Torrid Love - Caught!

by Lorie O'Clare

  She was more than just another accountant in his office. He had worked with Roxanne so that she responded to him, no matter his request. Of course, he had kept his requests work-related, but she answered to him and him only.

  But working side by side with an incredibly beautiful woman had its drawbacks. Not many men would sympathize with him, but Jordan knew that more than once Roxanne had prevented him from being as efficient as he could have been had the woman not distracted his thoughts.

  Just thinking about her made him harder than any other woman ever had. And he’d fantasized more than once about her submitting to sexual requests just as she did work-related ones. The thought of her on her knees in front of him, while he stood over her, stroking her hair, and feeling that hot mouth close over his cock, just about made him explode like a teenage boy.

  Roxanne wasn’t the tallest of women, but she liked wearing heels, which not only added height, but helped display legs that were made to wrap around a man. They were long and thin, curving perfectly at the calf. Her ass had a shape to it that Jordan liked, firm and not too round. And her waist was narrow enough that he was sure he could wrap his hands around it.

  But he had to admit that he was a breast man, and Roxanne had a pair on her that could stop traffic. She liked wearing those one-piece dresses that clung to her in such a way that more than once he had a perfect outline of those shapely breasts. He bet she had large nipples too.

  Jordan pulled his phone from his pocket when he felt it vibrate. He gave his head a quick shake to get tits off the brain and glanced at the small, black cellular phone.

  “You can wait,” he said, as he stared at the glowing box displaying the home number of one of his executives.

  Jordan had heard that the man planned to invite him to dinner—suck up, he thought with a scowl.

  “Tonight’s dinner will be my treat.” Jordan smiled, possibly for the first time that day.

  Yes, the time had come to put the matters of business for the day to rest. He didn’t allow himself much social time, but after working this hard with Roxanne to prepare for their client, he had one thing on his mind. That hot little secretary of his needed a break too, and he knew just how to help her relax.

  He drove his car through the dark parking lot toward the building where she waited for him.

  Roxanne stood inside the doors, alone in the lobby, and probably the only one left in the twelve-story office building. Sane people left work a lot earlier than this.

  She let her gaze fall out of focus as she stared through the blurred glass into the darkness and watched Jordan disappear. A flash of lightning, followed by a quick clap of thunder, brought her to attention, and she grew aware of every sound around her.

  Roxanne turned quickly when a tapping noise sounded, only to scan the empty lobby cast with long shadows. She surveyed the large open area, her surroundings familiar. Well waxed tiles on the floor glistened with every flash of lightning, and the high ceiling made the thunder echo. With a sigh, she turned to face the doors and wait. Once again tapping sounded behind her, and she turned again, almost tripping over her own toes.

  “Would you quit it,” she scowled to herself. “It’s nothing but pipes.”

  The sound of her own voice calmed her a bit, but her senses remained heightened, and every minute sound alerted her. She felt on edge, and blamed it on lack of sleep. The tapping sounded again, but she refused to turn this time, although prickles down her spine made her anxious to leave. Maybe she should just wait for Jordan outside.

  Roxanne pushed the handle to open the glass door. Damp air surrounded her, and at the same time she felt the toes of her pantyhose saturate with water. Rain hit her arms and soaked through the material of her dress. She hadn’t taken more than a step when headlights approached her. Roxanne frowned when she recognized Jordan’s tan Porsche, instead of her own Probe. Why the hell had he taken her keys if it wasn’t to bring her car to her?

  “Why are you standing in the rain?” Jordan exited his car and walked around, then took her arm. He slid his card through the security box, pressed the necessary buttons and escorted her back into the building. “Look at you. You’re soaked.”

  “I thought you were bringing my car to me.” Roxanne wiped rain from her face with her free hand, since she was unable to release her other arm from Jordan’s grasp. Her chin-length bangs that she had been trying to grow out forever, it seemed, stuck to her cheek, and she brushed them aside. Her mood turned sour as she realized she must look a wreck now in front of Jordan, who, although a bit damp, still looked sexy as hell.

  “I’m going to take you to dinner.” Jordan released her and stood appraising her. “But now we need to clean you up. What possessed you to stand outside?”

  Roxanne felt foolish and frustrated at the same time. It was just like Jordan to assume she would want to go to dinner with him. She had planned on taking herself home to a hot bath. Her emotions laced with aggravation at his pompous attitude, and a sense of excitement that he had thought to reward her hard work by taking her to dinner.

  “I heard something,” she mumbled, doing her best to dry herself with her hand.

  Jordan didn’t respond, and the silence grew between the two of them. Roxanne decided her actions didn’t require justifying, and straightened.

  “Why did you ask for the keys to my car, and then not bring it to me?”

  After all, her workday had ended, and now Jordan Hall was just a man, not her boss. She felt a tremble when she met his gaze, and narrowed her lips into a thin line, feeling herself grow wet, knowing she would submit to him if she didn’t stand her ground. “And why would you assume I would go to dinner with you?”

  “I would never leave you anywhere if you weren’t safe.” Jordan spoke quietly, almost a whisper, sounding so calm she blinked, momentarily forgetting her guard. “We need to get you dry before we go eat.”

  She licked her lips and wondered what it would be like to kiss this virile man. At the same time she realized he hadn’t answered her question. She didn’t need him thinking for her.

  Jordan turned, putting his hand on the back of her head, and guided them back to the elevator. His hand slid from her head to between her shoulder blades, and remained there until the doors opened on the seventh floor. Roxanne felt certain her dress dried on her backside just from the heat of his touch.

  “I can dry myself in the bathroom.” Roxanne slowed when they reached the bathrooms, but Jordan’s fingers pressed into her skin on her back, angling her beyond the restroom doors.

  They walked silently to their office, and then Jordan took her arms and backed her up against his desk, so that her rear end rested on the edge.

  “I want to dry you off.” Jordan placed his index finger under her chin, lifting her head so that he could meet her gaze. “You need to trust me.”

  Overwhelming domination swirled in those black eyes, captivating her.

  She laughed, trying to make light of the situation that had her pussy throbbing. “I’ve never had a reason not to trust you. But I’m quite capable of drying myself off.”

  You’re all alone in this building with him, and I bet if you asked him to fuck you right here, he would. Roxanne struggled to ignore the voice taunting her thoughts.

  Jordan turned as if he hadn’t heard her, slipping his overcoat onto the chair, and then opening the cabinets next to the sink.

  Roxanne remained glued to the edge of his desk, allowing herself an eyeful of the man while his back was turned. She should walk out of the office. The bathroom was the safest place for her to put herself back in order. But damn, did he make it hard for her to just walk out on him.

  His white shirt spread over a broad, muscular back, and then narrowed into his work slacks, which covered what she was sure had to be the perfect male ass. Jordan turned at that moment, and with her eyes set at the level of his ass, she found she now saw a bulge through his pants. She wondered, while quickly averting her gaze, if the fullness she had noticed was
due to the pleats in the slacks, or if he was simply very well-endowed.

  “Hold out your arms.” Jordan returned to stand in front of her with several white towels in his hands. He leaned into her slightly, placing two towels on the desk next to her, then unfolded the one he still held.

  She raised her arms, her heart pounding. Jordan never offered explanations with his instructions. But his instructions had never been on such a personal level before.

  “Like this.” Jordan took one of her wrists and stretched her arm so that it straightened parallel to her shoulder. She did the same with her other arm, her heartbeat pulsing in her pussy lips, distracting her while it swelled and moistened.

  Jordan began towel-drying her arms, caressing them gently with the towel. “The rain soaked you, didn’t it?”

  The roughness of the small towel sent chills rushing through her. And she didn’t answer right away.

  Jordan met her gaze, stroking her skin with small movements. Those black eyes captured her, captivated her, and she didn’t look away. Barely able to breathe, pressure built, making her ache for him.

  If he were to spread her legs apart, and place his mouth on that growing ache, she knew he could relieve her of so many months of pent-up sexual desire. She imagined him running his tongue over her smoothly shaved skin, and breaking the dam of desire that her battery-operated toys had failed to do.

  “If you’d stayed inside, done as you were told…” he continued, his voice a mere whisper, his face less than a foot from hers while he stroked her with the towel.

  He moved the towel, encircling her neck, drying the skin there while her body tingled like an overexposed nerve ending.

  The way he watched her, his expression relaxed, his presence overwhelming her by how close he stood, she wondered if she would ever be dry again. The more he rubbed her with that towel, the more wet she became.

  Jordan moved the towel over the top of her dress, his hand grazing over her breast.

  Roxanne jumped, squealing in surprise.

  “I think that’s enough. I feel better now, thank you,” she rushed to say, while almost tripping when she moved away from him, crossing her arms across her chest.

  “You aren’t dry.” Jordan straightened, offering her that intent look she so often noticed when he was focused on one of their accounts.

  “And I never will be at that rate,” she mumbled, but then heat rushed over her cheeks. “Umm, it’s late, and I’m tired. I think I’ll just head home now. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

  Roxanne darted for the door, feeling foolish and unable to focus her thoughts while her cunt pulsated violently with need. She hadn’t had sex for a long time. Hell, she hadn’t experienced that much foreplay in a long time. And her body screamed in protest when she forced one foot in front of the other, and marched out of his office.

  Halfway to the secretarial pool, she stopped in her tracks.

  Her keys!

  Jordan Hall had her keys, the bastard. Roxanne took a deep breath, did an about-face, and marched back into her boss’s office. He leaned against his desk in the exact spot she had been moments before, arms crossed, as if waiting for her to return. Which, of course, was exactly what he was doing. He knew he had her keys.

  She held her hand out, palm up. “My keys,” she demanded.

  He nodded to his coat, tossed over her office chair. “In my pocket,” he said.

  She studied him for a second longer. He appeared the predator, waiting for his prey to play right into his preset trap. If only she knew his game, but those dark eyes revealed nothing, just watched her without blinking. Roxanne grabbed his coat and held it by the collar as she stuffed her hand into one pocket, and then the other.

  “Jordan, where are my keys?” She sighed.

  “They’re in the inside pocket.” He still hadn’t moved.

  Roxanne took a deep breath, and reached inside his coat, searching for the pocket. Jordan pushed himself from his desk and took a step toward her. She stepped around her chair, blocking him, and at the same time holding his coat higher, feeling silly when she used it to shield herself. He stopped and crossed his arms.

  “Do you think I’m going to attack you?” He sounded amused.

  Damn the man to hell for making her want him so desperately.

  “I know you’re not.”

  She pulled her keys free and draped his coat over her chair. Could Jordan tell how sexually aroused she was? Her nipples were hardened peaks, and her pantyhose were soaked next to her pussy. She was as wet there as her toes were from the rain.

  Although her heart pounded from nerves while she watched her boss warily, Roxanne knew one thing beyond a shadow of doubt. She did trust him. After two years of working with the man, she knew he was fair, and that he could be kind. Jordan had plotted an agenda, and she could guess his attempts to dry her had aroused him as much as it had her. But Roxanne knew that Jordan wouldn’t do anything to her without her wanting it. And, oh baby, did her body want it. Damn.

  “Good night, Jordan.” Roxanne slipped her keys into her purse and turned again to leave his office.

  “You won’t get scared again walking through the building alone?” His tone offered a quiet challenge, making her breath catch in her throat.

  She almost stumbled in the doorway, but managed to maintain her composure and headed again toward the elevator.

  “I’ll be fine,” she called out, and kept walking.

  She hadn’t made it to the secretarial pool when the lights on the floor went out. Roxanne stopped in her tracks while her eyes adjusted.

  “Jordan?” she called, although she knew he had simply turned them out since they were both leaving the floor.

  But Jordan didn’t respond.

  Roxanne steadied herself by reaching for Dorothy, the receptionist’s, desk. Her eyes adjusted and she glanced at the row of cubicles, then back toward the hallway where the executive offices were. She didn’t see Jordan approach, and she continued to stand, not moving, once again listening to every sound in the building. This time the pipes remained silent. She was surrounded by a quiet darkness charged with sexual energy. Where was Jordan?

  Roxanne stepped toward the elevator, looking over her shoulder, wondering where in the hell he was, while her cum-soaked pantyhose dampened her inner thighs.

  She reached for the elevator button, which glowed in the surrounding darkness, and shrieked as long fingers encircled her wrist.

  “I want to take you to dinner,” Jordan whispered in her ear.

  Every inch of Roxanne’s backside turned to gooseflesh as nerve endings exploded. Jordan’s body pushed up against her, and the hardness of him pressed against the upper part of her ass. She sucked in air, trying to think of a response, but she couldn’t think of anything coy to say.

  The only thing that popped into her head was that she wanted him for dinner, but she sure as hell wasn’t going to say that. She struggled for balance in her heels, while her mind focused on the thick, long, hard-as-a-rock shaft pressed against her, fogging her senses with lust.

  Jordan loosened his grip on her wrist then slid his hand up her arm until he cupped her neck. Taking her chin, he turned her head and she moved her body of her own accord, until he had her facing him.

  Still holding her by her chin, his black eyes studied her, and then his gaze lowered to her lips. When his mouth lowered over hers, she felt his heat before tasting it. But when the tips of their tongues touched, white sparks exploded behind her closed eyes, and the explosion trickled down through her body, making her knees tremble.

  “Jordan,” she gasped into his mouth.

  He pushed her up against the wall next to the elevator.

  “Do you realize how beautiful you are?” he whispered, dropping to his knees in front of her.

  Roxanne opened her mouth to talk, but couldn’t manage to utter a word. His hands gripped her outer thighs, his touch strong and so damned hot. She placed her palms on the wall behind her, needing to hold on to something s
olid before she melted into a puddle of lust at his feet. The cool wallpaper behind her back did nothing to calm her fiery nerves.

  Jordan slid his fingers under her dress, gliding his touch up either side of her. He raised her dress slowly, entranced with the view that appeared before him. The scent of her desire made him mad with need, his cock suddenly throbbing like a caged animal, demanding its freedom.

  Gripping the top of her pantyhose, he eased them down her thighs, her dress falling once again to conceal from him a perfect view of her exposed pussy.

  His brain was on fire. Her skin was so damned smooth under her hose, her legs perfectly shaped, trim and firm. If he continued to torture himself like this he would lose all sense of reality. She wasn’t going to fight him, and he wouldn’t take her by force. But if he didn’t focus, he would get too rough. Roxanne was willing, but skittish. Moving too fast would ruin it for both of them.

  Taking each of her feet delicately in his hands, he removed her sandals, and then her hose. Red polish on her toenails flattered her feet nicely. He cupped her ankles, and then slowly glided his hands back up her legs.

  Standing took more effort than he’d guessed. Blood pumped through his veins, surging toward his dick. Thinking became an annoying task. But he had to focus, keep his attention on pleasing Roxanne. Too many nights he’d lay thinking about her, and now was the time to make his intentions clear.

  He straightened, seeing how her desire flushed her cheeks, made her dark orbs burn with passion. There was no way he could look away, but at the same time, his cock needed freedom.

  Roxanne slid her fingers over the feverish throb between her legs, trying to rub the ache into some form of mild submission while watching Jordan free his cock from his pants. She couldn’t stop her mouth from opening when the thick, swollen member appeared in the dim light that barely flooded in through the glass doors leading to the hallway.

  “Oh dear Lord,” she gasped, and then felt heat burn her cheeks while embarrassment rushed through her.