Had To Make You Mine

by Kat Long

  “You sure you can’t help me make him jealous, Sugar?” She leaned over further, tilting her head and running her tongue over her lips.

  “Maybe another time.” I didn’t meet her eyes, focusing on my sandwich.

  “Your loss,” she said, shrugging her shoulders and walking back to the pool tables. The big guy followed her the whole time. I finished my draft and paid the tab, walking out to see the blonde standing with the pool-table guy. At least I had made one right decision today.

  As I drove home, my mother’s name flashed across the caller ID, but I hit ignore and pulled into my garage. I needed time out of my head, time away from the constant push-pull desire I felt for Blue. I headed up to the roof with my tools and wood, relying on the muscle memory to push the thoughts of her away.

  The next morning, I arrived at the office with the intention of telling Annaleigh not to disturb me. You’d think I would have this crush under control since I spent every morning jerking off, but no. If anything, the constant fantasies had my lust that much stronger. All it took was the smell of oranges, and I was running to my ensuite like a fucking teenager with his first hard-on.

  Taking the elevator, I breathed deep, trying to regain some control—any control. I walked into my office, ready to draw a line in the sand, and rubbed my hand across my face. Fuck, I’d forgotten to shave. Thinking about Blue was becoming an obsession, and it had to stop. I could hear her heels clicking next door, so I schooled my features and walked into Jake’s office. No more distractions.

  “Annaleigh, today,” I said, with a firm direct voice, deliberately not noticing the way her skirt hugged her legs. Her hips were moving slowly with whatever she was listening to, but before my dick could take notice, she shrieked and yanked out her air pods, spilling scalding water all over her blue blouse.

  “Holy shit! Hot! Hot! Ouch! What the heck, Max?” she yelled, dropping a coffee mug to the floor and fanning herself.

  Her cheeks were flushed, and her chest was red where the hot water splashed. Beads of water trailed down her neck and between her breasts, disappearing down the valley of her shirt. My eyes were drawn to the water clinging to her top and the thin white-lace bra I could see peeking through the wet fabric. I was speechless, my throat tight and dry, while I took in the sight of her wet body. I swallowed harshly and stepped over to her quickly.

  “God, I’m sorry! Here,” I said, grabbing a towel from beside the coffee station and moving closer to blot her blouse. I reached out, but when I pressed the towel to her chest, she grabbed it from my hand and held it to her neck, sopping up the hot water while hopping from foot to foot. A stream of quiet profanities spilled from her red lips, and I wasn’t ashamed to admit the filthy words were a turn-on. I stood stock-still, completely unhelpful, staring as her round, pert, dark-pink nipples stood out against the wet material. Her chest rose, and I could see her pulse fluttering in her neck. My cock strained against my zipper, struggling to get closer to her.

  “Max,” she mumbled, eyes not quite meeting mine.

  “Max!” She repeated my name louder, but I couldn’t tear myself away from the site of her wet skin. But it wasn’t just her body that had me in a trance. It was how she carried herself around the office, how she radiated warmth, and how she made me want to shift focus and give in to the distraction. No matter what I kept telling myself, I wanted to give in.

  “Max!”

  “What can I do? I’m sorry, Annaleigh.” I apologized again and met her eyes, hoping she was too caught up with the hot water to notice my blatant staring.

  “Take your eyes off my tits and go back to your office. Now.”

  At the mention of her tits, my eyes drifted down again. Not chest, breasts, or boobs, but tits. How that word rolled off her tongue made me want to bury my face in them and feast like a starving man, licking and sucking every exposed inch.

  “Maxwell! Out! Now!”

  Dammit, she full named me and stomped one red heel down on the carpet to drive her point home.

  Knowing there was nothing I could do to dig myself in further, I kept my eyes on hers and pressed an open palm to my zipper, adjusting myself. Her eyes drifted down. She unconsciously sucked her bottom lip between white teeth, but I turned around, not looking back, walked into my office, and shut the door.

  I paced back and forth in front of the windows and ran my fingers through my hair. Mature. Real mature. I was angry at myself, mad at the situation, and pissed that the first woman that had held my interest in god knows how long was off-limits. So off-limits. Unattainable. So out of my league. She was too good to get involved with a thirty-year-old idiot with trust issues.

  My mind was on a continuous loop: passion, anger, desire, frustration, and need, clouded my thoughts. Minutes passed as I tried to get my anger and cock, under control.

  My train of thought crashed at the station when I heard a light knock at my door. With a sigh, I said, “Come in.”

  She walked in with red splotches on her neck, wearing a new blouse. I wanted to fill the silence, apologize, and pull her into my arms, easing her burned skin with my tongue. I stood behind my desk as she came closer, invading my space. Something was keeping me from pushing her away, and I closed the distance between us.

  “Let me apologize again. I didn’t realize you couldn’t hear me. Are you okay? Are you burned?” I was genuinely concerned, knowing I caused the marks that now dotted her delicate skin.

  “I’m fine, really. The redness is already going down.” She pulled her hair to the side, giving me a view of her delectable pink neck.

  “Stop looking at me like that,” she said, glancing at her feet before meeting my eyes.

  “Like what?”

  “Like you’re a lion stalking me. Max, we can’t. Please, just tell me you have a weird armpit fetish or foot fungus or that you’re into pony-play. Something. Anything.”

  She braced her hands on my desk and waited for my next words. I should stop this here, end this dance, but I physically couldn’t. Whatever my reasons for staying away from this temptress evaporated. It was time to draw a line in the sand, to show her the power she held.

  “I despise doing the dishes and like to use all the hot water in the shower,” I said, breathing in the sweet citrus scent. She smelled like oranges and spearmint: sweet, delicious, mouthwatering. I would not back down. It was time to own the words.

  “But since I saw you in that blue bikini, you’re all I think about. I haven’t done one productive thing since I started here except fantasize about touching you, possessing you. Annaleigh.”

  I stepped closer and ran my fingertips from her neck down her arm. Goosebumps appeared where I traced my fingers, and she moved into my touch, closing her eyes. I watched her pulse flutter and wanted to trace my tongue along that curve.

  “More, Max.” If I hadn’t been so close, I wouldn’t have heard her. But I did, and with those words, I gripped her waist and pulled her to me.

  Feeling her breath against my chest, I bent down to her ear, letting my tongue taste the delicate lobe. Goddamnit, if her whole body tasted like this, I’d never be able to stop. I drew it between my teeth before letting go and blowing. Her eyes were heavy-lidded, waiting for my next words.

  “I want to trace my tongue down your neck, biting and licking until my mouth lands between those sweet tits. I want to bite your nipple, hard, sucking it between my teeth while palming the other through that sexy white bra you’re wearing.”

  She let out the softest moan, so much better than what I’d imagined. I wanted all her moans, wanted to hear her sigh my name, then scream it. I longed to see her out of control and lost in the heat of the moment. She leaned into my chest and ran her nails up my shoulders, scraping the skin. I saw the faint outline of her nipples through her dry blouse and almost lost my mind right there.

  “I want you on my desk, legs spread, and skirt bunched at your
waist while I move my hands up your thighs to see how wet your panties are. They would be soaked, right? See-through and practically dripping down your legs, desperate for my fingers, my tongue, my cock. I would give you everything, Blue, all of me. I’d make your knees weak from coming over and over again, burying my face in your pussy before filling you with my thick cock, again and again.”

  My tongue moved from her earlobe to the tendon where her neck met her shoulder. I bit down before soothing the sting with a lick and moved my hand underneath her blouse to stroke the smooth skin on her waist.

  “God. Yes. There,” she said, breathless, sexy.

  There were millimeters separating us, yet she pushed herself closer, closing her eyes and tilting her neck to give me better access to her sweet skin.

  “He’s not here, Blue. You say my name.”

  “Max. Yes.”

  Her nose nuzzled my neck, and she licked my Adam’s apple and spread her legs apart enough for me to put my knee between them, feeling the satin heat I craved through my slacks. She ground against my leg, whimpering with the sensation.

  “Tell me to stop, Blue. Give me a reason not to taste you right now. Baby, I need to feel you. I need to feel more. I don’t want to fight this anymore.”

  I continued to lick along her collarbone, pulling her blouse aside and teasing her, breathing her in. This was pointless to resist. I needed her—needed to see if the rest of her tasted just as sweet. This wasn’t a casual fling. She wasn’t someone I would be able to move on from the next morning. This woman was going to ruin me, and I was going to let her.

  - 10 -

  YOUR ENTICING CARESS

  Annaleigh

  The truth of what was happening seeped in as I squeezed my thighs against him harder, desperate to relieve the tension growing in my core. Big Dick Energy was right. Max was packing some serious heat. And that heat was currently throbbing against my stomach. His hands worked their magic over my skin, and I used mine to pull his hair while his teeth grazed my shoulder, leaving a trail of sultry wetness behind.

  I rocked my core on his thigh, and as he took control, a deep throaty growl spilled from his lips. I suddenly needed him to make those noises against my neck, my stomach, and my thighs. I wanted to feel the vibration all over my body. I craved more skin, needed to run my nails over his abs and lick his chest.

  “This isn’t supposed to happen,” I said, still rocking against his thigh. His large hands gripped my waist and guided me back and forth. I was so close. So close to coming undone for him.

  “Then what do we do?” he replied against my neck, licking the skin.

  He didn’t wait for me to respond, just gripped my waist harder, sliding one hand further under my blouse and dimpling the skin. His fingers toyed with the waistband of my skirt, dipping further underneath and brushing my panties.

  If this was what it was like to be his, sign me up.

  Right. The. Fuck. Now.

  I was ready to lie down and spread myself open for his pleasure.

  Max wanted me. Why, and for how long, I wasn’t sure, but I could feel the restraint vibrating through his body. I wanted to see him lose control, wanted to feel his raw power consume me.

  Everywhere his fingers touched was like an electric current, tingling each nerve ending and making my nipples ache. I arched into him and pulled him closer so I could tease them against his vest. He brought his hands up higher and stroked the underside of my bra, making them heavy with need.

  “Tell me,” he said, panting. “Blue, let me hear you.”

  I needed his lips, needed his fingers, needed his touch, needed his everything. I couldn’t form a coherent sentence, so I nodded and teased my lips and nose against his neck while working his shirt loose from the confines of his slacks.

  “Tired of fighting this, Max. So close. Make me come.”

  Both of his hands gripped my ass, and he helped me ride his thigh. He thrusted against me and guided my hips, groaning every time his cock brushed my stomach. My legs were turning to jelly as a delicious tingling feeling started to build in my core. My thong was so wet it had slipped between my swollen, tender flesh, making the friction against my clit that much sweeter.

  “That’s it, Blue. Ride me, give it up. Give me everything, baby.”

  I brushed my lips along his neck, tasting salt and sandalwood. His five o’clock shadow was rough against my skin. Those long fingers moved from my hips and traced the outside of my breasts, moving closer and closer to where I needed them. His tongue continued to dart along my neck. Stony plains met soft curves. These layers of clothes were getting in the way of feeling his skin on mine.

  “I’m going to bury my face between your legs and lick you till your knees quake. I’m going to ruin you, Annaleigh, ruin you for anyone else. I want you to be mine, and I’m done waiting.”

  I was there, my toes were tingling, and I brought my lips closer to his, ready to give in, desperate to taste his mouth and feel his hot tongue stroke mine as I come.

  I craved his lips like a drug, and when our lips were millimeters apart, a shrill alarm filled the air, breaking the moment. I jumped with the noise, putting both hands on his chest and taking a step back. I was throbbing and frustrated, ready to throw his phone across the room and pick up where we were. He leaned in and pressed his forehead to mine, closing his eyes. Letting go, he pushed his hand against his cock, trying to relieve the pressure. If it was anything like what I was feeling, it wouldn’t be relieved until he was buried to the hilt inside me.

  Max rubbed the back of his neck and moved with his head down towards the desk to stop the inconvenient noise. I stood there, not moving and trying to slow my pulse. There was a very distinct wet spot on his slacks, but I wasn’t embarrassed. If anything, I wanted him to look down and see how wet he had made me. Have him see how wet I still was for him, for this.

  It was so easy to give in to this, so easy to be his, so easy to want. My body was slick with sweat, and I moved closer to run my fingers back up his vest. He grasped my hand and trailed light kisses over each knuckle, eyes lidded and heavy with lust.

  Complicated? Yes. Worth it? Yes. Willing to risk it? Yes.

  He looked at me with his bourbon eyes blazing. Whether it was to lock the door, finish what we started, or admit this was a mistake was yet to be determined. If he stopped now, I would most definitely have to lock myself in his private bathroom to take the edge off this sexual tension.

  “I have a meeting,” he said, refusing to meet my eyes as if he was ashamed of what had happened.

  Was this his way of getting over his ex? Was I just a fling to forget? I couldn’t be. He felt this pull, this connection, this heat. Didn’t he?

  I stepped back between his legs and fisted his vest between my fingers, bringing my hand up to grip his neck so he would look down and meet my eyes. I’d been twisted and tongue-tied around him since that day at the beach, both of us orbiting around each other about to collide. Whatever this was, he would not make me feel guilty, and he was not going to act like nothing happened. If anything, I would tell him exactly what he did to me and that I wanted to lock the door and finish this. Now.

  “You do not get to talk to me like that, and touch me like that, then look at me like this was a mistake. It doesn’t work that way, Max. I had never even considered getting involved with someone I work with, but now, at this moment, I’m ready to jump in headfirst, for whatever this is. I’m not used to feeling like this, so out of control, so unsure, but I was willing to risk it!”

  I fisted his vest harder and could see him grinding his teeth. His eyes were like bourbon ice chips, and I swear one eye was twitching as he mulled over my words. But I wasn’t done, I was close enough to feel his hard-on, and I moved one hand down and gave it a hard squeeze. Max hissed and thrust into my hand, making me grip him harder.

  “I was ready to drop to my knees and
relieve that indecision on your face, Max. I wanted to grip your ass and suck your cock while your fingers pulled my hair. But you will not look at me with regret or look at me like this was a mistake.”

  I let go and pushed back on his chest; harder than I meant to, but what else was new? I’d been a mess since he started at JMS, a complete one-eighty from my usual self.

  Max had left me disoriented, confused, exhausted, and so, so turned on. I wanted him so damn much, but if I’d been this up and down in such a short time, what would happen if we had a falling out? Maybe his alarm going off was a sign. A sign that an office fling was out of the question. A sign showing me that we couldn’t pursue this, but we shouldn’t regret it.

  This was best. Right?

  “Fuck, Blue, that’s hot. You’re in my head, in my thoughts, every day. I came here not wanting any distractions, not wanting anything that would make me lose focus. My ex cheated and lied and screwed me up more than I’d like to admit. I moved here with no desire to start anything with anyone! But here you are, as sweet as sugar, and all I want is to lock that damn door, worship your body, and learn all your secrets. I get hard every time I smell oranges. But this; us, this is a mistake. You’re…”

  “A mistake.” I finished his sentence and stepped further away.

  Moments ago, I was ready for him to possess me. But now, something had broken. Whatever tight string of lust that drew us together had just snapped, fraying in a thousand directions.

  “I won’t be back in the office today,” he said, looking at me with a mix of lust and regret.

  His hand came up as if he was going to touch me, but at the last minute, he stepped back and ran it through his thick dark hair. Hair that I was pulling moments ago.

  “Annaleigh, that’s not what I…” He started, but I held up my hand, stopping him mid-sentence.

  It didn’t matter how he was going to finish. I was going to control the narrative. Frustration, lust, and confusion rolled off him in waves, pulsing around his body and matching mine. His hard-on looked painful, and stress was etched onto his features, like granite.