Darker the Release

by Claire Kent

  “Does Mr. Marshall have a few minutes for me?”

  He chuckled and leaned down to check the schedule on his computer. “It looks like he does. I’m assuming you wouldn’t interrupt me without an appointment if it wasn’t important.”

  Pleased he was going for it and unable to keep from admiring his quick mind and sharp reflexes, Kelly stepped all the way into the office and closed the door with a click. Then she went to put her leather satchel on the floor next to the couch, sliding her keys down beside it, out of sight from the desk.

  Caleb had moved to stand next to the window, and he was now facing a little away from her. She understood it as part of their little game.

  He never bothered with a suit on Sundays, but he wore an Oxford shirt and a pair of tailored trousers, still managing to look well dressed and professional.

  Kelly stood and studied his back. Noticed that the fabric of his shirt—just between his shoulder blades—was sticking to his skin, as if he’d gotten too hot earlier. For some reason, that small detail made Kelly’s heart do a little flip-flop.

  No matter how brilliant and powerful he was, Caleb was still human. And sometimes his shirt stuck to his back when he got a little sweaty.

  Finally he turned around, his eyebrows arching up as he gave her an automatic once-over. “Ms. Watson. You wanted to see me.”

  Kelly had to fight a smile. Damn, the man was good at these little sexy routines, even when taken totally by surprise and without any preparation. “I did. Thank you, Mr. Marshall.”

  “What can I do for you?” The corner of his mouth twitched up a little, as if he were privately amused. “I’m a busy man, you know.”

  “I know you are, sir. Thank you for sparing a minute for me. I was hoping you could help me.”

  “What do you need help with?” His lips softened even more, and his eyes trailed over her body in a very suggestive way. She had dressed strategically in a wrap dress and kitten heels. His eyes lingered on her breasts.

  Kelly thought quickly, trying to focus on their little game and not on what she needed to accomplish afterward, since that would distract her. “I’m afraid I’ve gotten myself in a…a tangle. With my job.”

  “You did? What did you do?” His voice was low and provocative as he took a step toward her. He was having fun—she could see it beneath the heat and charisma. He liked playing these little games with her. He liked that she’d initiated this.

  He thought she’d just done it spontaneously—because she wanted to. He had no idea she had an underlying agenda.

  She forced the guilt away and concentrated only on the sexual tension radiating between them. “I was bad. I missed a deadline on that project you gave me.” She tried to look nervous and ashamed of herself to better establish their scenario.

  “You were bad?” He took another step closer, until they were within arm’s length. “You know how I feel about people missing deadlines.”

  Her body was already reacting to the hot look in his eyes, and her breasts were tingling as if his gaze had been a caress. “I’m sorry, sir.”

  He took a step even closer, until he was less than an inch from her—but not touching her yet. “Sorry isn’t enough for this kind of poor performance.”

  “What kind of performance do you want, sir?”

  “You know what I want.” His voice was thick and low. He leaned forward until his breath was blowing against her ear. “You know what I expect to make up for your mistakes.”

  Kelly’s heart was pounding, and arousal sprang to life at her center so quickly it actually hurt. She arched her back slightly, her nipples jutting out through the thin fabric of her dress. “I’ll do better, sir. I promise.”

  Caleb smiled slightly and reached over to the tie on her wrap dress. He pulled it. “You better.”

  Her dress fell open all the way, revealing her black lace bra and panties.

  The smolder in Caleb’s eyes flared up as his gaze devoured her exposed body, but he didn’t make any move to touch her.

  Feeling gorgeous and aroused and still a little guilty, Kelly let the dress fall off her shoulders completely. She was almost naked, and the office door wasn’t locked.

  But she didn’t care.

  Excitement and desire were coursing through her body, and she was already so wet she wanted to rub her thighs together. Instead, she took a step forward. Rubbed her body against Caleb’s fully clothed form—loving how hard and hot he felt.

  She took his bottom lip between her teeth and tugged it gently. Then ran a hand down his shirt until she reached the bulge in his pants.

  “I promise I’ll be good, sir.”

  “You’d better be good.” With a low sound in his throat, he grabbed her by the hips and hauled her up so that she was propped on the edge of the desk.

  She squeezed him between her thighs and tried to grind her arousal against his, but she wasn’t in quite the right position and ended up whimpering in frustration as she didn’t get the friction she needed.

  Caleb gave her a feral smile and lowered his mouth to her throat. He nipped at her pulse a few times, until her mouth fell open and her head tilted back. Then his mouth lowered to her collarbone. Then lower, to the edge of her bra. He eased her back as he mouthed and nibbled down her chest, until she was lying on the surface of the desk.

  Her hips were squirming, she was so aroused. She couldn’t believe she was so into this, since it was mostly a ploy to get into his office building. She was used to Caleb turning her on, but she’d hardly had any foreplay at the moment. Yet she still wanted him so much she could barely hold still.

  He reached behind her to unhook her bra, and then he tossed the bra onto the floor and flicked his tongue against her tight nipple. She felt naughty and debauched, sprawled almost naked on his desk while he still had his shirt and trousers on. And she had to bite her lip to keep from crying out as he sucked one of her breasts into his mouth.

  “Just tell me what you want me to do, sir,” she gasped, trying to wrap her legs around his hips. “I’ll be good.”

  He nipped her nipple, causing her to cry out harshly and arch up off the desk. “You’ll be patient for now. I’ll tell you when it’s time.” He smiled against her flushed skin.

  One of his hands flattened on her belly, and then started moving lower.

  Kelly held her breath, her arousal throbbing as his hand grew closer and closer to where she wanted it. When his fingers dipped under the waistband of her panties, she whimpered a little.

  “I told you to be patient. You’re not going to be bad again, are you?” Caleb demanded, his ravenous gaze following his hand.

  “No, sir.” She wanted it so much her hands were trembling and her breath was coming out in eager pants, but she made herself stay perfectly still and wait.

  When his fingers reached the hot, wet flesh between her thighs, Kelly arched up again and gasped.

  He slid one finger against her, caressing past her clit and then sinking deep inside her.

  “God, you’re wet.” The possessive expression on his face was almost primitive. “That’s a very good girl. Now lie still and let me show you how good your body can feel when you’re patient.”

  Kelly’s hands were fumbling on the surface of the desk, searching for something to hold on to. But she managed to say, “Yes.”

  He joined the first finger with another. “Yes, what?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  He pumped them a few times, spreading the pooled moisture and stroking her inner walls with skillful assurance.

  She wasn’t far from coming already, and his touch provided delicious stimulation. She fought to keep her hips still, and she bit her bottom lip to keep from crying out.

  Caleb straightened up and adjusted his arm, and Kelly was suddenly afraid he was about to stop his ministrations. She gave a little whimper.

  He grew still. “I told you to be patient.”

  “I am. I am. I’m sorry, sir.” She clung to the edge of the desk with one hand, spr
ead-eagled on the desk, waiting desperately for his touch.

  He stared down at her for a minute, so long she had to fight against a groan. Then he finally started to move his fingers again and then lowered his mouth to her breast, the dual stimulation causing her to claw at the desk with her free hand and cry out, “Oh, God, oh, God!”

  “You’re close,” Caleb murmured, the vibration of his voice against her breast intensifying her sensations. “Aren’t you? I can feel how close you are. But you’re going to be good and wait until I tell you to come.”

  She was fighting the instinct to pump her hips as her orgasm built. “Yes. Oh, God, Caleb, make me come.”

  Caleb pulled his head up so he could watch her, his eyes devouring her body and twisted face. “Yeah, baby, you’re going to come really hard, and I’m going to watch you. Just wait until I say so.”

  She was practically sobbing now with the rising pleasure and her effort to not grind herself against Caleb’s hand. Her head tossing back and forth against the hard wood, she gasped out, “Please, now. Oh, God, please now.”

  “Wait for it.”

  She bit her lip so hard her vision blurred.

  Then she heard him say, “Come now.”

  She came on the words, her channel clamping down around Caleb’s fingers and spasms of pleasure making her body shake uncontrollably.

  She was almost wheezing when she finally came down.

  She smiled up at him, sated and breathless and feeling more decadent than ever as she realized how wet she’d made Caleb’s hand. She’d almost forgotten what she’d come to the office for in the first place. “How was my behavior, sir?”

  After a flicker of amusement that he quickly suppressed, Caleb said, “Very good. You were very good.”

  “What else do you want me to do to make up for my badness earlier?”

  He hesitated, obviously trying to think of a good next step in their game. But then something changed in his expression. “Oh, fuck, baby,” he muttered and hauled her into a kiss.

  The kiss was hungry and passionate—rather clumsy in its eagerness—and Kelly recognized that he’d broken out of the game.

  He wanted her that much. For real. So much that he hadn’t even been able to continue. Her heart overflowed with feeling as she returned the kiss with just as much ardor.

  Then she started fumbling with his belt and zipper, trying to reach his cock, which was so hard now it was tight in the confines of his pants. When she’d unfastened his trousers, she reached into them, past his underwear, and took his erection in one hand.

  Caleb grunted against her mouth, and his pelvis made an involuntary thrust into her hand.

  She squeezed the hard length of him, making him grunt and thrust again. She loved it. Thrilled at it. Felt a new arousal pulsing between her thighs already, despite the orgasm she’d already had.

  But Caleb reached down and removed her hand. Rasped against her ear, “I think you’re being bad again.”

  “Oh yeah?” A clichéd taunt, but she was too far gone to be original.

  Caleb pulled back just slightly and met her eyes—something primal and powerful smoldering in his gaze. “Lay back down,” he demanded.

  She tried to look chastened as she leaned back onto the desk, but she was thrilling with both arousal and emotion.

  Caleb ran his hands along her bare thighs, squeezing the flesh on her hips. “Spread your legs.” His voice was soft now, and insistent.

  She spread her thighs, allowing him to position himself between them. She was really turned on, but something sparked inside her that she couldn’t resist. “Yes, sir. What else do you want me to do? Shall I get down and lick the floor at your feet?”

  Caleb’s hot lust broke into a huff of amusement. “Are you being sassy?” he asked, obviously trying to get back into the game she’d provoked.

  Kelly was having trouble not smiling herself. “No, sir.”

  “Good. Then take off your underwear.”

  She did as he said, feeling more debauched than ever, now completely naked on his desk.

  Then Caleb grabbed her thighs and spread them apart, causing Kelly to bend her legs at the knees to stabilize herself.

  Caleb lined himself up, one of his hands guiding his cock into position. But just at her entrance he paused, his eyes darting up to her face.

  Kelly was really excited—both physically and mentally. But something about the silent question in his gaze made her belly clench with a nameless emotion.

  She answered what she thought she saw in his eyes. “Yes, Caleb. Please.”

  Caleb let out thick breath as he slid his hard cock inside her, the substance of his erection stretching and filling the wet pliancy of her pussy.

  Kelly let out a shaky breath and adjusted her thighs to accommodate his body between them. Her inner muscles were clasping him possessively, and she felt a deep, achy pressure that was almost uncomfortable.

  She arched her back up off the desk, stretching her spine as she took long, slow breaths. “Caleb,” she whimpered when he didn’t move. “Caleb!”

  Caleb’s breathing was raspy and uneven, and his gaze was focused on his in-box rather than on Kelly’s sprawled, naked body. His fingers dug into her thighs, but his cock was motionless inside her.

  Kelly, who had forgotten she was supposed to be acting like a good girl, couldn’t hold still any longer. She squirmed her hips, trying to ease the ache at her center with the resulting friction.

  Caleb grunted, an oddly ungraceful and undignified sound that Kelly, for some reason, found incredibly erotic. His face twisted briefly, and his pelvis gave a quick, choppy thrust.

  Kelly tried the squirm again, this time managing to squeeze around Caleb’s cock at the same time.

  He grunted again with another hard thrust.

  “Yeah,” she said hoarsely, “Fuck me, Caleb. Fuck me for real.”

  Her words and her continued squirming must have broken his control because, with another rough grunt, he hooked his hands around her thighs, pulling them even wider apart, and started driving into her hard and fast.

  It really wasn’t all that comfortable. The desk was hard and the blotter was sticking to her perspiring skin. Kelly’s thigh muscles were stretched in an unnatural way, and her feet—still wearing the high heels—were dangling helplessly, bouncing from the motion of Caleb’s thrusts. Kelly didn’t have anything to hold on to, so her hands were fumbling along the surface of the desk until she reached up to grab her own breasts. But she felt so wild and exhilarated that the discomfort only increased her pleasure.

  She was going to come again—she could already feel the climax building at her center as Caleb’s cock moved intensely inside her, hitting her in just the right way.

  She kept mumbling disconnected words as her conscious mind was overwhelmed with the rising sensations.

  Caleb was staring at her now, his eyes moving from her flushed face to her hands squeezing her breasts to his cock sliding slickly in and out of her body. She loved how his nostrils flared as he watched himself penetrate her. Loved how the tendons in his neck stretched as he sped up his rhythm.

  Suddenly Kelly was just on the edge. Before she knew to expect it. Her back arched up instinctively as her hands flew out to clutch at the edge of the desk above her head.

  Caleb made a wordless sound in his throat and grabbed her more firmly, his fingers digging into the flesh of her ass now as he raised her bottom off of the desk. His rutting appeared uncontrolled and almost animalistic as he hungrily watched as she came.

  She gave one last mewling sound before her body began to convulse, the wild sensations spiraling out from her center. She could feel her muscles clamping down around the penetration of his cock, and it felt so good—so full and deep—that she instinctively brought her hand down to rub her aching clit, sustaining her contractions even longer.

  “Fuck!” Caleb gasped. “Oh fuck!” Her inner walls were clenching around him ruthlessly, squeezing his cock like a vise. His thrusti
ng fell out of rhythm completely, and instead his pelvis jerked in clumsy motion as he tried to roll his hips against the pressure.

  Instead he came, his tight expression breaking into a look of surprised pleasure as he choked on a word that sounded like “Kelly.” Then his cock pulsed with his release as the tension in his body shattered.

  Kelly hadn’t yet caught her breath when Caleb straightened up, his expression half tender and half embarrassed. “Sorry about that,” he murmured a little diffidently. He straightened up and fastened his pants, pulling himself back together.

  “Sorry about what?” she asked, genuinely confused and kind of self-conscious now, since she was completely naked, except for her shoes, in Caleb’s office in the middle of the day.

  Caleb picked up her dress and handed it to her, his lips tilting up at the corner in a way that made her chest relax, despite the blazing of her cheeks. “I kind of lost the game there at the end.”

  She released a breath, feeling far too fond and soft for her own good. She’d known he’d broken out of the game, and she’d understood why.

  She couldn’t help but love that he was so invested in her emotionally—for real—that he couldn’t even act out a sexy scene like he used to.

  “Well,” she began, pulling on her dress and starting to tie the fastenings. “I think it turned out better than what I’d planned.”

  Caleb looked relieved, and he pulled her into a hug before she’d even finished tying her dress. “Good. I think so too.”

  “I’ll let you finish up your work now,” she said when she finally pulled away, forcing herself to focus on what she’d come here to do. “Don’t stay too late. Okay?”

  “Just another hour or so.” He kissed her hard and quick. “I promise.”

  She smoothed out her dress and hair and made sure she was presentable. She went to get her bag from the floor, but she left her keys on the floor next to the couch, out of sight in this position, exactly where she’d put them.

  She prayed Caleb wouldn’t see them.

  She didn’t even glance in that direction as she smiled at him. “I’ll see you later, then. Thanks for making room in your schedule for me.”