Oh, oh, she breathed, and it came out soft as a sigh.
You like?
She responded by rocking backward and forward, her hips rolling as she pressed her pussy harder into the firm cup of his hand. Her fingertips were gripping on to the windowsill tightly, as if she were hanging on for dear life.
At the base of his spine, a dull thudding had kicked in. The tiny triangle of skimpy fabric had to go. Pushing his fingers under it, he swallowed hard when he felt her bare pussy under his fingers. It was shaved, and his eyes flashed shut for a moment before he opened them and forced himself to focus on the view outside.
Can you see the people on the bus? His mouth was against her hair as he spoke.
Yes. There are maybe a half-dozen people in there.
He slid one finger lower, focusing her on the view outside the window as his finger moved into her hot, slick groove. Her clit was swollen, and her entire body undulated when he ran his finger over it. Can they see you?
She trembled. Yes, I expect they can oh.
His cock was painfully erect now. Imagine how intrigued theyd be, if they could see what was going on below the windowsill. He moved his finger over her swollen clit, pleasure swelling in his chest when her body responded so keenly.
The bus roared off, moving out of their line of vision.
Warren, please, she begged. Turning suddenly, she faced him. With one hand, she outlined his cock through his jeans while she kissed him. Her mouth was open and hungry, and he thrust his tongue into its welcoming heat, his hands roving her outline.
Youre driving me crazy, she said as she pulled back a moment later. Her chin lifted, head falling back as she looked up at him with wide eyes.
Everything about her suggested urgency, and that wiped out any ability he had to hold back any longer. That, my dear, is entirely mutual.
He turned her around and walked her away from the window. In the shadows by the sofa he lifted her dress and pulled it over her head and off. For a moment, her hands covered her bared breasts, then he shook his head and she let them drop to her sides.
Youre beautiful. He stood between her and the window, shielding her, staring at her breasts as he cupped and lifted them in his hands, marveling at the soft weight of them, the deliciously hard nipples. So sexy.
Too much for one man? Her chin lifted in an almost defiant gesture.
She really did like that idea. He smiled and wrapped his hand around her shoulder, thumb resting possessively in the dip of her collarbone. Whos being direct now, hmm?
She chuckled, and it was adorably naughty. That playful streak was something hed seen and wanted to explore. Maybe it would help keep their relationship light, as her friends had advised. Hed shared a girlfriend before, and it had been extremely hot. But that wasnt Anya, and Anya was special. He wanted her to be his, but to watch her as an observer as well would be fascinating, knowing that she was his woman.
Was she his?
His balls tightened and he grasped her by the shoulders as he rolled her back over the arm of the sofa and onto its length, holding her as she dropped. Laughter escaped her open mouth as her heels lifted into the air.
I cant wait another moment. Wrestling the G-string off of her, he ran his hands the length of her legs as he removed the slender stretch of fabric. With her heels in the air and her upper body and hair thrown back across the length of the sofa, she looked so elegantly wasted he wished he had a camera.
Dropping down to his knees, he hung her legs over his shoulders and kissed the mound of her pussy before sinking his tongue down into the slick honey of her slit. Every atom of his body was ready to be there, to plunge his cock into her willing warmth. Groping in his pocket he pulled out a condom packet, his tongue still moving on her clit, circling it and teasing it.
Suddenly and without warning her hands moved to the top of his head and her body rippled. He sank his tongue into her entrance as she came, the heady taste of her turning him desperate.
I have to be inside you. He tore the wrapper, rolling the condom on quickly. Her head rolled against the cushions, her breasts peaking as she fingered her nipples. He watched the way she did that, tugging on the tight nubs almost roughly. When she noticed him watching she covered her face with her arm, moaning softly as her peak faded away.
Are you ready for me, sweetheart? The head of his cock was already pressed against her hot, slick opening, but he wanted her right there with him.
Yes. She nodded urgently, shuffling back on the sofa, her knees lifting, her inner thighs locking around his hips as he moved into position.
When his cock slid home, it knocked the breath right out of him. She was so ready that he slid deep inside her, up to the hilt. The firm, silky grip of her body on his cock ratcheted the tension in his balls.
Warren, she whispered, and her hips rolled back and forth, her body swallowing his length.
The tight squeeze of her flesh around the head of his cock made him falter, and his hands snatched at her hips, holding her steady. Easy, please, he begged.
The words melted away as he plowed in and out again, his mouth pressing hungry kisses to her throat. Then he felt her high heels resting on the back of his thighs and he cursed under his breath.
With each thrust he closed on orgasm, and yet he couldnt have stopped if their lives depended on it. They were both locked into it, rutting together in a way that was borne of pent-up mutual longing. And she looked even hotter than she had in his dreams. He wished he could keep this moment forever. Youre made for sex.
She laughed softly, but he could tell she liked it.
Well, could you take another man, now, as well as me?
Her pussy clamped down hard around his cock, leaving him in no doubt that the idea worked for her. You would like that, wouldnt you? Two men wanting you, two eager cocks?
Her fingernails gripped onto his shoulders, and she turned away, facing into the cushion, her beautiful neck arching. The things you say. Youre a devil.
Dont look away, Anya. I want to know you, inside and out. His cock was compressed inside her, and the way her body moved distractedly showed him he had found her hot spot. With shallow thrusts he moved there, his cock arched inside her.
A strangled cry escaped her mouth and she got slicker by the moment. Once again she locked eyes with him, her lips parting as her hips moved in time with his. Maybe, maybe I would like it, but right now all I want is you.
He liked how that soundedso desperate and wildand he loved the need that he saw in her eyes. His floodgates were buckling under the building pressure. He had to come and soon, but he wouldnt come without her, not if it killed him. He rolled his hips again. Slick, hot juices spread down her thighs and onto his groin. She tightened on him.
Wanted this for so long, he whispered to her, so close to coming.
Oh, Warren. Her head had fallen back against the cushions on the sofa, and she panted aloud. Warren, she whispered again, on a moan of pleasure.
He lifted up on his arms.
Just one more thrust
His climax roared up inside him. For several moments, he lost contact with everything but the glorious sensation of coming, wedged so tightly inside her.
When he came through it, his breath rasped into his lungs. Anya had arched up on the sofa, her hands locked on his shoulders. Her pussy clenched and released, hot and fluid. He kissed her temple and then her cheekbone, his arms enfolding her.
Anya, he said, his voice hoarse, as he stroked her hair away from her face. Words crowded in his head, possessive, crazy words that he wanted to say to her.
Keep it light, he reminded himself.
He would. He would do whatever it took.
As far as he was concerned, this was just the beginning.
Chapter Three
A week later Warren entered the office and heard the sound of Anyas laughter
. It made him smile. Just the sound of her happiness made everything seem right in the world. It was good to be back. Hed been working with a client in Dublin for the past three days and hed missed her so much hed practically tripped himself up on the stairs, racing to get up here and see her again.
Well, here he is, the man himself. It was Lorie, the office administrator, who spoke, and she looked as if shed been waiting for him to arrive to get a good look at him. The women had been talking again, and he was the subject this time around, no doubt about it.
Anya stood by her desk, her hair tidy and secured at the back of her head. She wore a smart business suit and held an electronic notepad in one hand. The look was familiar to him, but it wasnt the look he wanted right at that moment. He wanted that elegantly wasted, satiated look that she had in their more intimate moments.
She smiled his way, her eyes lighting, and pride filled his chest.
Hey, gorgeous. He crossed over to her, resting a kiss on her cheek. It occurred to him that they should perhaps have discussed how they would act around each other at work. The last thing he wanted to do was make Anya feel uncomfortable. People knew they were seeing each other, but he hadnt thought to prepare for it. The truth of the matter was that after their first date at Fat Francos theyd spent the whole weekend in her apartment, mostly in her bed. They only went out to hunt down food. Then hed had to prepare for his business in Dublin.
He rested one hand against the small of her back as he kissed her cheek and resisted pulling her closer. Anya turned her face to his, kissing him directly on the mouth in greeting. Relieved, he squeezed her closer to him.
Good to see you. Her eyes glowed.
Anya told me all about your date, Lorie said. She had stopped working and had now folded her arms in an expression of mock chastisement. Lorie held the unofficial title of agony aunt for the office, and Warren wondered whether there was any real disapproval underlying her comment. Lorie directed her attention back to Anya. You were saying, before the man arrived?
Anya chuckled, and Warren felt for sure he was being wound up here. Dont let me interrupt. He put his hands up in surrender. He was happy just to look at Anya. Breathing deeply the scent of her perfume, he leaned up against a nearby desk, watching as the women chatted.
Anya rolled her eyes, and picked up some papers from her desk. Im just about to go in and give a presentation. Will you be around for lunch?
Yes. Well catch up then.
She looked back at Lorie. If any calls come in for me while Im in the meeting just let my voice mail pick them up. Anything urgent, I can deal with it after two.
Lorie nodded, but she kept staring at him. She did it in the most unsettling way. Warren liked Lorie. She was a caring woman and she held the office together, but he could tell she had something on her mind.
The door to the adjoining conference room opened and one of the senior executives stuck his head out. Were ready for you now.
Anya nodded, blew Warren a kiss, and headed off.
Lorie sat back in her chair, stretching. Well, now, I gather you had quite an impact on our friend.
A good impact, I hope. The scrutiny she addressed him with unsettled him. He wasnt sure he wanted to know what had been said about the date. Had he rushed her? Had he been too forthright? Women talked about these things. Lorie probably knew more about it than he did.
Lorie gave him a reassuring smile, and then glanced at the conference room door as if to make sure it was shut. Im glad we have a minute alone because I wanted to let you know that Andrews been on the phone every day while youve been in Dublin. He wants to patch things up with her.
That one small comment made him feel as if hed been punched in the gut. Warren turned away, glancing at the boardroom door where she had gone. He had spoken to her every night while hed been away, and she hadnt mentioned Andrew or the phone calls. This wasnt good.
Opening up his documents case he sought out the signed contracts he had to deliver to the head of accounts. Retrieving the file, he slotted it into the appropriate pigeonhole. Glancing back at Lorie, he realized she was still waiting for his response. Right then, he didnt think he could muster one.
I thought it was only fair that you knew, so that you can be prepared. I consider you both good friends, and I dont want either of you to get hurt.
Warren wasnt sure he wanted to thank her for the news, but he knew she meant well. He forced a smile. I appreciate it. The most important thing is that Anya is happy, whatever the outcome.
Even as he said the wordsand he meant ithe knew that he couldnt go back to being friends if she made up with her ex. The very thought of it made him feel irrational and angry. Things would never be the same. Hed have to ask for a transfer. It would be easy enough to do, but he also balked at the idea because it meant he would never see her again.
Right from the moment hed decided to go ahead and ask her out, he knew it wouldnt be easy because the odds were that she was on the rebound. It was his way to go after things he wanted, full-throttle, but he had never wanted anything as much as hed wanted Anya. Hed waited and watched until he couldnt do so any longer, even though he still wasnt sure. Thinking about it made him want to kick himself. Damn it. Hed just been starting to relax into the situation. Now he wanted to know how long he could possibly make it last. He wanted forever, and that might not happen. If Andrew was still in the picture, he needed to pull back and lighten up, fast.
Whatever time they had together, he wanted to make it special for her. He would never forget her, and he wanted their time together to be a memory she could treasure, too.
Chapter Four
Anya looked at the house on the seashore with curiosity as Warren pulled in and parked the car. The small, low-slung building looked like an artists studio, all wood and glass. There was a car in the driveway. She glanced at Warren.
Somebody lives here? He hadnt mentioned that when he said he was taking her to the Norfolk coast for the weekend.
Warren switched off the engine. No. The house is mine, a retreat and a bit of an investment. I invited a friend to join us. He paused. I told you, I intend to make all your fantasies come true.
There was a twinkle in his eye. Anyas breath hitched, before racing on. Hed informed her several times that he was serious about making her fantasies come true. In particular hed reminded her about the threesome fantasy, and hed done so in the dark and across a pillow, between rounds of passionate lovemaking. Whispered erotic scenarios that made her blood pump and her pussy wet. Anya stared over at the car, a sporty black number. Definitely a mans car. Who is it?
Warren ducked in and kissed her before he responded. When we were at Fat Francos you rued the lack of shellfish on the menu. You said your favorite meal was lobster thermidor. So I organized someone whod know how to cook it for you.
Stop teasing me.
Warren nodded in the direction of the house. A man had appeared on the wooden deck that jutted out from the door. Dark-haired and solidly built, he wore a loose-fitting pair of khaki shorts with a faded sleeveless T-shirt and deck shoes. Anya stared.
Joes a chef. Hes also an old friend, and he makes the best lobster thermidor youll ever taste, I guarantee it. He owes me some favors, so I asked him to come up here and cook it for you.
Joe, she repeated, as she looked at the man walking over to the car, wondering if a well-prepared lobster meal was the only fantasy Warren intended to realize. The bloke was all polished muscles and tanned skin, and he looked more like a surfer or a male model than a chef.
I told you, I want to make all your fantasies come true. He reached across to open her seat belt just as the other guy, Joe, opened her car door from the outside. There wasnt time to say anything else, but when she caught Warrens eye, he flickered his eyebrows at her.
Anya barely had time to gather h
erself before her hand was taken in Joes firm, warm grasp as he helped her from the car. She found herself staring into dark brown eyes that held a mischievous look.
Youre just as sexy as Warren said you were. He drew her hand to his mouth and kissed it. It was a charming gesture, and thattogether with his bad-boy stance and the raw sex appealmade for a dangerously inviting package. Warren appeared at his side, taller and more maverick in his good looks, his eyes filled with secret knowledge.
Why, thank you, she responded, but you have the advantage. I wish Warren had told me about you. Her eyebrows lifted as she glanced over at Warren.
Warren shrugged. I thought you might enjoy the surprise.
Oh, yes, she was enjoying it all right, and so was he. She could tell.
Ill get your bags, Joe said, heading to the back of the car.
Well, do you find him attractive? Warren asked under his breath, when Joe moved out of earshot.
Warren!
He laughed, and then smacked her bottom playfully.
Direct wasnt the word. One question, she whispered back, as they followed Joe into the house.
What?
If you told him all about me, does he know you know?
Know what?
Stop teasing me, Warren. The other thing. Her face burned. The threesome thing.
Warren chuckled. No, not at all. Im sure hell be up for it, if you are. The important thing is that you and I trust each other, and that means Im not going to say anything until I know he fits your requirements.
Requirements? Heat washed over her as her arousal grew. She glanced at Joes back and the solid muscles that flexed easily as he carried their bags into the house, and any embarrassment she felt was short-lived. This was too enticing. She had to pull herself togetherand fastbecause she wanted to be ready for whatever happened. You set this up, didnt you?
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