by Avery Flynn
“Izzy! I didn’t know you were in the office today.” Heat flooded her cheeks at being caught dancing around in her office. But at least it wasn’t a client, or Lisa.
“I just came in for a meeting with a client. Thought I’d stop by and say hi on my way out.”
Isabelle had been working from home since the birth of her baby, doing some smaller consulting jobs for Lisa Stern Designs.
Micki smiled back. “One of my clients told Lisa I’m doing a good job.”
“Awesome! Always nice to get compliments instead of complaints.”
“Yes, totally! How’s Noah?”
“He’s so good.” Isabelle beamed. The love Isabelle felt for her child glowed on her face as she chatted about her son.
Micki felt a twinge of envy. She and Isabelle had talked over lunch one day about how they both longed for family, Isabelle because she’d never had that growing up, Micki because she had had a warm, loving family and wanted to create her own. They’d discovered they had a lot in common in the time since Isabelle had rejoined the firm—their creativity and esthetic sense, the importance of friends and family, and they’d even ended up with similar men.
Isabelle’s husband Gabe was a strong, powerful businessman and she’d hinted that Gabe was also strong and dominant in the bedroom. As was Garrett. So although they’d never shared a lot of explicit details, Micki sensed that Isabelle had needs similar to her own.
“So he’s putting on a lot of weight,” Isabelle finished, clearly talking about Noah, not Gabe. “How’s Garrett? He and Gabe are supposed to golf this week.”
“Right, he told me that. He’s good. We’re having dinner tonight.” She paused, her stomach muscles tightening. She bit her lip and peeked at Isabelle through her eyelashes. Should she say anything? She was dying to tell someone her suspicions, but… “I think he’s going to propose tonight.”
Isabelle’s eyebrows flew up. “Really?”
Micki nodded as she straightened the carpet samples, excitement fluttering in her belly. “He’s taking me out for dinner at Anjul and says he has something important to talk to me about.”
“How long have you two been together?”
“Just over a year.”
“Right. You met that night at Elite when it was your birthday.” Isabelle’s eyes brightened. “That’s so exciting! I assume you’re going to say yes.”
“Of course.” Micki’s heart expanded. She wanted to spend the rest of her life with Garrett. “I love him.” Those words weren’t enough to express the depths of her feelings for him, but she sensed that Isabelle understood perfectly the way her eyes warmed and her smile broadened.
“I know you do. I’m so happy for both of you. Garrett seems sort of cold and unemotional sometimes, but I think you bring out his softer side.”
Micki gave a little snort. “Softer side? Garrett?” Then she grinned. “Well, maybe I do.”
“We’ll have to get together some time, the four of us.”
“That would be lovely.”
“I should get going.” Isabelle pushed away from the door frame. “And we should have lunch this week. I want to hear all about the proposal.”
“Yes! Let’s do that.”
Isabelle walked out with a wave and Micki shut down her computer for the day. She left the office on East 23rd Street and a short subway trip and walk later was letting herself into her apartment in a renovated Chelsea townhouse.
She checked her cell phone for texts or messages and noted it was after six. Garrett was picking her up at seven, so she had to get moving. She kicked off her pumps and padded barefoot across the parquet hardwood floor to her bedroom. Her apartment was tiny, only five hundred square feet, but she had a decent-size bedroom and bathroom. She pulled off her sleeveless blouse and hung it in the closet, unzipped and shimmied out of her pencil skirt and hung it too, carefully using one of the hangers with clips. Then she stared at the other garments hanging in the closet. She’d been thinking all day about what to wear tonight, wishing she had time to go shopping to buy something new, something that would blow Garrett’s mind, but sadly her day had been packed. Her hand hovered over the Alice & Olivia bronze beaded sheath…yes, that would be good.
She started some music playing and danced into her tiny kitchen in her bra and panties to pour a glass of wine to sip as she redid her hair and makeup. She paused to take a mouthful, then boogied back toward her bedroom to the beat of “Uptown Funk” by Bruno Mars, one of her favorite singers.
Her apartment door opened and Garrett walked in, catching her in the middle of a hip swivel. She stopped dead. He paused too. One sexy eyebrow shot up as his gaze swept up and down over her, clad only in her underwear.
She gave him a weak grin. “Hi there. You’re early.”
“Nope.” He dropped the key she’d given him to her place on the little table near the door and prowled toward her. “I came at the perfect time.”
Even in his suit and tie, all sophisticated and elegantly tailored, there was something primal and sensual about him. Tall and well muscled, he moved with masculine grace. The stubble on his cheeks, jaw and upper lip gave him a dark, dangerous air, and the gleam in his eyes was carnal.
The way he looked at her had liquid heat drizzling through her, pooling low in her belly. The music continued to beat out as her heart rate sped up.
Garrett stopped in front of her and drew his index finger from her throat down over her breastbone, lingering between her breasts at the V of her bra just above a small black satin bow. “Nice. Is this what you’re wearing tonight?”
“No, I was planning to wear a dress.”
His lips twitched. “Smartass. That could get you a spanking.”
“I can only hope.”
Now he did smile. “I meant, are you wearing this bra tonight.”
“I need a strapless bra with the dress I’m wearing.”
“Or no bra.”
“Maybe.” She gave him a coy look up through her eyelashes.
“This is nice.” He traced over the silver embroidery that adorned the sheer black cups. “Take it off.”
God, she loved that tone of voice—deep and commanding. She set her glass of wine on a table, reached behind her and unfastened the bra. Her nipples tightened into hard peaks at the brush of air over them. Also at Garrett’s hot stare.
“Beautiful.” He draped the bra over his shoulder and set his hands on her waist. Then he tilted his head, listening to the music. “Did he just say fuck you up?”
She choked on an unexpected giggle. “Um, no. I think it’s funk you up.”
“Hmm. I like my version better. Gonna fuck you up, sexy girl.” He bent his knees and tossed her over his shoulder in a fireman hold, then strode to her bedroom.
She gasped and swatted at his back. “Garrett! We have a dinner reservation.”
“They’ll hold it for me.”
Of course they would. He was Garrett Caulfield.
He gave her butt a little smack that sent heat zapping to her core. She closed her eyes. Just the way he picked her up and carried her into her room made her melt. Beneath his designer suit he was a caveman…and she loved it.
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Daring the Player
by
Robin Covington
“I want to fuck you.”
It was direct and probably a little crude but he didn’t want any mixed signals especially since they’d hit it off tonight. One great dinner and some dancing did not lead to roses and joint bank account.
But holy hell, he wanted inside her. Needed to know what she’d feel like wrapped around him. He just knew she’d be responsive and vocal and that fucking flipped every single switch he had to on.
What he didn’t expect is what she did next.
“Now,” she said against his own ear and grabbed his hands, leading him through the crowd and past he group of hangers on that had been glaring at them all ni
ght. Lola ignored them, only pausing long enough to allow the security guard at the entrance to the VIP lounge to remove the velvet rope and let them pass. She walked towards the back of the seating area, past the bar and into the secluded area where the private bathroom was located. Lola opened the door and pulled him inside. He locked it behind them.
The second the lock clicked they were all about locked lips and the quick removal of the necessary clothing. Rep dove deep into her mouth with his tongue, savoring the taste of Lola and her desire, a sharp, smoky flavor. She moaned and he broke off the kiss, his own groan erupting out of his chest when her hands went to his belt and the button on his pants.
Her fingers were warm around his dick, slick with the damp from their dancing and her arousal and he fucked into them, enjoying the slide and the friction.
“Oh yes. You’re big’” she said, stroking him from tip to root. “I want that inside me.”
Rep looked around the restroom. It was nice, lush even, but the sink was one of those artistic ones that would never hold up under anyone’s weight much less anyone getting fucked as hard as he was going to take Lola.
He spun her around, gently moving her towards the wall until she pressed her palms flat against the wall, automatically spreading her legs wider.
“Good girl,” he breathed against her hair as he shoved his pants and boxer briefs down to mid thigh. He reached over to the small basket on the side of the sink and removed the condom he knew he’d find there. “God, I love VIP lounges.”
“Come on Grissom.” She pressed back against him, tossing her hair back over her shoulder as she watched him roll the condom over his length. “You reading the fine print on that thing or what?”
“For that comment, I’m going to make you wait.” Lola started to protest but she shut her up when his fingers slid under the flimsy material of her underwear and took a slow glide over her wet folds.
“Oh…” Lola’s words slid into moans and he knew he’d been right. She was vocal, loud and leaving no doubt that he was making her feel good. Her palm slapped the wall when he inserted two fingers, angling his hand so that his thumb grazed her clit with every pump in and out of her body.
“God, don’t tease,” she begged and he loved how she was unashamed to ask for what she wanted. “Rep, please.”
He wanted to keep up his delay but honestly he was the only person being tortured in his room and he was getting harder every time her tight little body grabbed onto his fingers. He was done with waiting out the storm. He was ready to jump in.
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