Her pupils nearly swallowed her irises in the low light of the garage. He was close enough to her that her scent, the sweet spice of her perfume, the simple clean smell of her shampoo and soap blocked out the acrid stench of heated asphalt and melting rubber.
Nothing happened as time stretched between them. They stood, swaying to the music their chemistry made, not touching, as desire hung in the air like sweet smoke.
At last he broke the moment when he couldn't resist touching her any longer. He brought one of his hands up to her waist, then tucked it in between her jacket and her body. Her blouse was cool and smooth as he slid his palm over the curve of her hip, up and across her breast, cupping it through her bra. Her nipple beaded instantly against his palm.
'This is such a bad idea.' Her voice was the merest whisper and held no conviction at all.
It was a bad idea. Stupid. Foolhardy even. But he wasn't going to stop. Need for her beat at his senses. The rational part of him knew they were in public but it wasn't being heard by the rest of him who wanted to cover her body with his and fuck her.
'Are you wet?' He kept his voice very low but she heard him.
She nodded without speaking, looking entranced.
'Are you wearing any panties?'
She nodded again. He caught sight of the flutter of her pulse at the base of her neck. Her lips parted and she arched into his hand.
With his other hand, he inched the material of her skirt upwards. He groaned when his fingertips brushed the top of her stocking. The difference between the lace and then the silk of her bare thigh shot to his cock. Under her clothes she wore stockings and expensive lingerie. He loved the seeming contradiction of her, naughty and proper all mixed together like the dirtiest college professor fantasy ever.
That would be a fun game to play sometime. He smiled inwardly. They would have time for all sorts of games now that she was so close.
'Do you want me to touch your cunt? Put my fingers in it? Play with your clit? Fuck you right out here? Is that what you want?'
Her breath came quickly until she swallowed hard and licked her lips. 'Yes. Yes to all that.'
It was as if Kate watched herself on a movie screen. Standing out in a public parking lot, a man pinching and twisting her nipple through her bra while the other hand, oh Christ, burrowed under her panties and fingered her. Unreal. Wrong and stupid and so ridiculously hot she burned for it.
The breath shot from her lungs over and over and she widened her thighs. He hummed his satisfaction and thrust two fingers deep into her cunt while his thumb played across her slippery, swollen cit.
Good. So fucking good. His hands on her, playing her in a way no other man ever had. Had ever dared to. Charles Dixon knew what she wanted, even if she was afraid to admit it to herself. Which terrified and titillated all at the same time.
She'd grabbed his waistband to keep her feet but realised how close the bounty of his cock was. Making quick work of his zipper, she wrapped her palm around his cock and gave it a pump.
He groaned, flexing his hips. 'Yes. Grip me tighter.' His voice was taut and it made her dizzy as his breath stirred the strand of hair near her ear.
She caught the scent of her body, of her honey, heard the wet sound of his fingers inside her pussy. Higher and higher she went as his thumb worked her clit. She rolled her hips, grinding herself into his hand.
Taking what she wanted from him. What she needed. She smeared the slickness across the head of his cock as he began to seep pre-come. She'd entertained the idea of coming at the same time but quickly rejected it as she teetered on the edge of climax and then fell over.
Her gaze never left his as her cunt convulsed around his fingers, as her breath caught and she tamped down a moan.
A moan that escaped when he brought the hand he'd used on her pussy to his cock, making himself wet with her lube.
She watched the stalk of him, glistening with her. Watched and held her breath as a tremor worked through her thighs.
Dix smiled as her mouth made an appetising little 'O' when he wetted himself with her scalding hot juices. He was so close he fished a handkerchief from his pocket.
He wanted her to suck him off. To get on her knees in that parking lot and surround him with her mouth, his hand gripping her hair as he fucked her that way. To know the asphalt dug into her skin but she wouldn't care. All she'd want was his cock in her mouth.
Not today. It was pushing it too far as it was to be doing what they were. But he couldn't stop and he'd never forget the way she looked as her panic and resistance had melted into submission to the pleasure he delivered.
'I wish I was inside you now, your cunt wrapped around me as I drove into you over and over,' he murmured as he fucked her fist.
She licked her lips and he only barely resisted kissing her. If someone saw them it might look suspicious but his back was to the open part of the garage. But if he kissed her, that would be in view of anyone who walked by.
'I wish you were inside me too,' she whispered back.
In retrospect, he dimly registered external sounds but had ignored them as he'd hurtled towards orgasm.
'Mr Dixon?'
Kate jumped back and he quickly tucked himself back in but it was too late. When he turned he faced Carlina, and there was no doubt she knew exactly what was going on.
Shit. Shit and shit again.
Kate moved away from him and he reached out, cuffing her wrist. He didn't want her to leave.
'What is it, Carlina?' he asked like he hadn't been doing anything more than talking. He wished the surprise had deflated his cock. He knew he'd be in serious pain in a few minutes. He'd been about two seconds from coming.
'What the hell is going on here?' Carlina crossed her arms over her chest and glared. 'Who is that?'
Kate shook herself free and moved to grab the files on his seat.
'All this time I make myself available to you and you tell me you don't mix business and personal. You're un-fuckingbelievable!' 'Carlina, is there a business reason you're here? You're out of line just now.' Dix moved within grabbing distance in case Kate tried to bolt.
'I said, "Who is that?"' Carlina was looking kind of nuts.
'Miss, I suggest you take a deep breath and get hold of yourself.' Kate's voice was cool, detached, professional.
'Oh, you can go to hell! He's only using you to fuck, you know. It's what he does. God knows I've watched it enough over the years.'
This was going bad in a hurry.
'I'm going to leave you to handle this situation. I'll see you inside.' Kate moved to walk away but Carlina stepped in her way.
'I suggest you take yourself over a few steps and let me pass.' Kate had no idea what was going on but she got the gist of it. This little bimbo had it bad for Charles Dixon. Had he been fucking her on the side? There was a lot she didn't know about Dix. She didn't think he'd be involved with a subordinate but he was a highly sexual man. Who knew for sure? 'You think you can just come into town and snag him?'
Ignoring her totally, Kate turned to Dix and raised an eyebrow. 'Charles, you need to handle this.'
Dix exhaled violently. 'Carlina, let Ms Edwards pass and get yourself under control.'
'This is Katherine Edwards?' Carlina looked her up and down with a sneer. 'You've got to be kidding me. Dix, what does she have that I don't? Certainly not tits.'
Class perhaps? Self-control? Kate pulled herself short on the last one. Hell, if she had self-control she wouldn't have been standing in a public parking garage with a man's dick in her hand. In any case, just because Kate didn't put them on display and carry them around on a serving tray didn't mean she didn't have any breasts.
She reined herself in. This wasn't high school and she wasn't going to get into some hair-pulling match over some guy.
'You're making a scene,' Kate said calmly. 'What I'm doing here and who I am is none of your concern. Your behaviour, however, when it involves me, is mine. Now you get yourself under control and stop thi
s tantrum immediately or I'll call the police.'
'There's no need for that, right, Carlina? Come on now, this is a silly misunderstanding,' Dix intervened.
Kate sent him a look designed to singe his eyelashes off and stalked straight at the bimbo, who did move aside once it was clear Kate wasn't going to stop.
She went into the building, head swimming with vicious little I-told-you-sos. This was what happened when you made the wrong choices.
If it got out that she . . . oh God. Kate inhaled sharply and headed towards the business centre to pick up the faxes. Then she'd look at the files and deal with doing her job. It was all she could do at the moment and it would keep her from obsessing on all the 'what if' scenarios her brain would want to cook up.
18
'Looks like your girlfriend is pissed off. What do you think the bigwigs in town would think if they knew you were fucking a co-worker?' Carlina taunted.
Christ, had she always been so petty?
He ground his teeth to cut off the scathing remark he'd wanted to make. One of them needed to be in control. 'You're being wildly unprofessional and inappropriate. I don't know what your problem is, but I suggest you get it under control immediately. A written notice will be going into your file that you've been reprimanded for unprofessional behaviour. My private activities are none of your business. This is something I've been quite clear to you about over the time you've worked for me. And lastly, but most importantly, don't threaten me.'
'You think I'm just some dumb blonde to be shoved aside at the first sign of pussy?'
Dix wanted to laugh. Yes, he was thinking she was a bimbo but if she had any idea just how much pussy he got she'd probably be even more unhappy than she was at that moment.
Still, what wasn't a laughing matter was her behaviour. It was one thing to be upset and to feel shoved aside, but he'd never acted in anything other than a professional, detached manner with Carlina. Sure he checked out her tits, God knew she shoved them in his face often enough. But he'd been a man long enough to know how to be discreet about that sort of thing.
He certainly couldn't have her working for him after this display. At the same time, he now had to think very carefully about his next steps because of the risks to Kate and his job. Carlina could do damage even though she had no real leg to stand on. And Kate was spooked enough as it was.
'I think you should leave now. Go to work or, better yet, take the day off for some mental health time.' He'd talk with Leah about this situation later on. In the meantime, he'd check up on Carlina's office behaviour and figure out how he'd deal with Kate.
'If you think you can just shove me to the side you're out of your mind, Charles Dixon! If you can't see what you're missing, others sure can. Fuck off.' She turned and stomped to her car, got in and drove away, leaving the stench of burned rubber in her wake.
With a muttered curse, he headed back to wards the hotel. And Kate.
'Katherine, may I speak with you for a moment?'
Kate halted, holding the files and faxes against her chest like a shield.
'We've got a session later this morning. I really do need to go over these files and the faxes that've just arrived.' She kept her voice even, despite wanting to kick herself at what she'd allowed in the parking garage.
'That's a good idea. Let's do that. Let's go somewhere quiet then, shall we?' He took her arm and began to steer her towards the elevator.
'There's a small room in the business centre we can use.' She was so not going to let him in her hotel room. They'd end up fucking and she didn't know if she was angry with him or not. She knew she was angry at herself though.
'We're dealing with issues of confidentiality, Katherine. Let's use your room.' He used that 'reasonable man' voice, the legal one. What the hell could she say?
She wanted to growl her annoyance but instead she sighed and shook her arm free discreetly before heading into the elevator.
Once they got inside the room, she held a hand out to ward him off. 'We aren't having sex so don't even think about it.'
'Kate, darling, I'll think about it all I want. I like to think about it. In fact, I think about it all the time. Even when I'm actually having sex with you I think about having sex with you. What can I say? You inspire me.' The arrogant prick tossed himself effortlessly into one of the chairs and smirked at her. 'For the time being though, I think we need to discuss what just happened in the garage.'
'I thought it was women who always wanted to talk things out.' She frowned and sat way out of his reach.
'You're such a smart woman but really, so fucking defensive. You're angry, just say so.'
Her blood pressure shot up ten points. 'Don't. Don't you fucking take that smug male tone with me. You're the one who has some crazy secretary ready to boil my damned bunny.' Not to mention the woman totally needed to do her roots. Kate wanted to ask how much he paid Carlina because she needed a raise to go to the salon more often.
A snicker boiled up but she dug her nails into her palm to keep it inside. She'd share it later with Leah. God, Leah was going to shit her pants when she got wind of that scene downstairs.
Obviously caught off guard, he laughed. 'My apologies for any tone taken. I would really like to discuss why you're angry and what happened down there. Because I care about your perception and feelings.'
'All right, your secretary is unstable and if my intuition is correct –my intuition as an attorney –she's going to be trouble. For both of us most likely. Are you involved with her?'
He grinned. 'Would it bother you if I was?'
She narrowed her eyes and bared her teeth at him.
He put his hands up in surrender, laughing. 'I'm sorry about that. I was teasing. And can you blame me? Kate, you're great fun to tease. No, I'm not involved with her. I don't get personally involved with the people I work with. Never a subordinate.' He paused and looked up at her in a rather fetching manner. The gleam in his eye told her he had something of a sexual manner to say next. 'Although, can I say I have had this rather filthy fantasy about you playing my secretary? I bend you over my desk and fuck you so hard all the stuff falls off the top. Yeah, I've had that one more than a few times. Makes it hard to stand up after I've been at my desk for a while.'
A flush bloomed outwards from her gut. 'Can we please get back on topic?' She wanted to laugh but if she did it would only encourage him. Not that the idea of being bent over his desk while he fucked her from behind wasn't alluring but they had to deal with psycho assistant first.
'Yes. I'd say I was sorry but I'm not. I like you, Kate. I'm attracted to you. I enjoy being with you but I also respect you.'
She crossed her legs, pretending to be prim but really she wanted to squeeze her thighs together to ease the ache. 'Thank you for that. Now, back to your assistant. Have you had problems with her before? You're going to need to note today's incident in her personnel file. Talk to Leah about it. You have to document this accurately and carefully for future reference. If you have problems in the future you want to be able to terminate her without any problems. Is she vindictive? Has she had problems with other employees in the past? Does she have access to key files and information?'
Dix had been about to tease her again when it hit him. He stood up. 'Fuck, I'm an idiot. She made a comment about . . . I need to get to a computer and a phone. I need to see if she's accessing any files she's not supposed to.'
'My laptop is here but you'd be better off in the business centre with faster computers and non-spotty wireless.' They headed for the door. 'Did you at least have her sign the new confidentiality and non-compete stuff I sent over last month?' This could be an even bigger nightmare if he hadn't. Thank God she'd sent them when she had.
'Yes. Everyone in legal did.'
They got off the elevator and headed down the hall to the business centre. 'Excellent. That's one problem down anyway. I'm going to look over all this.' She indicated the files and other papers. 'I'll just be in the next room. Let me know if you
need my help.'
19
Leah held her breath when she entered the conference room, but, although there were many people mingling around in it, not one of them was six foot four and still growing with dark silky hair that begged for her fingers to fist inside it. The room itself had been impeccably prepared with a dozen small touches nobody else would have noticed but her: the extra stack of legal pads and container of pens with the hotel logo on the table near the front, the already pulled down screen for the presenters, the extra bowls of hard candies on the tables. Details she hadn't requested yet appreciated.
But no Brandon to thank for them.
Maybe she'd gone overboard last night, she thought as she nodded and greeted men and women whose names she knew, most of whom she'd hired, but had never met in person. Maybe she'd scared him off. Or, more likely, freaked him out.