Sudden Devotion

by Sudden Devotion [Siren Classic] (lit)

  He gave her a lazy smile and placed a small kiss on her lips.

  She smiled as she led him in. Closing the door and locking it back up, she turned to him. “I didn’t know you were coming by. Did you just get off of work?”

  “Yeah, and I’m beat.” He reached over and gave her a hug. “And, I missed you.”

  She took her hand and brought it to his face. “You look horrible. Were you staring at the computer all night?”

  He nodded. “But I needed to see you. Let’s go to bed, honey. I’m so tired.”

  Sara wrapped her arm around him and walked with him back to the bedroom. He stripped out of his clothes and plopped in bed. Curled on his side, Sara came to lie beside him. She began massaging his shoulders and neck and smiled at him when he groaned.

  “Oh, that feels so good. Did you like your flowers?”

  “I love my flowers. Now relax, and go to sleep.” She continued to massage him, lulling him to sleep, when he quickly turned over.

  Automatically, he lifted up his arm and watched her as though he was waiting for something. “Come on, honey, I’m tired.” Mitch waited.

  “What do you need?” she asked him with a look of confusion on her face.

  His arm was propped up like it was being suspended by an invisible wire.

  He rolled his eyes and kissed her forehead. “My body has already become used to feeling you against it all night. Now come here. I’m not going to be able to get a decent night’s sleep if you’re not lying against my shoulder.”

  She kissed his shoulder and nestled into his side. “Good night, Mitch.”

  “Typical woman.” He snickered, his voice fading.

  “Pardon me?”

  “It’s all your fault, you know. In a matter of days, you have become like a habit to me. I can’t even sleep without you.” He took a deep breath as his words got even quieter and harder to interpret. “Nope. No more. You’re too damn import…”

  “Mitch?” She quirked her head up and saw he had fallen asleep. “It’s okay, Mitch,” she said as she re fingers across his chest hairs. “I know the feeling.”

  Chapter Nine

  It was Friday, but it seemed more like a Monday. Murphy’s Law was in full force as anything that could have gone wrong did. While Sara had been making copies for the Jennings Arbitration, the copier had jammed. Following the instructions on the screen, she attempted to clear it but was forced to call their service company.

  Then after she had begged and pleaded with them to come out today, she was forced to listen to the copy service they had used on occasions for big trials, list all of the reasons why they wouldn’t be able to help her today. She was absolutely ready to pull her hair out. She had actually been so busy she hadn’t even had a chance to daydream about Mitch all day.

  He had worked late again last night. But, before she left the office, she had slipped him a note reminding him that he had a key. With a nod and a smile, he had mouthed the words ‘thank you’ before she left. She had a vague memory of him crawling into bed last night after one o’clock. But he had already been gone by the time she woke up. She knew he had been there, though. He had started a pot of coffee and wrote on the bathroom mirror that he missed her. She tried to be angry that he used her favorite lipstick to do it in. But the sentiment was too sweet to let it be tainted with annoyance.

  They had passed each other several times in the halls already, but he looked to be having just as rough of a day as she was. She had heard it through the grapevine that there was some last-minute discovery that a paralegal had accidentally misplaced. It was just found, causing Mitch, Larry, and two of the partners, Peter and Alan, to review it all so they could determine what was relevant to their case.

  Sara had surprised herself by not being jealous at all the time Claudia was spending in the war room with them. She had handled most of the document preparation on the Jennings case. She wasn’t one of the more experienced secretaries, so it made sense that Claudia was in there helping them prepare.

  Grabbing her purse and an armful of documents, Sara headed toward the door. The documents weren’t going to get copied and collated by themselves. She was going to have to go to a copy center. She notified one of the partners on her way out and stepped onto the elevator. It almost closed when she saw Mitch running to catch it. She reached her foot out to stop it, and he jumped on.

  Taking a deep breath, Mitch took the pile of documents from her hand and set them on the floor. Never taking his eyes off her, he slammed his fist on the emergency stop button just as he had days before.

  With an animalistic intensity in his eyes, he bore down on her, trapping her against the corner. “Two days.” He muttered the words as he lifted his hands under her skirt and quickly removed her panties.

  Sara felt herself getting instantly hot. “Mitch, what are you doing? We can’t…”

  Mitch silenced her with a kiss as he was hastily undoing his pants. “Two days. It’s been two days since I’ve felt your tight pussy clench around me. I’m dying, baby. Don’t say we can’t.”

  Without waiting for her response, he lifted her up and eased her bottom to rest on the rail that surrounded the car. He slid her skirt up and slid his fingers into her pink folds to test her readiness. He groaned when he felt how hot and wet she was.

  “Oh, Jesus, Sara. You drive me crazy.” He thrust into her. He rested his head against her forehead and stared into her eyes.

  Sara raised her hands and held his face. His eyes were bloodshot, and his beard stubble was obviously from not shaving that morning, but she saw something more endearing in his eyes. More than lust and more than desire. This wasn’t just about the act of sex anymore. Something was happening to them.

  Biting down on her lip, Sara moaned as she felt her orgasm approaching. She closed her eyes and whispered his name.

  Mitch watched her face as he thrust in and out of her. He wasn’t sure what had come over him when he saw her get on that elevator. He missed her warm body the past couple of nights. He missed the pleasure they gave each other whenever their bodies joined. When he ran out to catch the elevator with her, it wasn’t that he needed to come. It was much more primal than that.

  He had been overcome with the sudden need to claim her, to possess her in every possible way. Even though he had slept in her bed the past two nights, he couldn’t help but feel that he needed to make it clear to her how much she meant to him. He wanted her to know that he was the only man that could make her feel this good. He wanted her to know that even though he had been busy with work, she hadn’t been far from his thoughts.

  “Mitch.” Her head tossed from side to side as she met his thrusts while he rocked into her.

  With his forehead still lying against hers, he spoke in a guttural tone that sounded like it could coax a preacher’s daughter into giving up her virginity. “Sara. Open your eyes, and look at me.” He waited until the heavy-lidded eyes met his. “Do you have any idea what you do to me? You are so amazing.” He closed his eyes for a second and groaned. Still thrusting in and out of her in a sensual rhythm. “Fuck, baby. I lose my mind with you.”

  Mitch lifted his hands from her hips and held her face in his hands. He kissed her urgently before pulling away. “Damn it, Sara. You’re mine. Don’t ever forget that. You belong to me.” He stopped talking and watched her while he saw the expressions on her face change. She was seconds away from climax. “Yes! Come, baby! Come while I’m fucking your tight pussy. I want you to…ah yes!” Mitch spilled inside of her. His body convulsing as her sensitive flesh was clenching and quivering around him.

  His breath was heaving, his face buried in her hair, and he wasn’t moving. Sara seemed sure that at any moment, they would override the elevator and the doors could open. And as much as she loved what they just did, she didn’t exactly relish getting caught with her legs wrapped around him and his pants around his ankles.

  “Mitch?” She waited for him to answer her or move or something, but he just stayed there. H
is face buried in her hair, and his arms clasped tightly around her. “Mitch, are you okay?”

  She heard him laugh. Slowly, he drew away from her. “No, baby.” He laid his forehead against hers again. “I’m not okay. I miss you.”

  She smiled and placed the palm of her hand on his stubbly cheek. “You miss me? You’re still inside me. What’s there to miss?”

  His expression turned to a look of hunger. “Everything, Sara.” He kissed her. The kiss was so greedy and demanding she could barely breathe from the way he devoured her.

  Finally able to catch her breath when he moved to her neck, she asked, “Mitch, are you okay?”

  He stopped kissing her and gave her goose bumps with the glint that shimmered in his eyes. “Yeah, honey. I just…oh, Sara. You make me feel so good. No, not just the sex.” He ran his fingertips across her brow and down her cheekbone. “Sara, I…”

  “Oh, my God!” Sara jumped down from the railing as Mitch began rapidly redressing. She didn’t even have time to argue when he picked up her panties and stuck them in his pocket. The elevator began moving, and they were about to be interrupted at any second.

  They were almost to the lobby when he turned to her. “I have to work late again tonight, honey. Can I come by after?”

  She smiled at him. “You know you can.”

  * * * *

  The doors opened, and he helped her with her stack of papers. Waving goodbye as the elevators closed, he rode back up to the office wondering if fate had hindered or helped him when they were interrupted. He was about to tell Sara that he loved her. And although he knew that it was probably way too soon, he hadn’t been able to stop himself.

  Mitch walked off of the elevator and opened the glass door to the office. He walked past a group talking by the entrance as he strode back to the war room. Whistling he had a look of complete fulfillment on his face. In an office where chaos had reigned all day long, everyone stared at him as he passed. He gave off an appearance of being calm, collected and content. The opposite of everyone around him.

  He walked into the war room and sat down. With his hand in his pocket touching the damp panties, he turned to his associates. “So, let’s get this ironed out. I don’t want to be here all night. I’ve got plans.”

  * * * *

  Over an hour later, Sara walked back to the office. Luckily, the copy center had an extra box they didn’t need. The documents would have been too much for her to try and carry in her arms. A very nice man who she couldn’t see held the door for her when he saw her struggling. He followed her to the elevator and asked her which floor. She breathlessly answered “twenty two” and adjusted the box on her hip.

  “Sara, let me help you with that.” The man, who apparently knew who she was, took the box from her.

  “Patrick? Oh, my gosh. How are you?” Patrick had left the firm a couple of months before to go work in the State Attorney’s office. He was always so nice to her and not like some of the other sleazy lawyers that worked in her office.

  “I’m good. You?”

  “Great. Thanks for helping me with those. Where you heading?” she asked.

  “Twenty. Harris and Leibowitz, P.C. I’ve got a deposition staring there in about fifteen minutes. Wow!” He shook his head.

  “What?”

  “You look fantastic. I mean don’t get me wrong, you always looked good. But, something looks different about you,” he said, his smile charming.

  Sara blushed a little at his intense stare and kind words. “That’s nice of you to say.”

  Patrick turned his body to face hers and leaned against the back of the elevator. He cocked his head to one side. “Do you want to know a secret?”

  She looked at him inquisitively. “Sure.”

  “The entire time we worked together, I was dying to ask you out.”

  What! “You were?” Clearly she must have misunderstood him.

  He laughed. “Oh yeah. I had it pretty bad. I was always worried though, that if I did, one of two things would happen.”

  Her inner cat came out, and she asked him curiously, “What?”

  He adjusted the box in his arms and answered her. “Well first, I was afraid you’d say no. But then I thought that if you did, and things went well, well let’s just say, I didn’t want you to end up with the same reputation that Claudia has.”

  She thought his answer was sweet but was surprised. “I was kind of under the impression that you and her had dated.”

  “What?” He let out a hoot. “Please. I prefer a lady to whatever it is she is trying to be.” He shrugged. “Sorry. I know I shouldn’t talk bad about her. I just don’t have a lot of respect for her, that’s all.”

  “Yeah, I know the feeling.”

  They talked casually for the next few seconds and were laughing when the elevator doors opened on floor twenty-two.

  Mitch was standing there, flipping his keys up in the air as he waited to run down and grab a sandwich from the deli. Just as he dropped his keys when the door opened he saw a tall man leaning over Sara. She was laughing the same way she did when she was with him. Deep in conversation Sara didn’t realize that Mitch stood at the elevator door, or that he had clenched his hand into a fist.

  Sara turned, and her smile dissipated when she saw Mitch’s grim expression. He looked as though he was going to hit Patrick. She pushed herself off of the wall she was leaning against. “Mitch, hi. This is Patrick. He’s an attorney…”

  Mitch interrupted her with a curt response as she took the box from Patrick and walked out of the elevator. “I’m going to the deli are you hungry?”

  “No, thanks. I’ll grab something lat….”

  “I said, are you hungry?” Mitch asked her coldly.

  She was surprised by his gruff behavior. “Okay, sure. I’ll take a turkey and Swiss on sourdough. Thank you.” She hesitantly turned to Patrick. “Thanks for helping me with the box. Take care.” The doors closed as Sara sat there with a pit in her stomach the size of a watermelon.

  * * * *

  The doors closed and Mitch wasted no time before turning to Patrick. “She’s off limits.” He hiked his thumb back in indication of Sara.

  Patrick held up his hands in surrender. “Clearly. You couldn’t have made it clearer than if you lifted your leg and took a piss on her. Jesus, who the hell are you, anyway?”

  “Mitch, Sara’s boyfriend. You?” Mitch’s glare still hadn’t faltered.

  “Patrick Mooney. I used to work there until a couple of months ago. I was headed up to get to a deposition on twenty, and it looked like she needed a hand.”

  Mitch reached over and hit what was becoming his favorite new toy. The emergency stop button. “So you didn’t need to even ride up to twenty two. How very gallant of you. How many floors did you pass before you hit on her?”

  Patrick sighed and hung his head back before looking back at Mitch. “Look, I told her I liked her. That I wanted to ask her out, but that was it.” Patrick shook his head. “I get it. I lost my chance. No harm, no foul.” He laughed.

  This guy was really pissing him off. “What’s so damn funny?”

  “I thought something looked different about her. It wasn’t a physical thing, more of her overall appearance. Now I get it. She looks happy.” Patrick carefully placed his hand out to Mitch. “I’m a gentleman. I don’t hit on other men’s women. Okay?”

  Oh sure. The asshole had to turn around and be nice, typical. Mitch released the emergency stop on the elevator, and reaching out his hand, he shook Patrick’s in truce. “For the record, I wasn’t going to lift my leg and take a leak on her.”

  The door opened on twenty, and Patrick laughed. “Sure, if you say so. It’s ah, been interesting meeting you. Good day.”

  Mitch had to laugh. As much as he wanted to hate the guy for wanting his woman, he had to admit he couldn’t blame him. He knew firsthand how amazing Sara was. He knew he would have to apologize to her when he got back upstairs. He had been so overwrought with jealousy when he sa
w her laughing up at Patrick that he lost all sense of respect and how she deserves to be treated.

  Mitch walked to the deli and had just finished ordering their sandwiches when Claudia walked in behind him. She leaned up behind him and blew in his ear. Flinching, he turned and saw her. “Damn it, Claudia!”

  Claudia gave him a glare that could kill small children. Everyone in the deli had turned to look when he shouted at her. “You know, Mitch, if you continue to treat me with such disregard, I might have to get angry!”

  Mitch laughed at her. “I could give a rat’s ass if you are angry. You are nothing to me. You keep throwing yourself at me, and I’ve told you that I’m not interested. I mean, Jesus. What is your deal, anyway?”

  Her eyes turned into tiny slits as she glared at him. “I want you. That’s what my deal is.” Whispering now, she leaned closer. “I want you to fuck me on your desk like you did that little bitch.”

  “Watch it!” Mitch told her.

  Ignoring his interruption, she continued. “I want to ride you and show you what a real woman can do. And remember this, Mitch,” she said as she pointed a finger in his face, “I always get what I want. If I want you, mark my words. I’ll have you.” Then she walked away.

  “Crazy bitch.” Mitch muttered as he reached for his wallet to pay. After taking the bags to head back upstairs to the office, he knew that if Claudia didn’t start to lay off of him soon, he was going to have to report her behavior to the partners. He didn’t care if she had slept with some of them or all of them. But she’d better start leaving him the hell alone.

  Sara was typing at her desk when Mitch walked toward her with the sandwiches. She looked up and gave him a small smile.

  “Sara, are you too busy to come to my office and help me sort though some papers while I eat my sandwich?” He hoped she could see the apology in his eyes.

  “Of course. I’ll be right there.”

  “Thanks.” Mitch walked away. She didn’t look so much angry with him as she did nervous.

  Moments later, Mitch sat at his desk. At the knock on his door, he told her to come in. She did and closed the door behind her. Mitch got up from his chair and walked toward her. He placed his hands on her shoulders and dropped his forehead to rest against hers.