His skin gleamed with a thin sheen of sweat from the heat of his arousal, and his body was all planes and angles, sturdy, hard and excruciatingly male. Her eyes ran over his flat, tight pectorals, fell to the etched muscles of his washboard abs and followed the moves of the tight, sinewy muscles on his arms as he struggled to remove his pants. As soon as he discarded them to the floor and his large, rock-hard erection popped out of his underwear, Lucy knew that she had gone completely deranged, hospital-worthy mad. Because all she wanted was to touch it. Feel it. Taste it.
His dick was thick and long and pulsing, straining up toward the ceiling in defiance, rooting from a mat of dark black hair below. And as he stood there, completely naked before her, she knew she had no strength—and now, no will—to deny him. A desperate, primal need to please him surged within her. An age-old desire to dance and meld their bodies together in the darkness. A want to mate with him in the most carnal, basic way. Actually, in any of numerous ways.
“Please take them off,” Holden said in the quietest of whispers.
Maybe it was the please that melted her so, every muscle in her body turning supple, yielding to the buttery tone of his words.
When he took a step forward Lucy slowly stepped backward, pausing only when she felt the mattress behind her. She sat down on the edge of it while slowly pulling off her jacket, eyeing him cautiously for his reaction.
He watched her undress as if he were witnessing a sacred ritual, his eyes intent and yearning and burning like candles in the dark.
When she was almost fully naked except for a flimsy pair of nude-colored panties and a matching bra, their eyes held for a long, breathless moment.
“So beautiful…so sexy,” he whispered, closing the space between them and bending down to kiss her. He kissed her with a mixture of urgency and tenderness, his tongue thrusting inside her with slow, deep strokes. Sliding his hands past her shoulders, he reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. When he removed it, Lucy instinctively shielded her breasts from his eyes.
“Let me see you,” he murmured, taking a step back to stare down at his new discovery.
Sighing at the tender way he spoke, she dropped her hands to her sides and let him look his fill. Trembling with emotion, she could almost swear his eyes physically touched her, for her nipples tingled and hardened by the fleeting caress of his gaze.
“Take off your panties,” he said softly.
Lucy found the courage she needed in the fierce sparks of desire glimmering in his eyes. He was staring at her as if she were all he wanted, all he’d ever want. The way his eyes burned for her suddenly made her feel like Supergirl.
Reminding herself that Supergirl was powerful and proud, she stifled the shame, the sudden fear that he might not be pleased with her body and stood to push her panties down to her ankles, kicking them aside.
“Open your legs.”
He looked strained, as if every muscle in his body was coiled with tension and ready to spring at any minute. And she was a mass of nerves, shivering with need and want and desire. Closing her eyes, she sat once again on the bed, reclining back on her elbows and planting her heels on the edge. She parted her legs and clearly heard his harsh intake of breath.
“Wider,” he said, not so gently this time.
When she couldn’t find the courage to part them wider, he placed his palms on her inner thighs and pushed them open. His touch scorched her, and suddenly she knew she’d die if she didn’t soon get those big, powerful hands all over her body.
“My God.”
The words tore from his lips. Her legs were spread wide, her sex completely exposed to him. His eyes were clouded with lust as he knelt between her thighs and gazed down at her pussy—pink, swollen and glistening wet for him.
She felt it tingle under his stare, felt her whole body shudder.
“All I could think of today was licking you, eating you.” He sank his face between her legs and she cried out in both shock and pleasure when his lips pressed against her sex.
His tongue slipped inside her.
It was glory. The feel of it, wet and commanding as it stroked the folds of her labia, then slowly thrust in and out of her slick, wet cunt. He knew just how to move it, with strength and precision, caressing her in a way that made her fall back on the bed and strive to keep from flat-out exploding.
Slowly, he dragged his tongue upward to flick the sensitive nub of her clit. He stroked her with the tip of his tongue, rapidly flicking her clit up and down, while he slid his longest finger inside her creamy sex. It entered her at a leisurely pace, spreading the walls apart for entry as it gently pushed inside then withdrew, only to thrust in again with more force.
A hot, scorching fever overwhelmed her and she felt powerless to do anything but beg—beg for more, beg for mercy—so not Supergirl. Behind her head, her hands fisted in the luxurious comforter as she moaned with need, aimlessly rolling her face from side to side. “Please, please,” she pleaded between her audible gasps for air. “Fuck me, fuck me now.”
He came up and kissed her, the plump skin of his lips scorching hers, his tongue thrusting past her parted lips. He tasted of her, smelled of her, and the powerful thrusts of his tongue against hers perfectly mimicked the same sure movements of his finger in her cunt.
“Please,” she breathed against his lips.
He braced himself on his arms and aligned their bodies, sinking his hips between her parted legs. Crossing her ankles behind his back, she pulled him closer just as he thrust his thick, pulsing penis inside her. Every muscle tightened in her body except the one slowly easing to receive him. Smooth as silk, hard as iron, his cock moved inside her. Their eyes locked and held as he rocked his hips against hers, the muscles of his arms rippling with effort as he set a thorough, if frustratingly slow pace.
She whimpered out her desperation, holding the muscles of his buttocks tightly in her grip and urging him faster, harder, closer.
He groaned deep in his throat and rammed into her full force, throwing his head back and growling a low sound of triumph. She stared up at him, her eyelids heavy with desire and want, her lips moist from his kisses. He looked like a savage, his face tight from his efforts, his forehead creased, his breathing uneven and hot on her face as he fucked and fucked and fucked her some more. Running her hands up the tensed muscles on his back and clutching his shoulders, she came in a fierce, body-jerking tremor that overtook her completely, while Holden gave one deep final thrust and with a terrifying sound, spilled his burning, thick semen inside her.
Precious seconds later, still panting, he fell on the bed beside her, the mattress bending slightly under the impact of his weight. Placing a hand over her heart in a futile attempt to steady it, Lucy closed her eyes and sighed.
This time, Lucy gathered her wits enough to remember she would not make the same mistake she had in the closet. She was the first to move, inching to the edge of the bed and rising with more speed than she thought she could manage.
He groaned in protest. “Don’t even think of leaving. I’m not through with you yet, Lucy.”
She didn’t even look at him. Instead she began to gather her clothes, lying in a heap on the floor. “I’m sorry, I have to go. Besides, isn’t this when you dismiss me with one of your charming phrases?”
His silence said he wasn’t too happy with that sassy comment, especially when he’d just apologized. “No. This is where you stay the night and sleep with me,” he said tersely, sitting up on the bed.
Her heart did a little dance but Lucy tried to still it as she thrust her legs into her pants. “I don’t think so, Holden.” She met his gaze bravely and figured she ought to speak the truth. “I don’t want any complications and this—whatever this is—seems very complicated. It doesn’t really fit into my plans.”
He crossed his arms over his chest and looked at her, mildly amused. “It’s not like I planned this either Lucy, but I sure don’t remember anyone giving me a choice.”
She pursed
her lips in thought while she buttoned her shirt. He was, in fact, correct, because nobody had asked her either. Whenever she looked at him, every shred of control and decency within her vanished into nothingness. And as if by magic, whenever he touched her—whenever he placed those big, strong hands on her skin—he became as essential to her as the air she breathed, somehow making everything else seem pointless and meaningless. She wanted him to no reason. “Well, if we’re even going to do this sort of thing,” she found herself saying, “we need to do it strictly off business hours. I don’t want this to affect my job…I hope you understand?”
He looked greatly annoyed, his eyebrows joining over his nose in a fierce scowl. “I’m sorry, but I am not sticking to a schedule. When I want to fuck you, I need to fuck you, and I’m not going to wait like a schoolboy for the bell to ring—I don’t think I even could. There are twenty-four fucking hours in a day, Miss Divine, and you’ve put me through hell long enough.”
Lucy gritted her teeth while she scanned the room for her shoes. What did she expect from a man who got everything he wanted, whenever he wanted? Certainly not meek compliance. “Then let’s just forget it. I’m not willing to jeopardize my job because of this.”
“Oh no?” His brows rose in amusement. “Usually people think it helps their position if they sleep with their bosses.”
“And I am not one of those people!” she cried, spotting her shoes under the skirt of the bed and bending down to retrieve them. “Now, will that be all Mr. Holden?” she asked haughtily when she straightened, thrusting her feet into her pumps.
“No. Come to bed.”
“I said no. Good night!” she said as she yanked open his bedroom door.
“Don’t forget my breakfast tomorrow, Miss Divine,” he called back just as the door slammed shut behind her.
Patrick stared at the closed door and cursed.
What the hell was her problem, and why was she so pissed after a mind-boggling, toe-curling, totally incredible orgasm? He’d shuddered for almost a full minute. It just had to be a record.
Yes, he’d told himself repeatedly that sleeping with Lucy Divine was not one of his brightest ideas, but he’d figured after plenty of sleepless nights that indulging in a little sex with her would be the only possible way to get her out of his system. Out of his freaking mind.
True, he’d first thought it would be better to have sex with Miranda MacFadden. Lord knows she’d been very willing. He just figured he could close his eyes and pretend she was his very sexy bombshell assistant. And yet, the MacFadden woman didn’t inspire so much as a quiver in him, and he’d been damned glad to send her off the other night when he’d realized that to get his friend down under to respond to her, he was going to need either a tow truck or Viagra.
Now Miss Divine…all she had to do was look at him and wham, just like that he was hard for her. It was only natural that with these sorts of reactions toward her, Holden sure as hell hadn’t planned to spend his whole life wondering what she’d be like. What she kissed like. Tasted like. Moaned like. And God, she was perfect. There was no way in hell he was going to stay away from her now.
The more he thought about it, the more he realized there was nothing wrong with getting seriously involved with his assistant. On the contrary, it felt too damned right. So damned right, in fact, that it was downright scary, but if Holden had anything going for him, it was courage. Determination. After a bit of initial confusion, he now knew exactly what he wanted—crystal clear. And as a man accustomed to taking charge of a situation, he would gladly take on any obstacle, any barrier, any challenge, as long as he got that precious little body and that sassy little mouth as his prize.
At this time, the only apparent obstacle seemed to be her anger. Where did that come from? Miss Divine was nothing if not practical and levelheaded. Why on Earth did he let her leave? He should have hauled her butt back into bed and made love to her again—forcefully if he must.
She’d better not be angry tomorrow, because he didn’t want to waste any precious time fighting. Not when they could be rolling around naked, kissing, touching. Fucking. Maybe he needed to get her something, a gift, something to make her happy, something to get rid of that anger. Women loved that sort of shit and Patrick was sure his mother would know about these things, so maybe he should ask her to choose something for Lucy tomorrow. It would give his mother something to do because Holden already had plans for the delectable Miss Divine tomorrow, and they sure didn’t involve his mother.
Yes, a gift was just the thing to bring a smile to Lucy’s delectable, sensual little mouth. Just the thing to make her dote on him.
It wasn’t fair that he should be the only poor tortured soul in this relationship, already drooling all over her while she walked out on him—with no apparent remorse whatsoever and no concern for anything but her job.
A little trinket would take care of this problem for sure.
Four
“Good morning,” Lucy said cheerily to the three secretaries the next day. Zero out of three answered but then Lucy hadn’t expected them to, so she merely knocked on the elaborate wooden double doors and waited for Holden’s command to enter.
From the outward cool she projected, she knew Holden would never guess she was so excited by the mere prospect of seeing him. When she stepped into his office, dressed in a black knee-length skirt and matching jacket, his box of donuts in hand, she briskly closed the door behind her and tried to act professional and stick to her off-business-hours-only plan.
“Good morning, beautiful,” he said from behind his desk.
Lucy felt the heat creep to her cheeks but she prayed he wouldn’t notice as she crossed the room toward his desk.
Without taking his eyes off her, Holden pressed an intercom button on his phone and spoke into the receiver. “Hold my calls, Rhonda.”
Not waiting for Bitch Number Two to respond, Holden leaned back on his swivel chair, crossed his arms behind his head and for the first time ever, Lucy noticed he was smiling. It was a pure, wide, beautiful smile that shone all the way up to his eyes. “Actually, that’s not the breakfast I had in mind,” he said when his eyes landed on the white cardboard box she’d just placed atop his desk.
She stared at him, dumbfounded. “You never mentioned wanting anything else,” she said, disconcerted.
He eyed her seriously. “How about…you. On my desk. For breakfast.”
Although a pool of wetness immediately flooded her panties, Lucy narrowed her eyes at him. “I thought I said I didn’t want this interfering with my job.”
He rolled his eyes. “Ah yes, God forbid I interfere with an errand.”
Standing, he walked toward her with slow, sure footsteps that thumped threateningly on the wooden floor.
“Holden, no.”
He took her shoulders in his hands and squeezed gently, his eyes boring into hers. “In case you haven’t noticed, I’m the boss here—not you.”
“But…you can’t order me around. This is personal.”
“Fine. I’ll ask nicely. Will you please lie naked on my desk so I can screw you?”
“No.”
“So much for good manners. Now you can understand why I think people should take their good manners and shove them up their—”
“I have to go, Holden. I’ve got things to do. Errands.”
“No you don’t. You’re taking the day off. Forget the caviar and the suits.”
“But your costume for the benefit—”
“You can find me a costume after I’ve had my way with you, Miss Divine. Now, if you’re about finished? I’d like to kiss you now,” he said, his voice dropping a notch.
Bending his head, he slowly nudged her nose with his just before his lips brushed over hers. It was only a fleeting touch, but enough to make her melt and burn. She held her breath, her eyes drifting shut just as his tongue darted out to trace a wet path along the seams of her lips. With a soft little sigh, she parted them and his tongue greedily slipped into her
mouth seconds before he locked his lips completely over hers. It was a slow, passionate kiss…one that made her desperately ache for more. She fisted her hands in his silky black hair and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss, feeling starved and thirsty for him.
He groaned deep in his throat.
She moaned within hers.
Without breaking the kiss, Holden wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her, stumbling around his desk toward the swivel chair. He fell back onto it and she fell on top of him, straddling him with her thighs, her skirt rising up to her hips, all the while their lips glued together and their tongues insatiable, their breaths loud and haggard. He kissed her fiercely while his hands pulled off her jacket and briskly unbuttoned her shirt. Growling with pure male satisfaction after discarding both, his hands cupped the flesh of her breasts and squeezed possessively, tugging the fabric of her bra sideways to expose her nipples. He bent forward and sucked one into his mouth. As he suckled and milked her, the muscles of her cunt contracted harshly, mimicking the same rhythm as his mouth sucking on her breast.
She gasped at the tingling, painful sensation and rocked her hips against him, trying to ease her need with the large, stiff bulge nestled snugly between her legs. It scraped her, scorched her, tempted her. Suddenly she needed to taste him, all of him, inside her mouth. His strength, his fullness, his desire.
He wasn’t too happy when she pulled her breast from his lips. A harsh, raw snarl quite efficiently told her so.
But Lucy had a serious mission to perform—a matter of life and death. She needed him in her mouth now.
Sliding her body down the length of his, she knelt, settling between his muscular thighs and pulling down his zipper. Sticking her hand inside his crisp white underwear, she pulled out his huge cock and wet her panties even further.
The loud, needy sound of a starved person that echoed in his office actually came from her. It tore from her lips when she bent her head down to take him into her mouth. Shuddering, he threw his head back and squeezed out a harsh, wheezing breath through his teeth.