by Kenzie Mack
She giggled and removed her hand holding her laughter back. “Sorry. I’m super ticklish.” She lowered her arms. “I didn’t mean to ruin that sexy thing you were doing, but when your fingers ran over my ribs…” She hitched a shoulder.
The tension marring Constantine’s handsome face dissolved. He extended his hands. She took them, clasping their fingers and enjoying the solid bulk of his much bigger digits. If his fingers were this thick, how big was his penis? Oh, she wanted to find out in the worst way.
He pulled her close and tilted his head. “I can’t wait another second to taste those sexy lips.”
His mouth met hers and the warmth of him drew her like a flower to the sun. His tongue traced her lip where his thumb had a few moments ago, and she opened to let him in.
Their tongues slid together in a promise of many delicious touches to come. He definitely had a slight hint of chocolate on his breath. She couldn’t ask for a yummier first kiss.
Their bodies pressed together and his much-bigger-than-a-finger appendage rubbed against her stomach. The image of riding him, cow-girl style, caused her to moan. The sound filled her ears and she pulled away.
“I’m not the kind of girl who does things like this,” she said, her voice strained low with desire. “I don’t fool around until I’m in a committed relationship. But…”
“I want you, Chloe. More than you’ll ever know. But we can stop. Or continue. Whatever you want.” He slid into his office chair. A second later, he pushed everything on the mahogany surface to one side. “Please, sit.”
“On your desk?” The break in contact helped her regain some focus. She came here tonight for seduction. Instead, she extinguished a super-hot kiss and started babbling.
This wasn’t a date. This wasn’t a relationship. This was a hot, dirty, sexual encounter.
Just one night with the most sensual man she’d ever met.
“Please sit and we can talk. Or not talk.” The usual silk of his voice became husky. “You are in charge.”
Was he as turned on as she was?
Her knees rubbed against his when she moved between him and the desk. The slight touch made her shiver. To conceal the shudder, she hopped onto the smooth surface and pulled her hem an inch lower. The fabric slid back. Hands clasped in her lap, she peered at Constantine. How could she be in charge? She didn’t know the first thing about being bad.
Constantine reclined in the expensive leather office chair, his limbs relaxed and casual. For all she knew, he had a different woman on his desk for freaky misbehavior every night.
His sensual gaze traveled from her twitchy fingers to her throat and upward until he paused on her mouth. He leaned forward, his face closer, but not in touching distance. “No other woman has ever been in my office for pleasure.”
Was he reading her mind?
“But I’ve fantasized about you on my desk.” His lust-filled gaze dropped to her knees. “Please set your purse aside.”
She did as he asked.
“In my daydreams, your legs are always open.”
This was it. Her opportunity to move off script. Go with the flow. Be a bad girl.
She swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry. Her insides thrummed with anticipation. His voice alone caused her girl parts to moisten. She wanted him. But she couldn’t move. Her vision darted from her frozen knees to Constantine’s smoldering gaze in a silent plea for assistance. Being bad wasn’t as easy as she’d expected.
He grasped her knees. His warm touch unlocked her muscles and he spread her thighs for an uninterrupted view of her micro-thong.
Her sweater dress became an official sweater shirt, riding above her hips. Her white thong barely covered her clit at the start of the night. Now, who knew? She was wet enough to leave a puddle.
Constantine caressed her thighs. “You are perfect.”
She took a breath, realizing she’d been holding it. His touch sent tingles of yearning to her core. The longing in his expression made her almost believe him.
“Would you be comfortable lying back?”
Her mouth opened. No sound came out. He must think she was totally inept. And of course, he’d be right. Every previous sexual act she’d ever had happened in the dark and under a sheet. Spread eagle on a desk did not enter her wheelhouse.
“I always imagine you reclining. Relaxed. Open.” Constantine’s deep voice strained and he pulled his hands away. “If you show me what gives you pleasure, I’ll be able to satisfy you. I want to please you.”
“Yes,” she said, nodding. Being horizontal would mean she could avoid eye contact. Hide her inexperience. “But it’s not all about me. I want to make you feel good.”
“Your being here excites me.” He stood and cradled the back of her head until it found the wooden surface. “Can’t you feel my desire?”
He pressed her hand against his hard-on.
“Oh, yeah,” she said, her eyebrows rising. “You are definitely excited.”
She’d never touched such an engorged organ. Not only would he fill every inch of her, he’d likely give her the completion no other man had ever achieved.
The chair made a slight sound when he sat. Without his strong touch, her nerves got the better of her. How could she masturbate with an audience? “Maybe…”
He took her ankles and lifted her feet, her two-inch heels resting on the surface of his desk.
The position made her feel as if she were about to have her yearly GY exam.
A kiss landed on her ankle. Then another on her calf. His tongue trailed a path along her inner thigh.
Nothing like this had ever occurred at the doctor’s office. She relaxed and allowed his lips and tongue to chase away her awkward insecurities. This was the naughtiest behavior she’d ever participated in.
And she liked it. He made her want to expose portions of her inner fantasy life that no man had ever breached.
“Show me,” Constantine whispered, his breath fluttering over her opening. “Show me what you like, Chloe.”
She felt naughty. Beautiful. Desired.
Her fingers slid to her mound and slowly worked on the area above her clit that caused delightful pressure. When the tension increased, her thigh muscles tightened.
She touched lower, running the pad of her finger through her wetness and then circling her swollen clit. Her breathing became jagged. His moan of approval spurred her excitement to a peak. An orgasm grew near, but she didn’t want to climax like this. She wanted to experience ecstasy with a man inside of her.
And not just any man. The hot, sensual man coaching her into letting go.
She paused and propped on an elbow to peek at Constantine.
His pants were open and above the waistband he stroked the biggest, most picture-perfect cock she’d ever seen.
“I want you,” she said, her tone demanding. “Now.”
His hand dropped and he stood. Pants and boxers pooled to the floor. A small foil package rested in his palm. He opened it and rolled the condom over his amazing penis. “As the lady wishes.”
Strong fingers gripped her hips and he slid her forward to meet him. The tip of his dick teased her slick labia while his hands moved under her sweater to caress her breasts. A second later, the material was yanked over her head and flung out of sight.
“This is close, but not enough. I want you naked.” He removed her thong. “Better, but that bra has to go.”
She undid the front clasp of her strapless under garment. The last of her inhibitions fled with the loss of her brassiere.
“This is how you should always be.” His words rumbled.
“I think that’s illegal,” she said, her tone teasing. A giggle erupted. Giddiness, from her new sexual freedom, surged.
Her rules for dating were shattered on the floor. She lay naked in a strange man’s office on top of his large mahogany desk.
This encounter rated twenty-five on a scale of one to ten in sexy debauchery. Why had she lived complacent with reaching only a two all the
se years?
“With you,” she said, pinching her nipples and arching into the sensation, “I’d happily break every rule.”
She was bad. Totally bad. A good girl gone bad.
And she was not turning back.
Chapter Nine
Constantine took in the glorious sight of the nude woman on his desk. Her pale-blue eyes held mysteries he wanted to discover. His wildest fantasies didn’t compare the beautiful reality of her body. Small, perky breasts and slim hips offered perfect handfuls of soft flesh. The manicured strip of dark hair above her wet and waiting pussy were sights to be worshipped.
He couldn’t wait to taste her. And yet, her shy tentative movements and inability to fully relax piqued his curiosity. Could she truly be as inexperienced as her awkward fidgeting indicated?
“Chloe.” Her name passed through his lips like a kiss. “Haven’t you ever pleasured yourself in front of a lover before?”
A pale-pink blush started at her chest and spread up her neck. One small hand fluttered to her shoulder before reaching higher to push a few strands of hair behind her cute little ear. Her teeth nibbled on her bottom lip.
Going still, she blew out a sigh. “I don’t want to turn you off.” Her striking gaze darted to his and then onto the overhead light fixture. “But I’m not usually, um, this adventurous.”
“There’s nothing wrong with that.” He slid the tip of his cock between the slick lips of her pussy. “You intrigue me.”
A soft moan indicated her pleasure at his movements.
He leaned forward and tweaked her nipples, pinching them lightly between his thumbs and index fingers. The action caused her to gasp a quick breath. Her tongue moistened her rosy lips.
“Please,” she whispered. “I need you inside—”
A quick thrust slid him partially into her wet heat. The tight muscles of her inner walls offered resistance. Exquisite, tight resistance. He pulled out and she frowned.
He chuckled. “Oh, yeah, I want to drive in you hard and deep.” His voice rumbled deeper than normal. “But I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Hurt me.”
Fire burned in her eyes, turning the light blue into a molten supernova on the verge of exploding. Her chest rose and fell with each breath and her fingers gripped the edge of the desk. She squirmed, hitching her legs around his waist and trying to spear him with her sweetness.
“Hold on,” he said, steadying her hips and using pure willpower to keep her from succeeding. “I want to work you back to your peak first.”
He lowered to his knees and went in for a taste. Her delicious musky flavor caused his cock to harden further. The light tang of her pussy when he plunged his tongue inside spurred his lust. Fingers stroking her in the same spots she’d preferred earlier had her pushing against him for more.
When her moans reached a new level, he held steady, forcing her over the edge of ecstasy. Before her cries of pleasure eased, he slid his cock into her spasming center. His thrusts came harder this time and he entered her fully in three strokes. The tight heat of her pushed him faster. He wanted to slow down to savor the act. But her muscles clenched and she cried out again.
The sound of her orgasm and the bliss on her face sent him over the top. He pushed inside hard. Once, twice, three more deep thrusts joined them. His balls jerked and emptied with a stream of the most intense pleasure he’d ever known.
Collapsing over her small, quivering body, he rested his head in the crook of her shoulder. They both panted and worked to regain normal breathing.
Once they’d settled, he went onto his elbows and swiped her juice from his chin. “You taste like heaven,” he said, kissing her mouth and trailing his tongue along her throat. “Being inside is unbelievable.”
“You’re pretty unbelievable yourself.”
A soft blush crept over her throat. He nuzzled into the pink skin and kissed her hard. He wanted to leave his mark. Stake a claim to this sweet, unique beauty.
She twisted to avoid the love bite.
Love bite? What was he thinking? A glance into her pale moonlit irises caused the truth to hit him like a sucker punch in the guts.
He was lost. Completely helpless from her charms.
Chloe’s innocent abandon after her initial shyness wasn’t something he could walk away from. She was special. And he wanted her.
Not for a mere sex act. Not for one office fantasy fulfilled. Not for one night.
He wanted to learn everything about her. Help her embrace her naughty side and explore her untapped sexuality. Show her what dwelled beneath his surface.
Most of all, he wanted to stare into those pale-blue eyes every night and every morning. The thought of any other man holding her sweet body under theirs caused a fierce rush of possessiveness.
He wanted her all to himself.
“Constantine,” she said, her voice more confident. “I never knew having a one-night stand could be so … liberating. Thank you for opening my mind.”
A one-night stand? His heartrate accelerated and a cold sweat broke across his brow. “This doesn’t have to be for only one—”
Her mouth rose to his and silenced him.
They kissed. A long, tender dance of tongues eagerly exploring a new love.
He wanted more.
She pulled away. “I need to get up now.”
He stood, removing his condom and wrapping it in a tissue before tossing it in the trash. By the time he zipped his pants, she stood fully dressed and finger-combed her hair.
“Thank you,” she said, her mouth puckered to one side as if she wanted to say more but couldn’t.
“This doesn’t have to last only one night.”
Her head tilted and her brow pinched in confusion. “But we’ve already done … it. There’s no foundation other than great sex to build on.”
He cupped her cheek. “Relationships have been built on much less.”
She moved away and grabbed the door handle. When it didn’t turn, she cast him a glance over her shoulder, but didn’t meet his eyes.
He was being dismissed. His stomach plunged to the floor. His lungs lost the ability to process air. His heart cracked, but he forced his feet into motion.
A flip of the door lock and there was nothing to keep her from leaving. He held open the door and she walked out. Away. Leaving him as if he meant nothing.
What was he supposed to do now?
A few quick paces took him to the two-way window. His forehead pressed against the cool surface. A silent plea for her return stuck in his throat. He followed her swift progression to her friends at the bar. She whispered something to Jill and the couple stood to go.
Chloe walked with her head held high to the front door.
She was leaving. Without a final glance in his direction. She had to know he was watching.
His chest ached. How could she affect him this deeply in such a short time?
Kyle held the door and her blonde friend stepped outside.
If Chloe left, without glancing toward the mirror, there was no hope. But if she stopped, paused for the briefest of moments, and turned in his direction. He would do whatever it took to win her heart.
Air filled his lungs and he froze. He couldn’t exhale. His heart could not pump out another beat.
She moved into the doorway of the exit. Her right foot hit the cement sidewalk. Then she paused.
Her sweet face turned and stared straight into the mirror. Into his eyes. Into his soul.
When her beautiful lips curved into a broad smile, his heart restarted. Hope bloomed. They weren’t finished.
Their story was only beginning. Whatever it took, he would win her heart.
Forever.
****
Out in the bar, he ordered a round of drinks on the house.
“And what are we celebrating?” Tyrese asked. His wise, brown eyes twinkled in a way that suggested he already knew the answer.
“Let’s drink to the future,” Constantine said, raising his n
ew favorite beverage, one of Ty’s chocolaty Mary Janes. “To endless possibilities.”
The genius bartender raised a clear glass of ice water and glanced along the chrome-topped bar to the red-headed woman Constantine had seated there earlier. “Yes, I will certainly drink to the endless possibilities of this life.”
They clinked glasses.
“By the way,” said Ty, handing him a business card. “Chloe’s friend gave me this for you.”
He flipped over the vintage car dealer’s card with Jill’s name and number. On the back, in pen, was Chloe’s name and a phone number. His nights pining for her return were over. Now he could be proactive.
Constantine pocketed the card and sipped his delightful concoction. He made a mental list of ways to romance his dream woman. Once she understood the depth of his desire for her and how serious he was about continuing their relationship, Chloe would have to admit they were good for each other. Great sex was a bonus.
But what a fabulous bonus to receive. She held him spellbound. And a life with her was the only thing that made sense.
Now, all he had to do was convince her that she couldn’t live without him.
How hard could that be?
Chapter Ten
On the car ride home, Chloe’s body tingled with residual sexual energy. She assured Jill everything was fine, allowing the couple to fall into easy banter and not notice her silence. Kyle couldn’t contain his surprise over the creative, complimentary drinks they’d received.
At her apartment, Chloe locked the door and leaned against it. Her skin still held the sizzle of her encounter with Constantine. The man moved her in ways she hadn’t known existed. He took her to the top of the pleasure palace that Jill talked about not once, but twice. Why the hell had she settled for parking on the ground floor?
A bead of sweat trickled down her back. She stripped out of the mini sweater-dress. A trip to the bathroom took care of her toiletries. She stared at her reflection in the room’s oval mirror. Memories of her wild time with Constantine practically fogged the glass.