Absolutely Not

by Daisy Dexter Dobbs

  Frigid. Shit. He’d bet Maisy Morganfield was the hottest tamale he’d ever encountered. She may have started their lunch date like a prim, proper schoolmarm, all tight and stiff and unyielding, but it didn’t take much for him to figure out that wasn’t the real Maisy. No, the real Maisy was a lush, sensual creature. A woman who’d been deprived of her true sexual nature by that pea-brained idiot she’d married.

  All she needed was the right man to help her embrace her wanton, uninhibited side.

  “Kiss me, my handsome Arabian sheik. Make me quiver all over.” She made a little mewling sound.

  Oh yeah…he could be that man. Absolutely.

  His control dangling by a loose thread, Keller yanked Maisy tight against him. He groaned in erotic torment as the hard peaks of her nipples met his chest. His fingers crept dangerously close to one of her magnificent tits. Temptation tore at his insides as his hand stilled, suspended in midair, a mere inch from the soft swell mashed against his chest. Her body heat radiated, warming his skin, inviting him to squeeze.

  Allowing only his thumb to graze the curve of her breast, Keller’s hand slid leisurely down her rib cage, making itself at home there.

  One glimpse of her expectant expression and he was gobsmacked. Her full lips and parted mouth begged to be tasted. Like a starving man, his tongue lunged hungrily. He tasted her deeply, possessively. She was so luscious, so warm, so passionate… Getting lost in the intoxicating depths of their kiss fueled his desire to the point that his cock demanded satisfaction, appeasement.

  He certainly hadn’t had near enough wine to feel the effects himself but, just the same, he felt as if his world was spinning as she eagerly explored his mouth with her tongue. Her nails dug into his shoulders as a low, needy sound escaped her, making him shudder with anticipation.

  “Is this really happening?” Maisy whispered when they came up for air.

  “It’s either happening or I’m having the best damn dream of my life,” Keller assured her, his lips nuzzling into her hair. It smelled of sun-kissed honeysuckle.

  A slow chuckle bubbled up from Maisy’s throat. “A dream…yes. This is too wonderful to be real.”

  Tugging the neckline of her sweater aside, Keller trailed a wet path of kisses down her long throat, then sucked at the soft spot just above her collarbone. She was so fucking irresistible, he licked her neck and face in one lavish swoop.

  “My God, you’re delicious, Maisy.” He wanted to lick every inch of her, starting with that tantalizing pair of tits and tonguing his way down to her juicy little cunt. With mouthwatering images of that carnal feast in mind he growled and kissed her again, slow and sensual.

  “Mmmm…” She stared up at him with half-veiled eyes, letting out a little moan, which was all it took for Keller’s cock to get downright adamant. “You taste like chocolate and cabernet, combined with an alluring taste that’s all your own,” Maisy purred. As her fingers tripped through his hair, she maintained warm, firm breast to chest contact.

  She was driving him insane.

  Snaking one hand beneath her sweater, Keller sucked in a deep breath as he connected with the soft, hot flesh of her belly. Her quivering moan of encouragement persuaded him to keep investigating.

  He’d prided himself in mastering his emotions, in sustaining control in all situations. But those sweet, needy whimpers of hers threatened to completely undo him. They snagged something deep in his center, and he could almost hear it when he realized his command had snapped.

  On a mission, his hand traversed up from her belly. He heard Maisy’s breath catch when he cuddled her lush breast in his palm. At the single pass of his thumb, her already hard nipple beaded even more, bunching into a tight little bud. He pinched it, rolled it then squeezed the fullness of her breast.

  God, she was incredibly soft—even if her heavy-duty cotton bra was stiff and forbidding.

  Her pleasure evident, Maisy moaned again, arching into his touch, her lips parting in a silent plea.

  Smoothing his hand down the side of her breast, Keller molded the curves of her ribs, waist and hip. Her body heat nearly singed his fingers as his hand cupped her mound. The blissful sound she made in response to his touch was like music to his ears.

  A moment later Keller reached the bottom of Maisy’s skirt, sliding his hand up her thigh, gliding over her pussy. Pressing his thumb against the fabric at the crease, Keller smiled, almost chuckled. Alas, her bra seemed to be part of a matched industrial set. His hot tamale was wearing a pair of sturdy cotton good-girl panties.

  Still, his fingers found the slit beneath the material that held the promise of a sweet, hot fuck. And he could feel the dampness evidencing her desire right through her panties. His frigid little Maisy was already so wet for him. So ready.

  “Oh…yes…it feels so good to have a man touch me, Keller. To have you touch me. Your hands are so gentle, so caring. No one’s ever touched me like that before.”

  Keller gazed down at her blissful, imploring expression and stiffened at the look of unchecked trust in her eyes. He groaned. What in the hell was he doing? Since when had he become a testosterone-driven animal who preyed upon intoxicated women?

  Assembling every ounce of willpower he had, he pulled away, slipping his one hand from beneath her skirt and the other hand from under her sweater. Then he peeled her arms from around his neck. Maisy gazed up at him through clouded eyes that asked why.

  “I’m sorry, Maisy. I never should have taken advantage of you like that.”

  Beaming a joyful smile, she assured him, “That’s okay, I liked it. Go ahead, take advantage of me some more.” The hiccup that followed told Keller she was still plenty tipsy.

  Heaving a monumental sigh, he struggled to maintain his resolve. “No, Maisy. Not like this. Your thoughts are clouded by all that wine now, and,” he gave a little laugh, “I have a sneaking suspicion you might not feel the same way once the effects of the alcohol have worn off. Believe me when I tell you,” Keller shifted uncomfortably, “this is a whole lot harder for me than it is for you.”

  Maisy rolled onto her side, bending an elbow and propping her head on her hand. “From now on, Keller, whenever I have cabernet with my chocolate, I’m going to think of you…and this wonderful picnic…and your delicious kisses.” She patted the mattress next to her. “Come here, Keller,” she said, her big blue eyes looking up at him, calling to him like a siren.

  Keller’s civilized side was losing the battle. “Only if you sit up first,” he said, knowing damn well if he got down on that bed next to her he’d have his cock buried in her so fast it would make her head spin.

  Instead of rising, she placed her hand on his chest and purred as she kneaded the flesh of his pectorals. He groaned from somewhere deep inside, afraid to open his mouth, knowing the only thing that would come out would be a primitive growl.

  Unbuttoning the first few buttons of his shirt, she scooted her hand inside, exploring his chest. “It never happens like this in real life, Keller,” she noted, smoothing her fingers over his nipple, causing it to constrict at her touch. “Just in fairy tales and romance novels. That’s why I’m sure I’m dreaming. Whatever happens, promise you won’t wake me up.”

  She held his gaze and time seemed to stand still.

  Taking a moment to breathe, Keller brushed the damp, blonde curls from Maisy’s forehead and smiled. “You make me absolutely crazy. Baby, I want you so much I can hardly stand it.” He couldn’t resist sliding his hand down her arm and over her breast.

  “Really? Gee…maybe Norman was right after all.” She covered his hand with hers, holding it firm against her with a satisfied sigh.

  “Norman?” Of all the things he might have expected to hear at that moment, her boss’ name wasn’t one of them. “Pray tell, what does your boss have to do with what’s going on here, hmm?”

  “He’s the one who keeps telling me sex could be different.” When Keller slanted her a questioning look, she added, “Different than it was with John, I
mean.”

  He watched the wine blush drain from her cheeks.

  “John was my first,” she confessed. “And…my only. I was a virgin when I married him. After our wedding night all I knew about sex is that it was something ugly and abusive.” She drew in a deep breath and breathed out a sigh. “I never wanted to have sex again after what that man did to me.”

  “Aw, sweetheart, I’m so sorry.” Keller scooped her into his arms, cradling her close. “I always thought the guy was a first-class jackass.”

  At the same time he comforted her, warning bells clanged inside his head. That little tidbit of information Maisy shared was enough to have him running for the hills. The last thing he wanted was to get mixed up with a woman he’d have to handle with kid gloves when what he wanted to do was pound into her until she saw stars.

  He didn’t want to get tangled with someone who’d been sexually abused. He didn’t want to be the savior to a woman looking for sexual healing. And he sure as hell didn’t want to do any of that with the ex-wife of his sister’s dead husband.

  Shit.

  “I just wanted you to know all that before anything happened between us,” Maisy told him. “It’s only fair. Believe me, Keller, I’ll understand perfectly if you’d rather just take me back to my office right now and not see me again.”

  There it was. She’d given him a perfect out.

  If he had any brains he’d take it.

  Yeah, she was beautiful and funny and spunky and sexy as hell, but there were plenty of other women out there just as good as Maisy Morganfield. He rested a lingering gaze on her.

  No there weren’t.

  “Well,” he found himself saying, “I guess it’s going to be up to me to show you that sex with the right person can be something beautiful. Extraordinary.” He got up and drew the curtains around the bed, affording them privacy from any voyeurs with telescopes.

  She gave him a smile so sweet it made his cock jerk. “If anyone can, Keller, I think it’s you. Show me,” Maisy urged, shrugging out of her cardigan then grasping the hem of the sweater beneath. “Please show me, Keller.” She began lifting her sweater.

  Stop,” Keller said, “don’t go any further.”

  Maisy froze.

  “Please…let me have the pleasure.” He pushed her hands away, replacing them with his. He felt Maisy shiver as he lifted her sweater, his fingers brushing over her breasts as he drew the garment up and over her head. She sat there in her white cotton bra with her curlicue blonde hair all disheveled and looking up at him with such a tentative, cautious expression it almost broke his heart.

  “You’re beautiful, Maisy. Exquisite,” he whispered, and smiled when he saw her expression and posture relax. Hadn’t that asshole ex of hers ever bothered to tell her that?

  Maisy reciprocated by unfastening the rest of the buttons on Keller’s shirt, giving a delighted moan as she smoothed her hand across his chest. “Just look at all those beautiful muscles. Even better than my dreams.”

  “Ahhh, so you’ve been dreaming about me, huh?” He gave a devilish grin.

  Maisy nodded, her attention still at his chest as she explored. “Mmm-hmm. And in them you’re buck-naked.”

  “That can definitely be arranged.”

  “Or wearing chainmail.”

  Keller didn’t respond to that bit of information. Chuckling, he brushed his thumb over the unyielding casing covering her breast, groaning as the nipple pebbled, beckoning him to savor it. Maisy’s breath grew ragged, which turned Keller on even more. Before he went any further he took a deep breath and looked her in the eyes.

  “Maisy, if I do anything you don’t like all you have to do is tell me to stop, okay? I promise I won’t hurt you. Do you believe you can trust me?”

  Maisy did a long, slow blink. “I do, Keller. Thank you.”

  His fingers captured the taut bud through the cotton and twisted it, causing Maisy to throw her head back and moan. He repeated the process with the other breast until Maisy was a liquid puddle of moaning ecstasy. Without removing her bra, Keller took a nipple in his teeth, nibbling and tugging, pleased as he heard Maisy’s satisfied little murmurs.

  She reached for his belt buckle, fumbling until she got it loose. Then her fingers were on his zipper, hesitantly at first and then slowly tugging downward. As if she were a child exploring something magical for the first time, Maisy tentatively cupped his cock through his shorts.

  She had his nuts in a knot before he could blink.

  He scrambled out of his shoes, socks and trousers, kicking them aside and then went back to the pleasurable task of playing with her breast.

  When Keller’s mouth lifted, leaving the fabric over her nipple wet, Maisy moaned her disappointment. He blew on the wet cotton, watching as the beaded crest beneath hardened even more.

  “Take off your skirt for me, Maisy.” She quickly complied. Wearing nothing but her good-girl bra and panties now, Keller detected the uncertainty returning to her eyes. “I’m going to take these off now, okay, sweetheart?”

  “Yes…” she breathed. “I-I’m really sorry.”

  “About what?”

  “The grandma underwear.”

  Keller bit the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. “It’s okay, honey. In an odd way, it’s kind of a turn-on.”

  “I’m going shopping at Victoria’s Secret for some sexy undies tomorrow,” she announced.

  “I’ll look forward to seeing those,” he assured her. Tempering himself to avoid clawing her cotton undies off like a rabid caveman, Keller tugged off her panties then unfastened her bra. The damn thing had more hooks than he was used to and it took forever.

  A monumental groan rumbled up from his chest once he’d finally unveiled her. Sweet Jesus, she had the dazzling tits, pussy and ass of a porn goddess. It was a wonder he didn’t come right there in his shorts.

  “You look like a goddess, Maisy,” he said, wisely omitting the rest of the depiction that came to mind. “Like Venus.” He cupped her breasts in his palms, feeling the heft before giving them a jiggle and watching as they bounced in his hands. Then he flicked each nipple with his fingers before twisting them.

  Maisy’s head fell back and she moaned out her bliss. The action presented her breasts to him in an irresistible offering. He caught one pert nipple in his teeth, lavishing it with attention while he pinched the other.

  “Oh God, Keller. That feels so good. I can feel the sensation all the way to my…” She moaned again, squeezing her knees together.

  “Your sweet little clit,” Keller whispered as he leaned Maisy back against the stack of pillows. Wedging his fingers between Maisy’s thighs, he eased them apart, slipped past the moist curls and searched until he found her most sensitive spot.

  Gasping, her mouth fell open and she sputtered as his finger stroked the small bud.

  “There.” She stared up at him with an adorable look of amazement. “That’s exactly where I feel it. Oh, stop! Stop, Keller.” He stopped immediately. “No…no, don’t stop,” Maisy pleaded hoarsely, her eyelids heavy.

  Keller captured a ripe, wet, reddened nipple in his teeth, teasing it as he continued swirling his fingertip at her slippery clit. Her juices flowed around his fingers. The way she breathed seemed as though she couldn’t get enough oxygen into her lungs. With each pass of his finger she trembled. He increased the slick friction, loving the way she gasped and clawed at him, wordlessly beseeching him with her eyes.

  Christ, he could see it coming, sense her impending climax. Her body tensed, growing rigid. Then the vibrating began. The quaking seemed to start at her clit and radiate outward in fierce, pulsing waves. Watching her shudder, writhe and moan at his touch had Keller so damned hard his guts clenched.

  Holding her close as her body jerked and trembled, he swore to God he’d never seen anything quite so beautiful as Maisy Morganfield in the throes of orgasm. The best part of all was when his name spilled from her lips, sounding almost like a prayer. Watching her come was a tre
at he’d never forget.

  He may have just proven himself to be a prince, a great guy, a generous, unselfish lover—but his cock was pissed as hell. It felt betrayed, deceived. It insisted on being appeased. Well, that was too damn bad. It was up to him, regardless of his urgency, to exercise patience and restraint.

  “That was…oh, that was…” Maisy was clearly at a loss for words. He noticed her nipples were puckered and darkly flushed. Like a cad, all he could focus on as she spoke was tasting those sweet, hard berries again, licking, nibbling, biting until they were red, raw and swollen.

  “I don’t even know how to describe it, Keller. Incredible. Sensational. Phenomenal.” She scooted up until her head rested on one of the small pillows and then peered at him through a thoroughly satisfied smile. “Do you know what that was?”

  “From the ear-to-ear grin on your face I can venture a pretty good guess,” Keller laughed, leaning down to give her a kiss.

  “My first orgasm.”

  Keller’s eyes widened in surprise. Jesus, she couldn’t possibly be that inexperienced, could she?

  “Maybe I should clarify that.” Maisy indulged in a soft laugh. “It was the first I’ve ever had when I wasn’t by myself.” Her cheeks colored. He loved the way she blushed so easily. “Thank you, Keller.” She pulled him down for another kiss.

  Bracing his hands on either side of her head before his lips met hers, he said, “My pleasure, I assure you.” And he meant it. Watching her reaction as he brought her to climax was practically a religious experience. Sinking into their kiss, Keller savored her mouth at length. “If you think that was good, just wait until you experience it when I’m inside you.”

  “I don’t think I can, Keller.” He felt his face crumple with surprise and disappointment. “Wait, I mean,” she clarified. “I don’t think I can wait.” Tugging at Keller’s shorts, she ordered, “Take them off.”

  Keller and his impatient cock were more than happy to accommodate her. Once his shorts had been shucked and the biggest erection he could remember sprang free, Maisy’s breath caught.