by Missy Jane
“It’s the truth. I’ve thought so since the first time I saw you.”
She sighed and closed her eyes, her warm breath caressing his thumb. The sensation raced through him, straight to his quickly filling cock. He stifled a groan and prayed it wouldn’t be too obvious when he stood.
“I think he prefers blondes,” she whispered.
The pain in her admission called to him and there was nothing he wouldn’t do to ease it.
“I don’t,” he whispered as he leaned in and slowly pressed his lips against her tempting mouth.
She opened for him and he took the invitation, slipping his tongue between her sweet lips with a sigh. She tasted like chocolate and coffee, his new favorite flavors. He moved his hands to the arms of the chair, caging her in with his larger body. She leaned in to him and her soft hands settled on the back of his neck, her fingers sliding into his hair. Her stiff nipples rubbed him through their clothing and his cock hardened completely. He didn’t think he’d be able to pull away from her if his life depended on it, much less his job.
Just please don’t push me away.
He slowly moved his hands to her back, waiting for any sign she wanted him to stop. It didn’t come, and he wanted to shout in triumph. Darina pressed her knees into his hips, with her feet pushing into the backs of his thighs. He pulled her flush against him and moaned as the warm juncture of her thighs cradled his hard length. She sat perched at the edge of her chair. He held one hand against her lower back and inched the other slowly up her skirt. Soon he was gripping her bare thigh as she began to rub against him with fervor, mewling like a cat.
“Oh, you taste so damn good,” he moaned as he went from her lips to her delectable neck.
Darina’s grip in his hair tightened. She held him to her while he nibbled a path from her ear to the tops of her breasts.
“Sol,” she gasped. “The door…did you lock the door?”
It took a heartbeat for the words to penetrate the lust-filled fog in his mind, but finally they made it through and he raised his head.
“Uh, no. Just give me a second.”
He abruptly released her, having to catch her as she nearly toppled out of the chair, and eased her back into it. She laughed and placed her hands on her face.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to pull you out of your seat.”
“That’s okay,” she replied with a smile.
His heart lightened. He hadn’t seen a genuine smile from her in months and hadn’t realized just how much he’d missed it. He stood and took the three steps to the door quickly, turned the lock and tugged on the handle for good measure. Then he slowly turned back to look at the woman of his fantasies. He’d only worked for Wellington Consulting for ten months, but in that time he’d dreamt of Darina almost every night. She’d already been engaged when he’d met her and off-limits in so many ways. His fantasies were all he had and they were about to come true.
I’ve definitely lost my mind.
Darina watched Sol look her over as he slowly walked away from the door. Hunger lit his gaze and it did more for her self-esteem than he could ever know. To see such a strong, virile, good-looking man like Sol actually want her… Darina felt breathless with anticipation.
Did Marc ever look at me like that?
She didn’t think any man had. The small voice of doubt niggling in the back of her mind since Sol knelt before her finally shut up. Having sex in her office with the security guard would undoubtedly be the most daring thing she’d ever done, but there was no way she could back out now. She remembered meeting Sol months ago when he’d first started and she said hello to him every morning. Knowing he was essentially a stranger only made her want him more. He wouldn’t know any of her flaws like Marc did, and hopefully he wouldn’t be comparing her to another woman.
She raised her hands to the buttons on her blouse and Sol froze mere inches in front of her. She began to undo them, keeping her eyes locked with his as she pushed her blouse off her shoulders. He swallowed hard as she kicked off her shoes and stood, before undoing her skirt and shimmying out of it. It was a hot day so she wore no stockings. The vulnerability of standing only in her lingerie added to her anticipation. She inwardly thanked her good sense for wearing a brand-new matching set. Sol appeared to approve…a lot, if the bulge in his slacks was anything to go by. She remembered the feel of that bulge as it had rubbed against her and couldn’t suppress a shiver.
“Are you cold, kitten?”
He reached for her and she went willingly into his arms. She raised her face for his kiss and he plundered her mouth more savagely than before. The urgency in him intensified and she wondered if he’d wanted her already when he’d first walked through her door. He kept one hand in her hair while running the other over the front of her body. Cold air brushed her aching nipples as he removed her bra in one swift move. He stopped kissing her, but before she could protest he moved his lips over her breasts. He suckled first one then the other as she bit her lip and moaned in ecstasy.
“Sol,” she whispered as his hand slipped into her panties.
“Damn. You’re so wet for me. God, do you know how good you feel?”
His breath burned her wet nipples, making her shiver as she clutched his shoulders. He was still completely dressed and that turned her on even more. He moved her forward and pressed her onto her desk. She lay on her back expecting Sol to cover her with his warm body, but her hands grasped only air. She raised her head and found him kneeling between her legs, slowly peeling her panties down and off. Self-consciousness tried to rear its ugly head as Sol pushed her knees apart to see his prize.
“So beautiful. You’re going to taste just like heaven, aren’t you?”
She couldn’t find the breath to answer as he lowered his head and began to lick.
Oh my God.
Her back arched off the desk and she nearly screamed at the sensation of his tongue laving her most sensitive flesh. Marc had refused to do this for her and she’d never pushed, feeling guilty for even wanting it. Sol was making her toes curl and she wondered how she’d ever lived without this pleasure in her life.
“Mmm, sweet as honey. And so hot,” he murmured against her skin before returning to his feast.
His tongue stabbed into her in imitation of what his cock would be doing shortly and she nearly climaxed. She sobbed his name as he ran his tongue over her clit and then circled it while pressing a finger inside her. He started pumping his finger in and out, then added a second when she began thrusting against his hand.
“That’s it. Come for me, baby. I want to lick you dry.”
“Sol, oh, Sol,” she sobbed as her orgasm built with blinding force.
It had been so long and Marc had never made her feel like this. As Sol continued to thrust his fingers inside her, he lightly clamped her clit between his teeth and that’s all it took. She gasped and nearly came off the desk with the force of her climax. She was gripping his head as an anchor. Tremors racked her frame as he sucked every ounce of pleasure from her. He finally sat back on his heels, breathing loudly, but she couldn’t lift her head to acknowledge him. His strong hands covered hers and gently removed her fingers from his hair.
Oh wow.
“I guess you enjoyed that?” he asked with a laugh.
She tried to laugh but it came out as a whimper as she fought to catch her breath. Sol stood and wiped an arm across his mouth before leaning over her. Her scent on his breath excited her all over again, as if they’d just begun. He pressed his lips against hers and she opened for him while wrapping her legs around his waist.
“Sweet Darina. I want you more than I want my next breath. But we have a problem.”
It took a second to decipher the comment and then remember how to speak in order to respond.
“Hmm? Problem?”
“Yeah, kitten. I don’t have a condom. I don’t suppose you keep any in your desk?”
The hopeful look on his face made her giggle and he smiled. She lifted a hand to
his cheek, rubbing her thumb across his lips.
“No, I’m so sorry. I don’t.”
He couldn’t hide his disappointment, but still smiled.
“Sorry? You think I’d like the idea of you being prepared to have sex in your office all the time? I like the idea of me tempting you into spontaneity more.”
“Oh, you’re certainly tempting, Sol.”
He grinned and rubbed his hard, cloth-covered cock against her wetness. She moaned and closed her eyes.
“I don’t know how I’m going to be able to walk out of here,” he whispered against her neck.
She rocked against him. “I know a couple of ways to take care of the problem.”
Chapter Two
Sol hadn’t thought it possible, but he instantly got harder.
“Just what do you have in mind?” he asked, praying she couldn’t hear the tremor in his voice.
Darina smiled and gently pushed him back as she sat up. He kept his arms wrapped around her and pulled her into a sitting position. Suddenly he was kissing her again. He just couldn’t seem to help himself. She leaned into him and slipped off the desk. She moved and he followed in a slow, sensuous dance, until he felt the desk behind him and Darina pulling away. He was trying to hold on to her, but she just laughed.
“You have to let go of me if you want me to take care of this,” she said as she cupped him in her soft hands.
He groaned and closed his eyes, letting his arms fall to his sides. Oh yes, please take care of it.
“That’s a good boy.”
He opened his eyes to find her kneeling before him, her hands opening his pants and pulling them down to his knees.
Heaven. I’ve died and gone to heaven.
She tugged his boxer briefs and his hungry cock sprang free, hard and already glistening. She cooed and kissed the tip. He nearly exploded.
“Darina, you don’t have to do this.”
She looked up at him and licked her lips. He gripped the edge of the desk to keep from grabbing her and bending her over, lack of condom be damned.
“I want to. I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel.”
He couldn’t respond, merely nodded as she bent her lovely head and went to it. The first touch of her tongue made him groan and he nearly closed his eyes. But he wanted to watch. He reached over and pushed her beautiful chestnut hair behind her ear to allow his view. It was breathtaking.
Perfect.
She moved slowly and a little tentatively at first, as if she wasn’t used to giving head. That thought pleased him and he hoped she’d never had Marc’s cock in her luscious mouth. Her tongue swirled around the head as she sucked him and used her hand to rub up and down his shaft. He moaned and fought to keep his hips still, not wanting to force her into a rhythm or speed she couldn’t handle. She pressed her thumb into the underside of his shaft and grazed him with her teeth. He started panting.
“Almost there. God, can I come in your mouth? Please?”
“Mmmm,” she moaned with a little nod, and he relaxed into the pleasure she was giving.
She used her free hand to cup his balls and gave a little squeeze while sucking him harder. The hand on his shaft began to move faster and his climax built.
“I’m coming, Darina. I‘m coming,” he nearly shouted as he felt her grip him more tightly.
Hot jets of semen burst from the head of his cock and into her mouth. Darina moaned and he looked down to see her head in his hands, not even realizing he’d grabbed her. She licked him clean, sending a shiver down his spine as he fought for breath. She swiped her pretty, pink tongue over her lips and stood slowly, pulling herself up his body. He held her close and kissed her, rubbing his softening cock against her naked belly.
“I guess you enjoyed that?” she asked quietly.
He laughed at the echo of his words and kissed her again.
“Like is too tame a word. That was mind-blowing.”
She giggled and shook her head. “Blowing being the optimal word.”
He laughed and rubbed his hands up and down her back before grabbing her ass in both and pulling her more tightly against him.
“Tell me we can do this again. Later at my place, yours or a neutral location. I don’t care where.”
Uncertainty crossed her face for a moment and Sol fought for patience. He knew this was just rebound sex for her, but didn’t mind being that guy if it was the only way to have her for a little while. There could never be any more between them. He just didn’t have enough to offer her.
“Sol—”
“Look, Darina, this doesn’t have to go anywhere. I know you’re just coming out of something heartbreaking. Why not let me hold you while you heal? We’re both adults. We can enjoy each other for a little while with no strings attached. When you get sick of me and decide to move on I’ll be okay with it. I swear.”
She still looked uncertain, but hadn’t stepped out of his arms yet. He took that as a good sign.
Please say yes.
Finally, she looked into his eyes with a smile and that was all the answer he needed. He kissed her more thoroughly and she started rubbing against him again. He had to back away in the name of self-preservation.
“Kitten, if we’re going to continue we need to find a drugstore.” She seemed to come out of a daze at his words and looked down at herself uncertainly. “Darina?”
“Yeah. Let’s, uh…let’s go to my place. I don’t live too far from here.”
Sol held in his roar of triumph as she turned away to get dressed. He tucked himself back into his pants and straightened his clothes, admiring the view as she bent over to pick up her panties. He watched her get dressed and his blood boiled as he imagined removing every piece all over again.
* * * * *
Darina’s confidence began to slip as she drove the few blocks to her loft. Sol’s pickup truck filled her rearview mirror, ratcheting up her nervousness.
What am I doing?
He seemed like a really nice guy and he was sexy as hell. He probably had women throwing themselves at him on a nightly basis. Sure he just wanted sex like any man, but should she make it so easy? He didn’t seem like the type to participate in office gossip, but after Marc she had to be careful. Her heart couldn’t handle another crack much less an all-out assault right now. After being so alone for the past few months, it might be nice to keep Sol for a little while.
I just want someone to hold me again.
She pulled into the parking garage and found two empty spots on the second level. After cutting the engine, she took her time gathering her purse and by the time she reached for the handle the door was opened for her. She looked up into Sol’s smiling face.
“Hey, beautiful. Looks like you’re close enough to walk to work.”
She smiled back and gave a little laugh as she took his hand. “In this humidity? I’d have to take a shower as soon as I got there.”
He pulled her out of her small Honda and into his arms. “Mmm, that puts delicious images in my mind.”
Her cheeks burned, though she realized it was ridiculous to be embarrassed in front of a man who’d already seen her naked.
“Get your mind out of the gutter, Sol.”
He nuzzled her neck and placed a warm kiss beneath her ear. “I can’t help that you’re irresistible. Now point me in the direction of the closest drugstore.”
She looked away from his hungry gaze. “That won’t be necessary. I have some.”
He raised a brow but didn’t comment as she closed her door and headed away from the cars. She tried to appear calm and controlled, hoping he wouldn’t realize just how nervous he made her.
He probably thinks I do this all the time.
They reached the skywalk connecting the garage to the building of lofts across the street, and walked over in silence. His hand warmed her lower back as she fished keys from her purse. A set of glass doors and a flight of stairs later, and they stood before the door to her private domain. She fought to brea
the as she let them inside and heard Sol close and lock the door.
Sol stepped into Darina’s loft and let out a low whistle. It was no less than he’d expected, resembling a spread on a magazine cover. Everything matched, from the sienna-colored sofa set to the abstract prints on the peach and tan walls. The entire open floor plan spoke of class and style and seemed utterly Darina. He wasn’t surprised.
She is so out of my league.
“This is nice,” he said quietly.
She looked around as if noticing it for the first time and shrugged. “Thanks. It’s home, for now.”
“For now? You plan on moving?”
She walked farther in and he followed her to a set of stairs hidden behind a wall of black-and-white photographs.
“Perhaps. I can’t honestly say I’ll be at Wellington much longer.”
His steps faltered and he nearly plowed into her back, but caught himself on the rail.
Please don’t say you’re leaving town. “Do you already have another job lined up?”
He followed her up the stairs to the second level where a short iron rail surrounded her small bedroom. She hesitated and threw an uncertain glance at him over her shoulder.
“Um, yeah. There’s a firm across town that made an impressive offer. I’d be a fool to say no, especially with…what’s going on.”
He walked over to the queen-sized bed in the center of the room and looked down at the royal-blue bedspread. He sat on the edge and removed his socks and shoes, then removed his tie as he turned to look at her. She was watching him while she disrobed, and he couldn’t help the wistful pang in his chest at how comfortable it felt to undress in a bedroom with her.
“Are you hungry?” she asked, as she unbuttoned her blouse. He smiled and raised a brow, making her laugh. “I meant for food, Sol. It’s late and I haven’t eaten anything since lunch.”
“Dinner sounds good, but only if I can have dessert first.”
She blushed and turned around as her skirt dropped to the floor. “I should take a shower.”