by Shell, C.
As another song begins, I finally give into the pain shooting though my feet from my too tight shoes. Pulling Daemon down, I whisper in his ear so he can hear me over the music," I need to sit this one out, my feet are protesting my choice in shoes."
Nodding his understanding he surprises me by sweeping me up in his arms and carrying me off the dance floor. Noticing the open mouth gasps and wandering eyes I instinctively hide my face into his chest, embarrassed by his brazen display.
"Daemon put me down. People are staring." I hiss.
"Hush Kelly," he demands. "I don't need you hobbling around hurting yourself more than you already have. You shouldn't wear shoes that hurt your feet," he grumbles unhappily.
What the hell? He has to be joking. Mentally shaking my head, I stare up at him wondering why he sounds irritated with me. Pushing against his chest, I try to disentangle myself from his arms, but his hands grip around me tighter, not giving me an inch of reprieve.
Walking us out of the main room and down a long hallway, Daemon carries me into what appears to be a large sitting room and places me gently down on a plush leather couch. Taking a seat beside me he twists me around so I am facing him while pulling my legs up and across his lap. I want to ask what he is doing, but the words get lodged in my throat when I feel his touch.
His fingers skim down my legs, setting all my nerve endings on fire. Reaching my feet, he stops, and traces small circles around my tender ankles. His touch is pure heaven. I watch in awe as he makes work at slipping off my gold sling-back stilettos, carefully setting them down beside him on the hardwood floor before turning his attention back to my achy feet.
A small moan escapes my mouth the moment his fingers begin kneading the balls of my feet. His fingers are magical. Besides my mom and the occasional masseuse, I have never had anyone else massage my feet. Having him tend to me feels intimate. Part of me wants to tell him to stop and the other part, the more dominant part of me, is relishing in his touch and attention. This could be addicting.
"You have the prettiest feet. They are so dainty and slim. Perfect," Daemon murmurs, as his fingers continue to dig into my arches, causing me to squirm.
Feeling the effects of the champagne my mouth filter fails and I say exactly what is on my mind. "You have magical fingers. This is almost better then sex." This is exactly why I don't have drinks with my friends during work hours. I suck at holding my liquor and it goes straight to my head.
Daemon laughs, dragging his fingers higher up my legs and begins rubbing my calves. "You obviously had not had the greatest of lovers if you think this could ever compete with sex, Kelly."
Is he asking or just being observant? I can't tell so I just ignore him and try and think of something else to talk about, but my mind is drawing a blank. All I can think about is the feeling of his fingers caressing my skin. They feel so warm and strong. Knowing this is wrong on many levels and could potentially get me fired, I sit up with the intention of putting my shoes back on and heading back to the party. I am not sure how long we have been gone, but I am sure Sasha and Tony are wandering where I am by now.
As I reach over to retrieve my shoes, Daemon slips his hand behind my neck and pulls my face up to his own. My breath hitches at the intensity in his eyes and for the life of me I can't seem to look away.
"I am going to kiss you now, Kelly," he says, his breath teasing against my lips as he speaks.
I don't trust myself to speak so I just nod my understanding and acceptance. His lips twitch up at the corner in a sexy smirk right before he leans in towards me and they capture mine. I am not new to being kissed, obviously, but all the kisses I have had could not add up to the way Daemon kisses me. His lips dominate mine, licking, nipping, and teasing me senseless. Needing more I open to him, giving him access, and accepting anything he gives me in return.
Gripping my waist he pulls me hard across his lap, tucking my legs around his waist so that I am now straddling him. My core tightens and my body becomes overheated as I feel his cock hardening under me. Fuck, he feels so good.
Grabbing a handful of my hair, he pulls my head back down and grinds his lips against mine, kissing me hungrily. His tongue fights with my own and making me hungry for more as I pant with need. Our kiss goes on forever leaving me breathless and lightheaded.
His hands move up and down my body, touching me everywhere and lighting me on fire. I have never felt this alive and needy before, and I love it. I don't ever want this feeling to end. Pulling me tighter against him, he pushes his stiff cock against me. I moan loudly in response, not caring if anyone hears me.
This is exactly what I have been missing in my life. It scares and thrills me all at once. I break our kiss, turning my head into his neck so he won't see the tears welling up in my eyes. Leave it to me to tear up while having the best experience of my life. The tears are happy tears, not sadness. Well, maybe a little bit of sadness, but only because I can't help but wonder if Gary and I would still be together if we had an inkling of the passion and heat that is between Daemon and I right now. How is it that a man that so far has done a great job at pissing me off and knows practically nothing about me can make me fall apart in his arms and yet, the man I loved for many years and planned my future with could barely make me cum?
Pushing my negative thoughts to the back of my mind, I zero my attention back towards Daemon. I sigh with relief and anticipation as his magical fingers travel up my thighs toward my soaked panties. His fingers skim the band of my thong teasingly before finally dipping underneath and stroking lightly across my heated skin. I let out a whimpering sigh, wanting and needing more, but not sure how to ask for it.
"You are so fucking wet for me, baby," he growls between gritted teeth. Dipping two fingers into my wet channel, he whispers against my neck, "I can't wait to sink into you and have your warm pussy wrapped around my hard cock."
Between his teasing fingers and dirty promises, my body arches under his assault. I rock against his hand while entangling my own in his hair, pulling his head back enough for my lips to capture his own. Our kiss is primal and raw, taking what we need as our tongues fight for control.
Dropping a hand down between us, I wrap my hand around his stiff cock through his pants. Daemon hisses out through his teeth as I start stroking him slowly while taking a mental inventory on his long length and solid girth.
I can feel the pressure within me building. I push down on his fingers, riding them for all their worth. My release is so close. I just need a bit more to find fall over. Just when I think I am about to explode, the silence around us is shattered and everything comes to a screeching stop.
"Kelly!"
"Oh Shit!" I loud whisper, panic filling my lungs. "That is Sasha," I whisper as I clamber to get off his lap. I let out a long line of curse words while straightening my dress and hair. I wonder if anyone can tell by just one look at me that I just had my hot client's hand up my dress and came close to cumming all over his magical fingers? The thought makes me giggle.
I am so screwed. I should have never let things get so far. If Cherie ever finds out I have been fraternizing with a client I will be sacked immediately. I have worked too hard to let one man with magical fingers mess that up.
Daemon looks pissed as he stands and re-adjusts his clothing, re-buttoning his jacket over the rigid hard-on pushing against his pants. I am not sure if he is mad at me or the blue balls that he will be sporting tonight. Knowing his reputation, I am sure he will find another willing woman to ease his discomfort. Mentally picturing him with his hands all over another woman, makes me physically cringe, which is silly because I am nothing to Daemon. Just another warm body to fill up his empty time with.
Hearing Sasha's voice getting closer, I panic knowing I need to get out of this room and as far away from Daemon as possible. Before I make my escape I turn towards him, knowing I need to say something, but not sure what the right words are. Thanks for the best near orgasm, Thanks for making me fall apart in your arms, Thank
s for making me feel sexy again? Somehow none of those seem appropriate or come close to what we just shared.
Daemon is too dangerous for me. Not just because of work, but because he is a love'em and leave'em guy. He would be detrimental to my heart. "Thanks for ...whatever this was tonight," I say with a wave of my hand. "But, you have to know we can't ever do this again. I am sorry, I never should have let things get as far as they did." I want to add that I don't regret it, but the words get struck in my throat when I look up into his lethal glare.
"And why is that?" he demands, brows furrowed and jaw clenched. His body is coiled tight, reminding me of a snake ready to strike. Does that make me his prey?
My eyes wash over him before I answer. He looks dangerous as he leans precariously against the wall, his muscles taunt and straining against the fabric of his shirt. He is obviously not happy with my departing choice of words, which confuses me all over again.
"Because, we have a working relationship together and I could lose my job if Cherie or any of my co-workers ever found out about us." I hiss back, my voice edged with irritation. "I have worked very hard to get where I am Mr. Scott and as much fun as it was being your plaything for the night, I won't throw away my job and reputation for an orgasm, no matter how amazing it might be."
He lets out a harsh laugh that does nothing to ease my frazzled nerves. Daemon begins to stalk towards me with a scowl lining his face. For every step he takes, I take one step back until I hit the wall behind me.
"Shit," I bark out, realizing I have made a grave mistake and backed myself into a corner with no way out. I should be frightened, but instead the thought of being captured by him turns me on.
Standing in front me, he leans forward placing both of his hands against the wall on either side of my head, caging me in. My breath hitches, not from fear, but with anticipation. I want him to kiss me, touch me, own me.
His body presses down the length of mine, grinding his tented crotch against my softness and pulling a moan from my lips. Pulling a hand away from the wall, he cups my jaw, tilting my head up. His eyes cut right through me. They are the deepest shade of green. They are fierce and hard, but I can see desire swirling in their depths also. Desire for me.
Without warning his mouth descends on mine. The kiss is anything but sweet. It is raw, primal and bit painful, but exactly what I want. What I need. Our tongues lash together driving my arousal higher. His body presses firmer into mine, sending shivers down my spine and making me whimper with need. No matter how close he gets, it is not enough. I need more, I need it all. My body aches and tingles wanting him deep inside of me. With every touch he strokes my flame and sets my body ablaze.
His hand snakes down my body and under the hem of my dress. I writhe as his fingers gently stroke my skin, slowly inching up closer and closer to my weeping slit. His fingers feel hot against my skin as they caress and tease me at the same time. I am panting loudly. His mouth eats up the whimpers and moans escaping my mouth, as his thumb brushes over my hard nub. Sparks radiate throughout my body. This is both heaven and hell as I teeter close the edge, loving the pleasure coercing though me, but needing more to fall.
"Please...Daemon," I beg shamelessly; as my inhibitions leave me. "I need to cum, please let cum."
"My Tulip," he murmurs, licking and sucking the sensitive spot on my neck. "My sweet beautiful, Tulip."
Tulip? I try and question the odd endearing pet name, but the words come out mumbled and die on my lips as he plunges two fingers inside me. My hips automatically rock against them, pulling him deeper and deeper inside of me, seeking the release I need.
As if knowing exactly what I need, he twists his magical fingers inside me once more and my body shatters. My core walls tighten around his fingers as his mouth devours the sounds escaping my mouth. When my climax finally dies down, I became instantly aware of our surroundings and the fact that I have not heard Sasha call my name out for some time.
I am not sure how long we have been in here, but the last time I heard her she was not far away. I hope to all that is holy that she did not hear us or worse, saw us while we were groping each other like horny teenagers. That is one humiliation I would never be able to live down. I can just imagine the endless line of jabs and jokes she and Tony would bestow upon me.
Removing his hand, Daemon helps me as I try once again to right my clothing. I suddenly feel really shy, which is ludicrous considering what we just did. I can't bring myself to look at him. How in the world am I going to work with him after this? I am so stupid.
"I...I..." I stutter. "I have to go and find Sasha." I say pushing past him and heading towards the door with purpose.
He doesn't put up any resistance and lets me pass. As I start to leave the room he calls out to me. "I will let you run away this one time Kelly, but make no mistake this is your only free pass. See you soon, my Tulip."
Refusing to turn around and spend any more time with Daemon then I already have, I dart out the room and down the long hallway, running as thought the devil himself is on my tail. In a way he is.
Chapter 5
"Stop laughing," I half shout into the phone. "I don't know why I am friends with you. You are mean with a sick since of humor," I huff, but Sasha is laughing so hard I don't think she can even hear me.
"You love me, so shut up and just be glad I kept my mouth shut and never told Tony what I saw."
"Sorry," I sigh. "And in case I forgot to say earlier, thanks for keeping that bit of information to yourself."
"No problem," she giggles. I think she is finally ready to move on from my humiliation, but no, she was only getting started. "So, I have to know. Is his cock as big as his ego, or bigger?"
"Enough, Sasha. I mean it. Please stop!"
Noticing my growing irritation, Sasha tries unsuccessfully to curb her antics and catch her breath before speaking again. "I am sorry love, but you shocked me which is not easy to do. I never imagined that I would find you up against the wall getting the royal treatment from Mr. Money bags when I went looking for you. Tony and I were worried and thought you got sick from too much champagne," she says releasing a few more giggles.
I groan, moving the phone onto my other ear so I can pull my cheese pizza out of the oven without burning myself. My stomach growls hungrily, as I open the oven door and the smell of garlic and mozzarella cheese hits my nose. Pulling the pizza out and placing it on top of the counter, I shift through my drawers until I find my pizza cutter. I make quick work slicing through it and place several pieces onto a plate to cool.
"It was not what I expected either, but what can I say. It happened and now I have to deal with the fallout."
"Don't do that," Sasha snaps back.
"Do what?" I ask defensively. Taking my plate of food and a cold coke out of the refrigerator I walk into the living room and take a seat on the couch. I re-arrange my pillows and get comfy, knowing this conversation is long from being over. I have a bad feeling that I am not going to like what she is about to say.
"I love you more than anything, but you are so infuriating sometimes. Stop being a chicken shit and own up to the fact that that man wanted you. Embrace it and don't run from it. He might not be the happy ever after you are looking for, but he could be your right now." I can tell she is irritated and wants to say more, but luckily stops there.
Twirling a lone piece of hair that fell out of my messy bun, I think over her words and wish I had a sliver of her courage. The truth is it wouldn't matter if I did or not. We are now working together and what happened last night can never happen again. I will not compromise my job or professionalism again.
Giving a helpless sigh, I shake my head in frustration. "Sasha, if he was anyone else I would, but he's not. He is a man with a known reputation for one night stands that would crush my heart. Even if I could keep it strictly sex, I would be placing my job on the line and that is too much of a bargaining chip for me. Sorry girl, but I have to let this one go and keep looking for Mr. Right not Mr. Ri
ght Now."
Hearing her mumble in defeat, I relax and change the subject to something lighter and less depressing. We talk for several more minutes about work, her brother, and a few other safe topics, before we hang up so she can get back to studying for a case she is working on.
Taking my empty plate back to the kitchen I wash it off and place it in the dishwasher. I need to find something to keep me busy and my mind off of a certain tall, magic fingered Adonis. Not that I would ever admit it out-loud, but no matter what I do, the memory of last night keeps creeping into my mind.
What bothers me most is that it is not only the orgasmic parts of him that keep plaguing me. I'm embarrassed to admit that I slept with the dress I wore last night on the pillow next to me. The dress is covered in his masculine scent and for some odd reason the scent of him soothes me. I slept better last night than I have in years. Yep, it is official. I have lost my mind and need to join a support group for laundry sniffers.
Shaking my head I try and deter my thoughts. Thoughts like those will lead to no good. Running into my room I start searching through my drawers until I find my favorite black yoga pants and pink striped sports top. Once dressed, I pull on a pair of sock and running shoes before grabbing few more essentials. With my keys, phone, water bottle and purse in hand, I lock up the house before heading outside to my little red car.
The Texas humidity hits me like a Mack truck the moment I walk out onto my porch. Wiping at the sweat already beading on my brow, I jump into my car, start it up and turn the a/c on high. No matter how long you live in Texas, you never get used to the heat. My grandmother used to always say she loved Texas because she could sweat better than she could shiver. I must have skipped that gene, because I will take cold weather any day over this insufferable heat.
As my car starts to cool off, I crank the radio up loud and take off down the road while singing my lungs out to Brittany Spear's song Womanizer. With the traffic light for a Saturday, it does not take me long to pull up outside of Box it out.