I felt my composure shatter when Dylan dismissed me with his curt statements. The same man who had gone through the trouble of telling off his father for me couldn’t even find the decency to say three kind words to me when I needed him too. I had wanted to thank him for the opportunity to lead a case and show off my skills. I had wanted to get his opinion about the best judge to approach concerning my new case. I had wanted to be a team, to work together. He obliterated that idea with one look. Being a jerk just seemed to be a habit that Dylan couldn’t break.
Although his demeanor had crushed my feelings, it had done nothing to dash the desire rushing through my traitorous body for the rude man. Even though his staff treated me abominably, the thought of him possessing my body instantly created a flood of desire to pool inside my panties.
Walking into the solitude of my office was an unexpected comfort. At the least I didn’t have to share the bullpen with the guys anymore. I had my own space to wonder about the sexy man who made me hot in more ways than one. It was a really nice space that any person would be proud of.
James popped his head into my office before his body followed.
“You busy?” he questioned.
“Not at the moment.” I sighed.
I could have been busy. I could have been doing a million different things to tie up loose ends for the case, but my mind spun around Dylan in such a dizzying way that it left me unable to focus.
James moved his fist forward and I bumped it with my own.
“You rocked that call.” he said with a flair that I hadn’t noticed before. It was the first time any of his attributes had made me wonder about his life outside of the office. I hadn’t seen James enthusiastic very often.
“Thanks.” I smiled at James. “I’m glad you were around to set the conference up.”
“Well I’ll be next door to you from now on. So if you have a question or need to pick my brain, just hop on over.”
My face revealed my lingering skepticism about his sudden change in attitude. I was sure that Dylan was behind James’ offer of support though.
James moved in closer.
“I was asked to help you out.” he stated plainly. “But you’re a really good lawyer. I apologize for not noticing that before.”
Quitting time snuck up on me. After speaking with James, I had gotten so wrapped up in my case that the time had ticked away without me being aware of it. I had to stay focused on the case. If my mind was given any freedom it would wander to the man who had forgotten about me. Dylan hadn’t bothered to check on me the rest of the day.
I gathered my belongings. Purse. Briefcase. Cell phone. Keys. Left behind were the picture of my Aunt and my dancing daisy. I felt optimistic about the future again.
My car looked lonely in the parking lot. There were a few stragglers, but mostly everyone had left.
“You shouldn’t be walking out here alone.” A familiar voice called out.
The sound halted me. The panty melting tenor of it was smooth enough to record and play on repeat. No other man had affected me in that way. I didn’t have to see his face to feel vibrations of want ripple through my body.
I closed my eyes with the experience of knowing that looking at him inspired a greater reaction from my clitoris than his voice.
The nearer that he stood, the better that he smelled, and the hotter I became.
“I’m a big girl. I can handle myself.” I replied. I finally had to open my eyes.
I didn’t look at him directly though. I couldn’t bear to see another rejection cross his handsome face.
Silently, I counted the number of yellow lines in the parking lot.
He had been an ass earlier that day and I wouldn’t give him the benefit of my attention. At least not purposefully.
“Look at me.” he requested softly, sounding like someone other than the gruff, tin man executive who lacked a heart.
I wanted to hold onto my anger. I wanted to hold onto that hurt that I felt when he disregarded me, but it was like trying to fist water.
“I’m sorry about earlier.” His finger slid across my cheek. The shiver started there, where his finger pulsed against my skin, but made its way through my body.
He guided my face toward his with a gentleness that I remembered from being in his home.
My eyes fell onto his and I was lost in the feelings of want that radiated through them. The grudge was gone, scorched away by his hot tenderness.
“I want you to know that I did it all to keep you safe, to make sure that you were comfortable.” he paused and searched my face.
I knew that he wanted some assurance that I understood his actions, but I couldn’t give him that. I was barely standing, barely remembering to breathe. Speaking required more brain power than I had available at that moment.
I nodded and grunted some incoherent agreement. If he would have removed his hand from my face I could have possibly quipped out a sassy response, but I had none.
“I don’t want you to ever feel like you are an object to me, like I don’t value that beautiful brain of yours.” he continued.
I nodded in response, my eyes never leaving his. He had wanted to protect me. He had been distant and cool because that was the only way he could keep from fucking me.
“I get it.” I told him fighting back the urge to suck his lip.
“Come home with me.” Dylan requested finally dropping his hand away from my face. “I promise that you’ll have my full attention.”
I swallowed.
Going home with him would be an acknowledgement that I was ready to move forward sexually with him. Our first sex session could be blamed on the emotional distress of the day, but in the parking lot, being of sound mind, my agreement to go to his home would mean much more.
“I can’t—” I started and stopped. “I won’t go—”
His mouth was against mine before I could finish my sentence, devouring any semblance of resistance that I had left.
It took a few seconds for my brain to register that the kiss had ended once he released me.
“Get in your car and follow the limo to my house.” he demanded while opening my car door.
I nodded and did as he asked.
After parking my car, I walked through the front door of Dylan’s home with slight trepidation. I worried that this time wouldn’t be the same, that after sex, he would go back to his cold ways again. I couldn’t put myself out there again to be treated like a whore again.
“Stop it.” he said when I stepped into the foyer.
“I don’t want this to affect my job, my life, my heart—” I began.
His hands cupped my face and I was at ease instantly.
“I won’t let it affect you.” he promised. “I won’t let you get hurt. I want you.”
His voice was sincere and his gaze honest.
Dylan swooped down and claimed my mouth in an instant with an urgency that hadn’t been there before. It ignited something in me. I leaned into him unable to stop the need that surged through me.
The hardness of him pressed against me as he palmed my ass as though it was his.
I lifted one leg and then the other and wrapped them around his waist with a need to feel more of him.
We hummed satisfaction into each other, our mouths and tongues too preoccupied with mating to speak.
I was wet for him, budding with the desire to feel him inside of me.
Dylan steadied me against the wall before he ripped open my blouse and released my heavy aching breasts. Every piece and part of me responded to his every lick and touch.
He released my mouth, only to suck my pebbled right nipple into the warmth of his mouth. His massive hand massaged my other breast moving the tender flesh in circles.
“Dylan.” I moaned. He felt so good.
I gasped in short breaths of air while letting my hands explore the hard ridges of his body. Dylan had to have been hand chiseled by the gods. He was a masterpiece and I could only sing soft praises of thanks
for the opportunity to touch.
Each flick of tongue against me caused my back to arch as if a string were being pulled.
Suddenly he released me. My bare feet were on the floor and Dylan was staring at me.
Need radiated from him like the sun as he took my hand into his and dragged me up the stairs to his bedroom.
There was no protest, no discussion, just movement.
As soon as he shut the door, his arms were wrapped around my waist in a bear hug before he dropped me onto the bed. There was no time to remove any clothing.
He deftly unbuttoned and released himself with one hand, while plunging his tongue into my mouth like other parts of him soon would be.
I could still feel the silky material of his pants even though his granite hard dick was pressed against my opening.
I tore my mouth away from his.
“Wait.” I yelped. This was happening so fast.
“I can’t anymore.” Dylan breathed into my neck as he guided the tip of himself inside me. “I need you.”
“Protection.” I managed to strain out.
His hooded eyes locked onto mine in order to gauge my resolve. I was horny, but I was serious too.
“Alright.” he said standing. He allowed his pants and briefs to fall to the floor, unleashing the magnificence of him.
“Thanks.” I mouthed transfixed by the sight of him. I threw off the rest of my clothing just in time to witness Dylan fully nude and sheathing his full and bouncing cock.
I must have done something wonderful in life to be granted access to a man like him, even if it only happened twice in my life, I was grateful for the experience.
He prowled toward me with a gleam in his eye that made me shudder and close my eyes.
I gasped when I felt the wet pressing of his tongue against my core.
My eyes shot open.
“Oh my—” I choked out. I wanted to tell him to stop and to keep going at the same time. “Don’t— We—” The words were there formed in my head, but each hot lick from him forced them back down my throat.
My back contorted from the pleasure as he expertly used his tongue on me, my body lifting from the bed as he pulled me up against his face.
I was soaking wet and ready to explode as a tingling pressure grew within me.
I grabbed his hair, needing something … anything to keep my insides from coming apart.
He indulged, taking my body into his mouth in smooth assured strokes.
I could feel him everywhere.
My body tightened as I struggled to catch my breath. I rocked against his face as though it were a part of me.
He responded with faster movements, pushing two fingers inside of me & forcing me to the edge of sanity and near the cliff of release.
And then he just stopped. Stopped.
“Dylan.” I whimpered needing him to finish, needing to have that final thrust of his tongue against me to climax.
“Not yet baby.” he growled and climbed on top of me.
He spread my legs apart with his body.
“I want to feel you cum all over me.”
I was so wet that he filled me with just one push of his hips.
“You feel so good.” he grunted out. “So tight.”
He worked his way deeper into me.
I arched against the throbbing thickness of him. Feeling so connected that I heard our hearts begin to thump in the same rhythm.
“Yes.” I moaned clawing at his back.
He bucked his body into mine.
“Damn. Yvette.” He thrust harder, his ass clenching with each plunge inside of me.
I crossed my ankles at his back as he increased the intensity. His rhythm becoming erratic and wild.
He wasn’t in control anymore. He wasn’t the smooth lover he had been before, but a frenzied man lost in a tidal wave of lust that washed over us both.
He grunted against my ear as his grip tightened. He pushed into me with such force, I thought that I would splinter apart.
I took it. Took all of him, as he pressed into me over and over again.
My sex clenched around him in climax and I felt the room disappear.
Pleasure flooded all of my senses at once.
“That’s what I wanted. Cum for me.” Dylan panted in my ear without slowing his movements.
He drove into me with long slick glides.
Ecstasy pounded through me, and I held onto him, my body so weak.
“Yvette.” Dylan groaned.
He lunged into me one last time before he threw back his head. Shudders racked his body from top to bottom.
I held onto him, feeling so full that I could overflow.
Dylan fell onto the bed without disconnecting us and pulled me on top of him. One arm wrapped securely around my waist, the other in my hair. We fell asleep that way. Together.
Chapter 14
Dylan
When I woke up, she was there. Sleeping peacefully. Her creamy delicate skin, silky golden hair, and tempting curves were cocooned in the covers, but floated through my mind.
Yvette was unlike any other woman I had ever known. Most of them were prissy and privileged heiresses who valued status over sincerity.
I let my hand drag along her side.
Still asleep, Yvette nestled her head in the crook of my arm as though it were the most natural thing in the world to do, as though we did this often.
I allowed her to get closer to me. Without fight, I allowed her to move her warm body against mine. When I released into her last night, something was let loose inside of me. A something that wanted to snuggle. A something that wanted to skip work and watch her smile, hear her moan, and feel her throb.
I trailed my hand from the tip of her tender breast to her round taut rear. A hunger for her built and I took her kissed-swollen mouth with mine.
I felt her lashes flutter against my cheek as awareness overtook her.
Yvette squirmed, trying to pull away.
I crooked my arm around her waist and pulled her into me, bringing her closer while inhaling the sweet scent of her, because I needed her. She had become a bit of an addiction.
“Dylan.” she mumbled in protest, my tongue tangling with hers.
I released her and gave a laugh at the same time.
“Ugh. I have morning breath.” she said shaking her head and sitting up.
“I don’t mind.” I winked. “You taste like me.”
She smiled at that.
“Well maybe I do mind.” Yvette retorted sliding out of the bed. She took all of my cover, leaving me bare.
Yvette licked her lips as her eyes hovered over my exposed body.
“Give that poor lip a rest.” I quipped. “I have plenty of things for you to lick on.”
Yvette’s cheeks reddened before she turned away from me and moved toward the bathroom.
I followed her swaying hips with my eyes. That woman made me want to jump up and sing a song.
“I need to get ready for work. I don’t want to be late.” she replied over her shoulder.
“And who’s going to say something about it if you are late?”
The playfulness drained from her face as though it had been unplugged.
“I don’t want anyone to say anything.” Her eyes widened. “It would be horrible if anyone noticed.”
Her look of fear put a halt to my laughter. Her worry was nearly palpable. I didn’t like that.
I decided in that very moment that I would do everything that was in my power to ensure that no one in the office would know or discuss our tryst.
Yvette drove her own car to work that morning. Leaving nearly an hour before me, she headed home first to get more clothing. When she drove her own car back to my house that evening, at my request, she brought clothing with her for the next day.
We went on that way for a few days: my dick getting deep inside of her sex every night and her riding me stallion style every morning. Sex. Shower. Dress. Drive. Work. Return. Repeat.
The house staff had begun to anticipate her arrival each night. Even Jenkins had stopped sneering when she entered. His flat, nearly mute expression was as close to acceptance as anyone had ever received.
She kept a small carrying case full of her toiletries and cosmetics on the bathroom counter. She unpacked them every morning, placing everything in order by use. Once she was done, she packed everything back up as though she were not returning. A duffle and garment bag of hers had found their way onto the back of my door.
As much as we had connected in my home, I kept my distance at work. Mostly. The supply room was my favorite place to meet. I had also substituted my random hand releases for discreet dips into that sweet wet pussy.
“I told you not to wear that dress.” I grunted as I thrust into Yvette from behind.
Her long arms were across my desk, her hands gripping the edge to steady herself as I pounded against her welcoming flesh.
Her short response was broken into the rhythm of my driving dick.
“It’s.” Smack. “all.” Smack. “I brought.” Smack.
I slapped the meaty tenderness of her round behind, enjoying the reddening shape of my fingers and palm on her skin.
I wanted to brand her. To show her that her body now belonged to me and no one else.
“Dylan.” she moaned. Her back arching as if she were a wolf howling at the moon, allowing me to tunnel deeper into her.
The form-fitting dress in dispute swished on top of my hands at her waist.
“You knew what this dress would do to me.” I grunted.
I pumped harder, drilling into her core with an insatiable need.
Yvette cried out.
Sensations stormed through my insides, clouding my mind, and erasing anything beyond the body in front of me. Nothing else existed. Nothing else mattered.
I bucked against her wildly.
Her ragged breathing and moans spurred me, energizing my movements like fresh batteries.
The tight clasp of her tremoring center engaged my mounting emotions.
“That’s right. Cum for me baby.” I hissed.
Control was nonexistent as Yvette milked my dick.
Her whimpered cry of pleasure pushed me over the edge.
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