by Van,P. G.
“I need to go Kris.” He wrapped his arm around her waist flattening her back on his chest as they snuggled in bed.
“No, you don’t. Forget about everything else.” He kissed her shoulder from behind wanting her to stay in his arms forever.
She took his palm to her lips. “You need to leave tomorrow, and I don’t want you to miss your plane.”
“I don’t care if I miss the plane. I will take you home.” He sounded adamant, and she didn’t see her winning the argument.
“You can’t really take me home, I drove here. Remember?”
“True, you can take me to the airport after breakfast.” He laughed, and she wasn’t sure if he was serious or kidding but everything he said and everything he did made her long for him in every way.
“How old is your baby?” His lips brushed her ear as he traced the scar from her C-section with his finger.
“She is fifteen months old,” she managed to say as he planted a flurry of slow kisses on her bare shoulder.
“Where have you been all along?” His voice was muffled in her hair.
“Hiding from you, I guess.” She turned around to face him and smiled looking into the hungry eyes.
“What do you do?” He smiled.
“Nothing as interesting as you do.”
“What would you consider interesting?” he teased.
“Being a race car driver,” she laughed shaking her head.
“Oooh…that’s hot.” He brought his lips to hers teasing her swollen lower lip.
“Too bad I won’t fit into a race car,” she pouted.
“I know, you have been cursed with long sexy legs and these beautiful curves,” he said running the tip of his index finger along her bare waist.
“Do you always talk like that?” she asked unable to contain her curiosity.
“What do you mean?”
“Never mind…”
“Don’t do that, please.”
“You…the things you say would probably make any woman swoon. Is this how you talk all the time?” she looked at him expectantly.
“I speak my mind and say what I want to say,” he said coolly.
“You also do what you want to do…you are very persistent.” She looked up at him and ran her fingers in his well-trimmed beard.
“Yes, I do, but I didn’t need a lot of persistence tonight.” He laughed.
“I know, I blame this crappy night on your beard,” she teased.
“Crappy? Really?”
She laughed enjoying the disappointment in his eyes and said, “I would have climbed down the window if it were crappy.”
“You know I can fix a crappy night,” he teased brushing his lips against hers.
She moaned at the feel of his facial hair brushing against her skin and twined her fingers in his hair pulling him closer.
“What other fantasies do you have, sweetness?” he hummed against her lips making her heart palpitate.
“You...,” she gasped against his lips as his tongue slipped past her lips. She moaned when he started to run the tip of his tongue along the inner walls of her lips.
“I want to be part of all your fantasies,” he gritted digging his hardness into her.
“Kris…you are…you are my fantasy,” she panted digging her nails into his biceps.
He laughed with pride and nipped on her neck.
“Really?”
“Yes…I’ve always had a special thing for men with beards and when I saw you, I knew you were trouble.” She placed her palm over his thick hardness and felt the familiar throb. She had felt the throbbing inside her earlier that night, and it felt very much a part of her.
“I’ve never met anyone like you,” he said pumping up her confidence.
“What is your ultimate sexual fantasy?” She buried her face into his neck and refused to look at him.
“It’s crazy, I can’t tell you.” Her voice was muffled.
“Are you into orgies?”
“No,” she said laughing and asked, “are you?”
“We are talking about your fantasy, not mine.”
“No…”
He ran his fingers into her hair and pulled her away from him gently, forcing her to look into his eyes, “Forget who you are, forget where you are, and talk to me.”
She clenched her teeth, feeling the burn on her cheeks from his stare. “I’ve never ever shared this with anyone.”
“I am listening.”
“I shouldn’t even be thinking about it, it’s ridiculous,” she closed her eyes.
“Look at me, sweetheart,” he commanded making her eyes flutter open automatically.
She looked into his eyes and asked, “No laughing…promise?”
“I’ve always fantasized about having a stalker,” she blurted when he nodded.
Kris let out a chuckle, half surprise and half amusement and tamed his reaction when he caught her expression.
“Do you realize what you are asking for?”
“I know it’s crazy and scary, and I don’t want a stalker now. I really don’t, but my kind of stalker is different.”
“What would your stalker do?” he mumbled against her neck running his lips along the column of her neck.
“My stalker is a bad boy, and he hates me because I am a distraction, and I hate him because he is an ass.” Her body quivered with the sensations on her neck as his facial hair tantalized her nerves.
“A beautiful distraction.”
Her heart fluttered as he continued to ignite the delicate skin on her shoulder and neck joint. “I am a distraction, but he is intrigued by me so he wants to know more about me, but there is no way I would hang out with him.”
“Please baby, go out with me,” he said smugly.
“I won’t go out with you, you are an ass.” She dug her teeth into his tight chest making him groan.
“What do I do to make you go out with me?”
“I need you to know what I like and what I don’t like,” she said enjoying his puzzled expression.
“How will I know if you won’t go out with me?”
“I need you to find out what you can about me without talking to me,” she rasped feeling the molten pleasure between her legs.
“I am going to start watching you secretly when you go out for a walk,” he said running his fingers along her bare back.
“Will you watch me when I go to the gym?”
“Yes, I’ll watch every bead of sweat that rolls down your hot body.“ He ran his tongue following the path he laid with his fingertips.
She shuddered feeling the heat from her pleasure cave emit through her body. She dug her fingertips into his scalp and reached for the hot rod rubbing against her mound setting her being on fire.
“Kris!!”
“I’ve stalked you for way too long to do this.” His voice was so intense making her ears believe what he said even though he was playing the role. His fingertips circled her swollen nub that was drenched in her own arousal.
She moaned unable to contain the pleasure waves triggered by his expert fingers and as her climb came to her, her eyes rolled shut as he dug his teeth into her lower lip. Her body exploded with the uncontrollable and unbounded tremors as she peaked letting out a loud moan against his lips.
She panted as her lungs fought for air as he caressed her in his arms.
“Breathe…remember to breathe,” he crooned.
“I can’t,” she gasped smiling at him.
“I don’t want you to pass out amidst all the fun.” He nipped on her earlobe.
“I want that, I want you to do it till I pass out.” It was a plea.
“Talk to me, baby, what do you want me to do?”
“Do it, Kris.”
“Say it!!” he commanded.
“Fuck me!!” The two words rolled off her lips for the first time ever.
“I can’t hear you,” he growled bringing his weight on to her.
“Fuck me, fuck me hard!!” she screamed.
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sp; “Your wish is my command,” he groaned driving his hardness into her muscles that waited to cocoon him.
They groaned in unison as he drove harder and deeper into her filling her to the brim. She raked her fingers through his hair and pulled his lips to hers as he pounded away with a primitive need. She moaned, digging her fingers into the muscles in his back as he felt the waves of electricity zap through her body.
“I don’t want to come yet, I can’t handle it,” she cried.
“Yes, you can.”
“I—I...” Her voice trailed off as she felt the eruption inside her blast through her nerves turning them raw. She screamed his name as she delved into new layers of twisted pleasure digging her teeth into his shoulder. He growled crashing on to her making her come again just with the final thrust.
*****
She woke up to the warm breath of the man that gave her everything she craved for all her adult life, crazy, unsurpassable, and reckless sex, fanning her bare shoulder. She smiled remembering the time she begged him to stop, unable to handle the surge of pleasure with every peak as he expertly pleasured her.
She caught her breath at the memory of his commanding voice as he taught her how to embrace her peak as he introduced her to a never-ending cascade of pleasure. At one point during the night or the early morning hours, she thought she was going to have a heart attack with the rate at which her heart banged away in her chest.
The light streamed through the opening in the thick layers of the drapes as she slid out of bed moving very carefully not to wake Kris up and tiptoed into the bathroom grabbing her clothes on her way. She freshened up quietly, put on her clothes, and pulled her hair up into a messy bun. She looked at herself in the mirror and saw a woman she had kept hidden for a long time. She did what she never dared to think of doing and looked at the woman that smiled back at her with no regrets.
It was very tempting to get back into the warm embrace of the man that gave her all the confidence she needed for a lifetime. She knew better and adjusted her dress as she suppressed her temptations.
She stepped out of the bathroom and looked at Kris lying on the bed. He lay on his stomach, his face half hidden as he slept peacefully. She looked around the room for her clutch and spotted it on the chair under Kris’s sweater. She picked up her clutch and his sweater with it. She tried to remove the metal hook on the clutch that had poked through the soft knit of the fabric.
She managed to unclip the sweater and brought the sweater to her cheek. The fabric was soft, warm and comforting, and the smell--it emitted the masculine smell that encompassed her all night.
On impulse, she pulled the sweater over her head. Her body welcomed the warmth and comfort that the sweater offered in the form of memories as she stepped out of the hotel room without looking back. She knew she was leaving behind a woman that would never be seen by another human and back to being the mom and the woman that everyone else knew, except for Kris.
Chapter Seven
“We have the final list of the people going into the dunk tank!!” the woman announced on the microphone to the two hundred odd people gathered in the parking lot to kick off an intern event raising money for a children’s cancer research hospital. Varsha was at the company’s Sacramento location and had driven there earlier that day for the fundraiser and to attend meetings.
The interns had arranged a dunk tank and the person who had the highest donation amount would be on the collapsible seat suspended over the tank filled with five hundred gallons of water. Participants would have to hit a target knob with a ball that would make the seat collapse forcing the person to dunk into the water.
Varsha was on the list of top ten people that had the highest donations and with the highest probability to go in the tank. When one of the interns challenged her to get her on the top five people to go into the tank, she made sure there were enough donations for the other volunteers on the list to ensure she wasn’t going in the tank.
She pouted at the intern that had challenged her and knew something was wrong when the intern winked back at her.
“At the top of the list, with a donation amount of seven thousand five hundred, Varsha…” Her ears were tricking her as she was sure she was way down the list at seven hundred dollars donated for her to go into the tank. She had donated enough towards the other volunteers for her to be at that position.
She looked around in a daze as people around her cheered her on to get her to go into the tank. She was so sure she wasn’t going into the tank that she hadn’t changed into something dunk-tank friendly and only packed an extra set of clothes just in case hers got wet while helping other people out of the tank. She had to go into the water in her skinny jeans and the lightweight burgundy tunic.
She walked up to the tank as the applause resounded in her ears, pasting a smile on her face. She could not believe the amount of money that was raised for her to go in the tank in such a short time.
She kicked off her shoes and handed her watch and her phone to one of the interns.
“How did this happen?” she rasped under her breath.
“Oh…we found a last-minute donor who badly wanted you to go in the tank,” the intern laughed.
“Who is it?”
“The donor wants to be anonymous.”
“Fine, I have my ways of finding out who it is.”
She sat on the edge of small wooden collapsible seat dreading the first drop into the water in the dunk tank. She had no idea how she would get out of her skinny jeans when they were soaking wet and how she would shower when all she brought was a pair of clothes and luckily, undergarments. She took a deep breath and made peace with the fact that she would be washing her hair and body with the hand soap from the restroom before her meetings.
She watched in amazement when the interns lined up to throw the ball at the target to get her into the water and knew it all started with the conversation they had a few days ago.
“You are not that boring,” one of the interns declared when she told them about how she and a few others organized a fun team-building event for her department.
“Hey...” she objected and asked, “why did you think I am boring?”
“C’mon, Varsha. Isn’t it obvious?” one of the interns teased.
“Wait!! Seriously?”
“We’ve never seen you at any of the after-work events we have had since we started the internship, and you haven’t really talked to us about anything other than work since we started,” one of the girls complained.
“What? I don’t.”
“Yes, you do. Like last week we were in the women’s restroom and you talked to me about prepping for my presentation when I was brushing my teeth,” one of the interns who was obsessed with her dental hygiene said laughing.
“I was trying to be helpful.”
“There is no way you have a funny bone in you, Varsha,” one of the guys teased and added laughing, “When you are in meetings, you either look at your laptop like you want to bore a hole through your screen or you are looking at someone like you want to rip their face off.”
“That’s my ‘what the crap’ is this email and ‘what the crap are you talking about’ face,” she defended.
“I think she is capable of having fun. We’ve got to see her under a new light,” one of the interns declared.
“Thank you!!”
“I said you were capable of having fun, but we are yet to see you have fun.”
“What do you mean?”
“Are you up for a dare?”
“Yes, always.” She was their mentor and wanted to show them there was some fun to being in the corporate life even if she didn’t choose to have fun.
“Okay then, enlist your name as a volunteer to go into the dunk tank for the fundraiser.”
“I’m sure I won’t go in the tank because we have bigger fish that end up in the tank every year.”
“You sign up and if you are one of the top five, you go in the tank.”
“I will
sign up, but will make sure I’m not on going in the tank,” she challenged.
“This is getting very interesting.”
“You cannot tell anyone about this. I will do what it takes to not go in the tank and you guys do your thing.” She laid out the rules.
“OMG, Varsha…that was sic,” one of the interns laughed. She finally got out after being suspended over water for ten minutes and watching people hit the target with balls to get her into the tank. Every time she went into the water, it was like going into it for the first time and there was no getting used to the surprise of being dropped into the tank.
“I’m sure it was amusing!!” she smiled weakly as her body shivered. She was grateful for the warm robe the girls offered.
Two of the girls followed her to the restroom giggling and poking fun at her.
“You guys had enough fun so you better stop passing rumors that I am boring,” she mocked.
“Not yet, Varsha. We will tell you how much fun you are after tonight’s event.” One of the girls challenged.
“Hmm…I am not staying tonight guys, I am heading back,” she said sheepishly.
“What? You aren’t staying back for the race tomorrow?”
“No, I have to go. I’m sure you guys will have a lot of fun,” she cheered.
“Varsha, we will agree you aren’t boring if you stay back tonight.”
“I can’t guys, but trust me I am fun. I was the coolest person to hang out with in college,” she said laughing.
“So what happened after college, did the corporate world make you boring?” One of the girls winked.
Varsha’s stomach clenched as the bitter truth came to life and reminded her of why she went from being an easygoing, fun-loving girl to a woman who felt like she was walking on eggshells every minute.
“No…especially not when I get to hang out with cool interns like you,” she said smiling as she grabbed her bag with extra clothes from the locker.
“So you don’t attend work events, you don’t talk to us about anything other than work, I am not convinced you are not boring.” The words shot through her ears as they perked up to the challenge in the kid’s tone.