to the limit, and she was pretty sure she couldn’t take any more, no matter how much she wanted to. A tremor shook her body. "I need just a minute." She took a deep breath and let it out. "I'm okay, now."
“Easy. I’ll take it slow. Later you can take all of me into your sweet, blazing pussy,” he whispered against her skin before withdrawing and sliding back in. With slow and gentle movements, he stroked her. Her garters strained with every move.
His body rocked against hers, easing himself in and out with measured thrusts. Fear began to dissipate as her body opened more and more to him. Filling her with his cock, he made her want even more. She was amazed when her hips began to undulate, pressing down as he thrust up. Sensations built, like a fire fed a little at a time until it blazed into full glory. Her muscles clenched around his thick cock and the ti
ngling in her belly erupted out of control.
She was going to explode. “Joe.” Victoria whispered his name as the tremors increased.
He took her mouth a second before the trembling overwhelmed her and she screamed out her climax. When he released her, she gasped for air. Her pussy continued to flex around him, wanting more, until she came down from the sensual haze of satisfaction.
“You … ahh … you’re still hard.” It was difficult to get the words out. He pulsed inside her, fueling her desire to take him again.
“Doesn’t matter.” He lifted her until his cock sprang free, then set her on her feet, holding her by the waist until she could stand without assistance.
The strain was etched on his face and his wrinkled forehead. He was denying himself pleasure to make sure she got hers. Her heart warmed.
“But it matters to me.” With a sense of bravado she didn’t know she possessed, she dropped to her knees. She removed the condom from his throbbing shaft, dangling it between her fingers as her free hand caressed him.
“Vicki,” he groaned.
She smiled, petting the head of his cock before taking him into her mouth. She dropped the condom onto the floor. God, he was huge. No wonder he’d stretched her body to its limit. She couldn’t fit all of him in her mouth, but she’d do her best to please him. Placing her fingers around the base, she stroked his cock as she sucked and licked. His musky scent overpowered the lube of the condom. Her own desire flared, and a sense of power cascaded through her. She did this to him. She made him stiff and wanting.
His fingers tangled in her hair as she pleasured him. She cupped his balls with her free hand. They were rigid, swollen and drawn up tight against his body. Widening her lips further, she took him deeper into her mouth, and she stroked harder and faster. “Yes,” he cried out, his grip tightening. “Baby, I’m going to come.”
She didn’t pull away; didn’t want to. Instead she increased the sucking motion.
With a groan and a slight jerk of his hips, Joe’s essence filled her mouth. Tart saltiness lingered on her tongue , but she liked it, and it gave her a deep sense of satisfaction as she swallowed. She’d made him climax.