ColdNightsHotBodies

by Lily Harlem

  “When Marie and Travis are on the airplane, in the restroom?”

  “Yes, and they have to be really quick and really quiet.”

  He nodded.

  “So be really quick and really quiet.”

  He gulped, hesitated, then delved into the back pocket of his suit trousers and pulled out his wallet. “I’ve got a ribbed one.”

  My spine turned to dust and I clung to him for all I was worth. He was so bad, oh god, we were so bad. We were actually going to do this. “So what are you waiting for?” I managed.

  He tore the wrapper open as I fumbled with his fly. My fingers would barely work, the glut of adrenaline in my system was so potent.

  “Ashley,” he said, stilling all movement. “Am I? Am I still the only one?”

  Bashing my other fist on his shoulder, I frowned. “Of course, how can you even ask?”

  He smirked. “Just checking. I love the fact that you’ve only known me, that I’m the only one to have touched and been inside your perfect little body.”

  “So quit talking and get inside me now.” I pulled his erect cock from the gap in his trousers.

  He grunted and pressed forward into my grip. “This is crazy.”

  “I know, we could both lose our jobs.”

  “So you retract your notice?”

  “Oh yes.”

  Hastily he rolled on the condom. The ridges in the latex were big and wide. A tremble of anticipation besieged me as he bent his head and captured my mouth with his.

  I slotted my fingers into the gusset of my panties and pulled them aside. His cock was there instantly, sliding forward. Suddenly all thoughts of the door opening and us being discovered left me. There was just Shane. He did this, it was a power he possessed. When I was with him he became my universe.

  I tipped my pelvis and my butt cheeks lifted from the cool desk, getting the angle just right for his penetration. It took a couple of determined shunts before he was in. As soon as he was he rode up high and fast. The ridges were well defined and I could make them out smoothing over my internal flesh.

  “Oh, yes, yes,” I cried into his mouth.

  “Shh,” he murmured, “my secretary will hear.”

  I clamped my lips and clung to his shoulders. His suit jacket was thick and heavy beneath my fingers but the material, fine and smooth.

  “Be quick,” he said on a gasping breath. “Please, honey, be really quick.”

  “Yes, yes, I will.”

  His pubic bone was connecting lusciously with my clit. I curled my stockinged legs around his hips and locked my high heels together. The feel of his pants on my calves was wicked and naughty and reminded me that we weren’t in bed. We were dressed and behaving hugely inappropriately. We were on a desk just like in A Mistress for Midnight when Georgina had corned Raif in the law chamber. She’d bent over the table with her dress thrown over her back, her butt bare as she tempted him to enter her. He hadn’t been able to resist.

  “Ah, fuck, I’m coming,” Shane gasped into my ear. “Please, please come with me.”

  His desperate words tipped me over the edge and I claimed a hard, fast orgasm that had me panting his name and clinging to his body. Who would have known sex with the boss on his desk could be so damn satisfying?

  We didn’t linger. No sooner had Shane filled the condom than he was withdrawing and snapping it off.

  I realigned my panties, stood and smoothed down my skirt. My breaths were rapid, my bra abrading my stiff nipples. My pussy was pulsing around nothing and my clit still bobbed within its hood.

  “Oh, bugger, we so shouldn’t have done that,” he said breathlessly.

  “I know.” I wiped a film of sweat from my forehead and tried to flatten out my hair.

  “What if someone had come in?”

  “They didn’t.” I took the condom from him, wrapped it in my ratty handkerchief and shoved it deep in the waste paper bin. “It’s okay. No one caught us.”

  His face suddenly creased into an almighty grin. “You,” he said, “are such a bad influence on me. Like seriously, sex has never been so crazy, so imaginative or so damn risky until you came along.”

  Pouting, I jutted my hips. “What, little old me?”

  “Yes, little old you, now quick, scarper. Go home, go back to your office. Whatever, but just be ready for me to collect you at 7:30. We’re going to this thing at The Cow and Slipper together, as a couple. We may as well let everyone know what’s what, because there is no way I’m going to be sneaking around and pretending I’m not…” His voice trailed off.

  “You’re not what?”

  He cleared his throat. “Not with you.”

  * * * * *

  We stood outside The Cow and Slipper, arms linked.

  “You okay?” Shane asked, shoving his other hand into the deep pocket of his jacket. The north wind was bitter and howled down the street as if it was on a mission to rip the lampposts from their foundations.

  “I’m fine,” I said.

  “I just want to check something.”

  “What?”

  “Gareth.”

  “Gareth?”

  “Yeah, he seemed pretty into you today. Is there anything I should know about?”

  “Me and Gareth, no, nothing. He’s okay but he’s just a friend, a work friend.”

  “It’s just he seems very attentive of you.”

  “He’s sweet, caring, always has been but he has no interest in getting in my knickers.” I grinned.

  Shane narrowed his eyes and bent his face to mine. “I’m sweet and caring too and I happen to like being in your knickers very much, you get what I’m saying?”

  “Well, I’ve never thought of him like that, trust me, and if he thinks there’s a chance of something happening between us then that’s all it is, his thoughts.”

  Shane’s lips touched mine, briefly. “Good, that’s what I wanted to hear. Now come on, let’s show the world we’re a couple.”

  He pushed open the heavy door and stepped inside. The sound of merriment and the scent of beer engulfed me. Tugging my hand and forging through the crowd, Shane pulled me with him.

  Big shoulders surrounded me and the guffaw of deep laughter filled the air. Ducking my head and allowing Shane to lead the way, I relished the moment of being looked after, protected. Any other time I would have had to shuffle my way through alone, apologizing and struggling to find my colleagues.

  It took a few minutes to reach the quiet back corner Safe as Houses had claimed, but Shane had made it there quicker than I would have, even with me in tow.

  “Shane,” Derek said, slamming his pint on a table, standing and whacking his hand on Shane’s shoulder. “So glad you made it, we were beginning to give up hope.”

  “Wouldn’t have missed it,” Shane said, grinning at the faces looking his way. “Anyone need a drink?”

  I stood behind him and peered ’round his arm, spotted most of the sales staff, including Gareth, all the finance boys and Samantha the receptionist. I wished Dawn had been there, I could have done with her support at this moment in time—after I’d throttled her, that was.

  “No, let me get you one,” Gareth said, standing.

  I felt Shane’s body tense. It was well hidden, but I felt it in the hand holding mine and saw it in the twitch of his shoulders.

  “It’s great to have you on board, I wish you well,” Gareth said. “What are you having, mate?”

  My heart soared with relief. Gareth wasn’t going to be a problem. And Gareth was the one who could have really rocked the boat.

  “Ah, thanks, I’ll have a Stella, but my round next.” Shane turned to me. “What do you want, honey, a glass of white wine?”

  He wasn’t going to let me hide any longer. With a delicate twist of his wrist, he drew me in front of him.

  I gulped and leaned my back into his chest. My knees felt weak, all eyes were on me.

  All eyes were never on me!

  “Ashley, poppet,” Derek said, “you made it
after all.”

  I nodded and tightened my grip on Shane’s hand.

  “She had a whopping headache,” Shane said, returning the hand squeeze, “but it’s been better since she had some medication, isn’t that right?”

  “Er, yes, it’s much better now.” I smiled in a self-conscious kind of way.

  “So you’re good for a glass of wine?” Gareth asked, glancing between me and Shane with a confused expression.

  “Yes, yes, please.”

  “We’re seeing each other,” Shane said. He was looking at Gareth but the whole group were listening so he spoke loud enough to be heard by all. “Ashley is an amazing woman and I have very strong feelings for her. You may as well all know that now, because I’m the kind of guy that if something is going on, no matter what it is, I believe it should be out in the open.”

  “Here, here,” Derek said, lifting his pint. “Here’s to honesty and Shane and Ashley.” He looked at me and winked.

  Gareth stooped and pressed a light peck on my cheek. “I’m happy for you,” he said. “You’ve been on your own too long.”

  I contained a sudden rush of fondness for him as Shane released my hand and wound his arm around my waist.

  “White wine then, yes?” Gareth asked.

  “Please.”

  “And a Stella,” he directed at Shane.

  “Yes, thanks, that would be great.”

  Gareth stepped away and the hum of conversation resumed, Derek taking center stage with a golfing tale.

  Shane tipped his head to my ear and I nestled into the perfect scoop of his body. “You remember the words you said in The Fenchurch?” he asked.

  I turned my head and looked up at him. “You mean?”

  “Yes, you know the ones I mean.”

  I nodded.

  “Were they the truth, or rather, do you think they could be, one day?”

  Nibbling my bottom lip, I nodded again. “Yes.” I spun and looked into his eyes.

  “Good, ’cause later I’ll get you to say them again, and then, honey, I’m going to throw them right back at you.”

  Dipping his head, he touched his mouth to mine, soft and sweet and full of promise. I heard a cheer behind us as our workmates enjoyed our public display of affection, but it barely registered, all I could think of was telling Shane I loved him and having him say it too.

  I sent a thanks across the miles to Dawn—love her, hate her, she’d kick-started my life and I would be eternally grateful for that despite the ups and downs along the way. But what path to love was without its mishaps? If it were, then there wouldn’t be a story, and stories, sizzlingly naughty and hopelessly romantic stories, were one of my most favorite things in the world.

  Chapter Nine

  Six weeks later

  The deserted Underground station was starkly lit and silent, the air smelled of fumes and grime.

  “The last one will be here any minute,” Shane said, hugging me close.

  I stamped my cold feet on the ground and sank into him. He’d just treated me to a wonderful meal at a fancy Italian for Valentine’s Day and my stomach was warm and full even if my extremities were chilled. He’d bought me a pretty pair of diamond earrings too, which I now wore, and we’d decided on Spain as a spring break to escape the never-ending UK winter.

  All in all a perfect evening. We just had one more thing to do—the icing on the cake, the cherry on the top.

  “It can’t come soon enough,” I said, pressing my cheek against the slightly scratchy wool of his jacket. “It’s freezing.”

  “Ah, honey, you’ll soon be basking in the sun, we’ll have a look online tomorrow and get something booked.”

  A whoosh of air flowed from the black tunnel and the silver lines of track hummed.

  Sudden shouts and the clacking of heels to my left caught my attention. I turned and saw two couples, hand in hand, spilling onto the platform giggling. Shane and I glanced at each other.

  “It will be okay,” he said, his eyes sparkling. “Not exactly a busload of people.”

  I nodded and my heart picked up a notch as the train hurtled into the station. Fast and violent it raced past us, barely seeming to have its brakes on. I scanned the carriages as best I could, spotted a few passengers, but mainly it appeared empty.

  Finally it drew to a stop and the doors hissed open.

  “Come on, Georgina,” Shane said with a devilish grin, “let’s get on board.”

  The new arrivals on the platform picked a carriage near the front of the train as we dashed two more carriages down from where we’d seen the last passenger.

  “Oh, Raif,” I said, smirking as I glanced around our empty carriage. “It seems you have no one to protect you from me.”

  “As if I would need protecting from a woman,” Shane said, dropping down on a purple padded seat and folding his arms.

  I sidled up next to him, rolling my hips beneath my winter coat, my gaze heavy and a sexy smile on my lips. “We’ll see about that.”

  The doors shut and the train suddenly lurched forward.

  “Oh, shit,” I yelped, staggering and flailing my arms.

  “Careful.” He grabbed me around the waist and tugged me down next to him.

  I laughed and looked up into his face.

  He lifted his brows and pushed me back into a sitting position so I wasn’t touching him. “I know all your sneaky little tricks, Georgina, they won’t work with me.”

  “Mmm,” I said, unbuttoning his coat and running my hands over his shirt. I smoothed my palm over his stomach and around his lean waist. “Maybe you shouldn’t be so sure about that.” I dipped my hand lower, over the hard leather of his belt to his groin. His erection was straining against his fly as I knew it would be. Shane had been looking forward to this scene from A Mistress For Midnight since I’d suggested it earlier when we’d swapped Valentine cards.

  He sucked in a breath and a muscle in his cheek flexed.

  “You want me,” I said huskily, leaning up so my mouth was a whisper from his. “You want me here and now, just admit it.”

  “No, no that’s not true.”

  “Then tell me, Raif, why have you been looking at me all day like you want to bend me over your office desk and fuck my brains out?”

  His mouth twitched—that had been a line from the book but I think it was also pretty near the truth.

  “That’s a lie,” he said, swallowing tightly.

  The train was picking up speed now and we were jostling against each other. The black windows flashed every couple of seconds as lights in the tunnels whizzed by.

  “It is true. I’ve felt your eyes burning onto my body all day. Seen you shifting on your seat during meetings, you know how I make you feel. You know how only I can make you come so hard you feel like your whole body is about to explode.” I rubbed my hand up his hard cock, sought out the zipper and pulled it down.

  “Last weekend was a mistake, Georgina, we never should have gone to The Ritz.”

  I glanced over my shoulder, checked we were still alone. “So does that mean you considered it a mistake when I did this to you in the shower?”

  I pulled his cock through the gap in his boxers and the undone zip in his pants then dipped my head to his groin, all the time being careful not to expose him, just in case there were any secret cameras watching us.

  “Ah, fuck,” he said, helping me move his coat so I had better but still concealed access. “Seriously, Georgie, here?”

  I couldn’t answer. By now I was sinking low, taking his hot, hard shaft deep into my mouth. We didn’t have long until the next station. Shane would have to be quick. I would have to use my entire repertoire of skills.

  My hair fell forward around my ears as I plunged downward, creating a taut curve with my tongue to envelop his length.

  “Ah, yes, fucking hell,” he cursed above me, sliding his fingers through my hair.

  I raised my head, slid my lips up his shaft and felt his slit skim over my palate. I could taste
the salty hint of pre-cum and hoped to hell more was on the way—fast.

  My back bobbed as the train twisted around a corner. I sank back down, creating a strong suction. I’d enjoyed lots of exquisite flavors tonight but this was my favorite by far. Shane’s desire and pleasure was the ultimate taste experience for me.

  “Georgie, this is so bad but so good, god damn you, woman, I’m coming.”

  His cock went rigid and thick. My heart pounded—the sound of the train mixing with the short, sharp gasps Shane emitted was highly erotic. Suddenly he was there, spurting, coming in my mouth. I gulped and swallowed him, lapping up the copious liquid and slurping on his erection.

  “Fuck, yes,” he hissed, jerking his hips up and bashing the head of his cock into the back of my throat.

  I groaned too, the bliss of giving him a fast, illicit orgasm was a total turn-on.

  As soon as the last spurt oozed out I lifted my head and quickly tucked him back into his pants. He was still gasping for air when I straightened and looked at his face.

  “You are an evil woman,” he said, his eyes flashing and a couple of beads of sweat sitting on his top lip.

  “Evil but irresistible.”

  He touched his lips to mine and wrapped me in his arms. “Totally irresistible, and tonight, when we get back to my place, I am going to show you exactly how much I want you every damn minute of every damn day, even though I know I shouldn’t.”

  “Mmm, I can’t wait.” I traced the outline of his stubble from his ear to the curve of his cheek. I knew full well he would more than live up to his words.

  He tipped his head and sighed. “Ashley, I mean it.”

  “What?”

  “This is me speaking now, not Raif, I want you every minute of every day, I never thought I would feel like this. It’s so much more than anything else I’ve ever had.”

  “Me too.”

  He was silent.

  I sensed there was more. “Shane?”

  “Move your stuff over to mine, fill up some of those empty drawers and cupboards. I can’t bear it when you go to your place and I’m on my own. We belong together even if it’s just watching TV or cooking dinner.”

  A knot of excitement grew in my chest. That was exactly how I felt. Whenever we were apart I was clock watching until we were together again.