What the Heart Needs

by Jessica Gadziala

  Elliott didn’t know why he had been so short with her. Maybe a part of him didn’t want Hannah getting to know Tate. He never seemed to have trouble landing women with his all-American looks. And Elliott knew he was an all around good, stand-up guy. But it bothered him. And it was a new sensation. He’d never been a jealous man and he certainly never got emotionally invested. But he wasn’t keen on the idea of sharing Hannah. She was… his.

  The thought landed uneasy like bile in his gut. She wasn’t his. She was new. She was different. He had thoroughly enjoyed her. He had every intention of enjoying her in the future. Frequently. But she was most certainly not his.

  She avoided him the rest of the day. He wasn’t sure if it was because he had been short with her or because they had slept together. Chances were it was both. He caught her every now and then purposely focusing on paperwork or her cell phone to avoid seeing him. And while he was sure she would attribute it to being a good employee (which he couldn’t argue with), he knew avoidance when he saw it.

  But without her looking, he got to take good, long glances at her. He noticed the way her sweater hung loosely from her shoulders to her. Maybe he could incorporate some meals in between sex sessions.

  Elliott watched some of the staff file out, realizing it must have already been past five o’clock. Hannah was standing at Tad’s desk, looking over his shoulder at something on his computer.

  He walked back into his office, opening the door to Hannah’s office. He pulled something out of his pocked, left it on her desk, and went back into his own office with a smile.

  Hannah had just said goonight to a worried Tad who wanted to stay late with her to walk her to her car. She had somehow managed to talk him out of it and ushered him to the elevator. She walked into her office, shocked to not find another note on the floor. She threw a stack of papers onto her desk before she noticed something on the center of her desk.

  Her panties.

  Her mouth fell comically open as she snatched up the panties and shoved them into her purse as if someone was around who might see them. The letters were one thing, but how the hell had her psycho stalker found her panties? Hannah fell into her chair heavily. Maybe Tad was right. Maybe it was Dan. She obviously had access to EM’s house.

  Maybe Tad had been wrong about how done Dan and EM actually were. If she was still in the house sometimes, it obviously wasn’t completely finished. And she knew that she had been there the night before. In bed. With her husband.

  Hannah cradled her head in her hands, wondering how the hell she had let things spiral so far out of her control. Control was her thing. She was great at it. And somehow she had managed to get herself involved in an affair with a married man who just so happened to have a crazy stalker wife who was making her life a living hell.

  “So I found those under a pile of my clothes this morning,” EM’s voice sounded smooth and sexy over the intercom.

  That bastard! Hannah jumped out of her chair, furious. She had been sitting there, her heart in her throat worried about someone who was out to get her. And he had been the one to leave them there. It seemed so out of character for him. A serious man like him shouldn’t be able to play games too. It was too confusing.

  And how dare he put her panties on her desk at work? Anyone could have walked in and seen them there. What might they have thought? It was completely inappropriate. So unprofessional. She was going to have to give him a piece of her mind.

  She grabbed the panties, pulling the door open roughly and storming in.

  He was leaning against the front of his desk, his hands spread to each side, holding the edge. He was waiting for her.

  “This is completely inappropriate,” she said, her voice raised. She hated how she always sounded shaky when she got angry. It completely undermined her feelings. She was holding her panties in her hand so he could see. “You cant…”

  Elliott pushed off of the desk, moving slowly closer, looking a bit like a panther does when it sees pray but is being lazy about acting. His eyebrow was raised and his lip quirked. He liked her angry. It was a different look for her.

  “I cant what?” he said, coming up close to her, his body a whisper from hers. “Cant do this?” he said, grabbing her braid and pulling it and making her face turn up toward him. “Or this?” he said, pushing her roughly against the wall, his body keeping her firmly against it. He looked down at her. She was looking right up at him, her eyes at turn sharp and throwing daggers and soft and hazy with desire. “Or this?” he said, bringing his knee up between her legs and pushing them open until he was touching the juncture of her thighs.

  A small moan escaped her parted lips and she slumped a bit against him.

  “Definitely not this,” he said, grabbing both of her wrist and pinning them on the wall above her head with one hand. “Or this,” he said, his hand pulling roughly at the waist of her slacks and sliding underneath and down until he felt the line of her panties. His fingers toyed with the fabric which was already wet with desire.

  Hannah felt her knees give the second his fingers started to rub the fabric of her panties against her heat. Elliott’s hand pushed her wrists even harder against the wall. And he never took his eyes off of hers as he stroked her roughly. The roughness of her cotton panties against her clit drove her closer to the edge.

  She looked up at him watching her. Reaching up, she grabbed his tie, using it to pull his face closer to hers until she could lean up and capture his lips in hers. She felt a smile on his lips before she pushed her tongue inside his mouth to stroke his. A growl escaped him, low and quiet, but there. With the sound, she felt her body reach it’s breaking point and his fingers pushed against her clit and her body spasmed with a powerful orgasm.

  Her teeth bit into his lower lip as she came, her body shaking. His fingers kept their rubbing, making the orgasm last longer.

  When she finally slinked against the wall, spent, he pulled his hands out of her pants and started pulling her sweater up over her head. He released her wrists to pull the material over her head and throwing it on the ground.

  He grabbed her by the shoulder, turning her so that her back faced him. He grabbed for the clasps of her bra and undid them quickly and pulled her arms free. His hands quickly reached around her to cup her breasts. She felt her belly flutter when he grabbed them roughly and squeezed. He felt the hard nubs of her nipples against his palms and groaned.

  Elliott applied pressure to her chest to force her body up against his. He felt her round ass push against his hips. Hannah groaned feeling the outline of his hard cock against her ass. His lips came down onto her neck, kissing and nipping roughly. Hannah moaned loudly, rubbing her backside against his hardness.

  Elliott groaned, releasing her breasts and grabbing for the button and zipper of her pants. He grabbed both the waist of her pants and her panties and shoved them downward. She stepped out automatically, standing completely naked while he was still fully dressed.

  One of his hands went behind her while one dipped between her thighs, parting the folds and shoving a finger deep inside her pussy without warning. She moaned, her head falling back onto his chest. His finger jutted in and out of her with a punishing pace until she felt herself starting to tighten around him and she was panting.

  Then he pulled his finger out of her and grabbed her arms, placing them against the wall. Hannah blindly followed his lead, too beside herself to think. Her ass was sticking out and she felt Elliott grab it and then slap it once, hard. And then his cock was rubbing against her wetness from behind and her hand slapped against the wall.

  Before she could even think, she felt his cock shove deeply inside her with one thrust. She lost her balance and Elliott grabbed her waist with one hand and pushed her forward until her forearms were against the wall to balance her.

  She felt his fingertips dig into her soft hips as he shifted a bit forward so she felt his cock hit the front of her depths and his balls press against her ass. Ha
nnah groaned, feeling the pressure of desire build inside her with the stillness. Then she was rocking her ass against him, begging for what she wanted most.

  Elliott groaned, grabbing her hips tighter, pulling out of her and then using them to pull her against him as he thrust so he could be as deep inside her as possible. He couldn’t believe how tight and wet she was for him. He shoved into her with reckless abandon as her moans got louder and lounder. His breath hissed out roughly, barely able to breathe at all he was so close.

  He could feel her tighten and he took one hands off her hips to grab her throat and pull her up against him.

  His hand was tight enough on her throat to hurt, to make it difficult to catch her breath. And then his cock shoved into her one punishing hard time and her climax completely consumed her. His hand grabbed her throat tighter and she couldn’t scream. She lost her balance and fell against him. His cock was shoved out of her at the change and Elliott grabbed her, turning her around and pushing her back against the wall.

  And then he was on his knees in front of her, spreading her legs and pulling one of her thighs over his shoulder. He buried his face in her heat, licking roughly over her folds and clit until she recovered from her orgasm and felt desire rebuilding.

  “Oh my god,” she whimpered. “Oh don’t stop.”

  Elliott followed her orders, running circles over her clit and then dipping lower and lower, until he finally rounded his tonge and shoved it into her wet depths. Hannah grabbed his head, shoving her pelvis against him, looking for more.

  He needed a minute. He wanted nothing more than to cum deep inside of her as she climaxed around him. But he knew he would enjoy it all the more if he drew it out. And then he would shove inside of her again.

  Just as she was panting and about to cum again, Elliott stood up suddenly, pulling her legs up and wrapping them around his waist. Hannah reached wantonly between them, grabbed his cock, and pushed it inside her. Elliott smiled, turning so his back was against the wall. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he grabbed her ass tightly. Then she started riding him, slow and tentative at first. And then with increasing speed and need. She moaned “oh” with every shallow exhale as she slid up and down his body.

  He felt himself edging toward climax and he grabbed her ass harder and started pulling her up and down until she matched his pace.

  Hannah came down on him once hard and her pussy grabbed him over and over as she climaxed, “Oh, oh god, Elliott,” she moaned against his neck.

  Elliott grunted, shifting again so her back was against the wall. He plowed into her over and over, her entire body jumping with the motion each time. He felt her start to tighten again and shoved harder and harder. He reached and grabbed her braid, pulling so she was facing him. Her eyes were small and hazy as she groaned her way through another orgasm. As soon as he felt her relax, he shoved hard and deep once, his breath coming out in a huff as he came hard. “Fuck, Hannah,” he groaned, his cock exploding with cum.

  Hannah’s eyes went round and her mouth fell open as she felt his orgasm. She didn’t know a woman could feel a man climax.

  His head fell against her shoulder, his breath ragged and unsteady. She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and rested her face against his cheek. A moment later, when his heartbeat had slowed considerably, he wrapped an arm around her waist and carried her toward his chair, sitting down with her on top of him.

  Hannah relaxed against him, his clothes warm against her naked body. She realized with a strange sense of wonder that he was still inside of her. His hands worked at the tie in her hair, pulling it free then carefully untwisting the braids. When it was undone, he splayed it across her bare back and slowly ran his fingers through it. He really seemed to have a an obsession with her hair. Hannah shivered a little at the whisper-soft sensation and sighed. She closed her eyes and before she was even aware she was tired, she was asleep.

  The cold was what woke her up. The office thermostat dipped low at night when no one was around and she woke up to goosebumps. For a moment she shifted closer to the body heat Elliott provided. But then her sleep-addled brain cleared and she realized what she had allowed to happen again.

  One of Elliott’s arms was limply resting on her hip. She carefully pulled one leg from around him and placed it on the floor and slowly eased her body weight off of him. She couldn’t understand why she fell asleep with him so easily. It wasn’t like her. She usually couldn’t sleep if someone else was even in the same room.

  When she was finally standing, she looked down at him. He hadn’t so much as flinched as she moved. He slept like the dead. Maybe like her, he typically slept badly. Judging by the shadows under his eyes that looked a lot like hers, it was likely the case. The stern creases he usually had between his brows and across his brow were gone now, softened with sleep and he looked so much more approachable than usual.

  Hannah tiptoed across the floor to find her clothes and threw them on quickly, shivering slightly. She walked into her office, grabbing her purse and cell phone and carefully closed the door behind her. The office was eerily quiet and she looked down at her cell to find that it was well after nine at night.

  Oh, god. Had the cleaning staff been there already? Hannah’s stomach turned over at the thought of someone coming in to clean and unexpectedly finding her there fully naked on top of her boss. Her face heated dramatically and she prayed that wasn’t the case. She was in contact with the cleaning staff more nights than not. They knew her. She would never be able to face them again.

  The elevator chimed to the first floor and she stepped out into the dark, abandoned lobby. She pulled her keycard out to open the front door and noticed with relief that the cleaning staff was just unloading their supplies from the van as she walked out. She greeted them with a wave and walked quickly to her car.

  Once she was half way home, she felt a sense of guilt at having left him there to be come upon by the cleaning staff. While he was clothed, he was unzipped and she didn’t think he would appreciate being found like that. She punched his number into her cell phone and let it ring three times, intending to hang up, when she heard a sleepy, ragged sounding Elliott answer.

  She slammed her finger down on the off button as her heart raced. Well at least she had woken him. Hopefully he wasn’t awake enough to think to check the caller ID. Chances were he wouldn’t even know her number by sight anyway. She hoped.

  The phone woke him up with a start from a deep sleep. It took him a few seconds to realize where he was and what had woken him. He grabbed the phone and barked into the reciever to find nothing on the other end. He dropped it into the cradle with more force than was necessary.

  He reached down and zipped his trousers and felt agitation build up inside him. She had snuck off again. While he had never gotten the chance to have a conversation about their professional life not being effected by their sexual life, he figured she would have understood already. She certainly didn’t need to run off in the middle of the night like she was ashamed of herself.

  Was she ashamed of herself? He hadn’t thought much about that feeling in the past. It wasn’t something he personally experienced and most of the women he spent his nights with knew what they were getting into. No one expected more from him than a night or two. Everyone knew it was a casual sexual encounter they were going to share. And it wasn’t anything anyone ever felt the need to feel shame about.

  But Hannah wasn’t one of those women. Despite his suspicions about her general lack of experience, he knew this was different because she worked for him. She was definitely ashamed.

  He hated that thought and was going to make it his top priority to talk to her first thing in the morning.

  He walked to the elevator and nodded to the cleaning staff in the lobby.

  She needed to get over her fears about their work life. Because the sex was absolutely amazing and he did not want to have to lose that. She was incredibly open. And he was constantly blown away
by how absolutely gorgeous she was. And the way she said his name…

  Elliott shook his head. He needed to stop thinking about her so much. It was becoming a bit too much. She was going to be an amazing fling. That was all there was to it. But as he got into his car, he had a nagging feeling he was lying to himself.

  Hannah let herself into her apartment and locked the door behind her. She walked to her bathroom, leaving a trail of clothes through her house as she undressed. The heat of the shower helped soothe her sore body. No one was meant to fall asleep in that awkward position. Her thighs felt like cinderblocks.

  She needed to stop sleeping with him. The thought caught her off-guard and she laughed at herself. Why couldn’t she resist him? The second he was within six inches of her, her brain just went to mush. Any reservations she was firmly holding onto, slipped away. Granted, he was gorgeous. No woman would be able to deny how sexy that man was. But he wasn’t overly kind or charming.

  Hannah let the overly hot water run down her body for a long few minutes. The man was truly talented with sex though. She never would have thought she would be a woman who would be into a man being so dominant and demanding. She definitely didn’t think she would tolerate, let alone enjoy, being pinned, or slapped, or choked. But she did. Every pore of Elliott’s body screamed with dominance. And every inch of her wanted to be dominated by him.

  She should have screwed around more in college. Maybe she could have built up some kind of defences to her own body’s desires. It was extremely difficult to deny herself something that she had been ignoring for so many years. Her lady bits clearly had a mind of their own and she didn’t stand a chance.

  And as much as she wanted to hate herself for it, a darker, larger part of herself was enjoying it. It was wonderful to realize she could experience a healthy sex life. She had gotten to the point where she didn’t even recognize she was a sexual creature anymore. It was easy to forget after a while. But when someone comes around and brings that part out of the dark, it was all-consuming.