by Marie Carnay
“Definitely.” Leah reached back and ran a hand over his neck and up into his hair.
As her fingers sifted through the strands, Bruce kissed her neck, his lips and tongue fanning out across her shoulders and back as his hands slipped lower to tease the part of her aching for release. His fingers slipped between her folds and found her clit, a hardened nub throbbing for him and his power. She cried out as he worked her, as he circled and pinched and tugged until she panted in front of him. Her hands found the glass, palms out, fingers splayed on the one-way mirrors as Bruce pushed her legs apart with his knee. She braced herself, a steadying breath, as he grabbed her hips and thrust his cock inside her.
“Oh yes,” she cried, repeated it over and over—the words sparks of fire that spit from her mouth as he picked up speed. She opened her eyes as his rhythm matched the beat of the music. She watched the crowd, the DJ, the entire club, as he pounded her from behind. Everything she wanted, everything she needed was right there, pumping a unified rhythm into her body stronger than her own heart.
With the briefest pause, his hand slid around and his fingers found her clit, rubbing in time with her whole world. The orgasm ripped through her and her body spasmed, pulling him deeper inside her. But he wasn’t done. He kept pumping, kept rubbing her clit through the pleasure that burned her, that made tears well in her eyes and spill down her cheeks and she ground herself against him. She cried out with every thrust, every pinch of her clit, so swollen and raw. Her necklaces slammed against her body, silver chains beating their own staccato drum.
Bruce fucked her until she orgasmed again, until her body sagged and he had to hold her up with his hands wrapped around her chest and waist. With a final rock of his hips, he came in a torrent of lava that ran roughshod over her until every inch of her was engulfed and consumed.
Leah’s hands peeled off the wall and a delirium took over, her brain burnt to ashes and unable to light. Bruce carried her to the couch and laid her down, wrapping a blanket around her body until the softness enveloped her and she disappeared into oblivion.
* * * * *
A strange stillness permeated Leah’s consciousness and she blinked her eyes open. Where the hell am I? She looked around at the office and squeaked in alarm. Oh my god. Bruce’s office. She stood up and dragged her broken body to the windows. She pulled the blanket tighter around her shoulders as she peered into the empty club. Ordinary fluorescent light illumined the space and a janitor swept debris across the dance floor. What time is it? She spun around and walked back to the couch where her dress, coat, and purse sat in a tidy bundle.
She slipped her dress and underwear back on and fished her phone out of her bag. “Four a.m.? I’ve been asleep until four a.m.?” she said aloud as she unlocked the screen and read her unanswered texts. Michelle had texted around two and the words made her laugh out loud. “Headed out with Sean. Bruce seems like a winner. You should keep him.”
She stared at the screen, unsure what to do, when the door opened and Bruce walked in. He smiled as he walked up to her, his eyes brilliant blue flames lighting his face. “You’re still here. My sexy punk librarian— I mean Ph.D. I guess last night wasn’t a dream after all.”
Leah smiled and shook her head. “There’s the man I remember. I was beginning to think you’d abandoned the corny compliments.”
“Me? Never.” He bent and kissed her and she tasted coffee on his lips.
“You’re drinking coffee? At four in the morning?”
“Yeah, I needed to stay awake to close. Especially after I let Sean sneak out without helping. Your friend Michelle seems nice. A bit of a lightweight in the vodka department, but nice.”
Leah raised an eyebrow. “You talked with Michelle?”
“Yeah, I let her know you were…otherwise occupied. And that she didn’t need to worry about you. Hope you don’t mind.”
Leah smiled. “I don’t. She’d have torn the club apart trying to find me if you hadn’t.”
“Well, we can’t have that. Haven has an image to uphold after all.”
“What would that be, exactly?”
“Hmm. The place where dreams really do come true.”
“I wouldn’t use that in your ad campaign.”
“No? Hmm. Well, it’s the truth. For me at least.”
“Me too.” Leah pushed off the couch to stand, but fell back in a heap. “Whoa. Head rush.”
Bruce chuckled as he sat down next to her and kissed the top of her head.
“What’s so funny?”
“You were right. I guess you can’t walk.”
Leah punched him, a gentle jab in the ribs as he laughed.
“So,” Bruce began, “can I take you home? I’m sure you’re exhausted.”
“I am. But how about we swing by your place first. I’m sure your dogs miss you. And I’m not ready to say goodbye.”
“Who said anything about saying goodbye? I plan on never letting you walk out of my life again.”
“Keep giving me nights like this and you won’t have to worry. I won’t be able to move, let alone walk.”
Bruce laced his fingers in Leah’s and raised her hand to his lips. With a kiss, he pulled her up to stand and they walked out of the office together.
* * * * *
One Year Later
Leah hiked up the layers of ivory crinoline and silk billowing across the floor and searched blindly for the untied laces of her combat boots. As her fingers roamed over the polished black leather, Bruce stepped up and crouched at her feet.
“Here, let me.” He cinched the laces and retied the bow before leaning back on his heels to look at her. “You’re beautiful, Leah. I mean, you could have worn a black slip dress and eye shadow up to your eyebrows and been gorgeous, but this dress, your hair…everything. It’s—you’re amazing.”
“Thanks. I thought you’d like it—I wanted to surprise you.”
“You did. I almost passed out before I remembered to breathe.” He stood up and ran a hand over the curls framing her face. “I love you, my beautiful wife.”
“And I love you, my handsome new husband.”
“So, are you ready to get the party started? I think there are a few bridesmaids eager to hit the dance floor.”
Leah looked out over the club at all the wedding guests milling about with champagne in hand as the DJ set up the booth. “I am. Let’s make this night extraordinary.”
About Marie Carnay
A California native, Marie traded coasts after college, swapping coastal breezes and year-round flip-flops for the summer rainstorms of the Southeast, and never looked back. When she's not heating up the Southern nights with her erotic romance, she's reading everything from true crime to historical fiction, with the occasional zombie thrown in.
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