Turn your face to the sun and the shadows fall behind you.
-Maori Proverb
Karma awoke the next morning with a spring in her step and a smile on her face. A deep ache that had nothing to do with too much Pilates core work pulsed in her belly.
The things Mark had done to her last night! With just his hand. There had to be laws against experiencing that much pleasure.
As she got ready for work, an odd sensation pulsed between her legs, making her breathless. It sort of felt like driving really fast over a small dip in the road, making her stomach flutter for an exhilarating split second. Only, in this case, it wasn’t her stomach that fluttered. It was her girl parts. And the quivering, blossoming feeling didn’t diminish. It simmered and rolled constantly, stealing her breath, and she could barely think of anything other than Mark. His hand. His fingers touching her, probing, stimulating her G-spot. And—oh!—there she went again, her body flying as butterflies took flight in her core.
She had never experienced such acute erotic awareness. She felt like a sexual Christopher Columbus, discovering her body and the pleasure it could give.
Stepping onto the stoop outside her apartment building, she took a moment to stop, close her eyes, listen to the morning birdsong, and absorb the first rays of sun on her face. When she opened her eyes again, the sky seemed brighter, the grass greener, the air more crisp. And she had yet to stop smiling.
She’d had her first official orgasm…with a man.
Maybe she was silly for getting so excited about what had happened last night, but she didn’t care. To her, this was huge. Her first touchdown, her first home run, her first half-court buzzer beater. A major achievement in not only her sexual growth, but also in her growth as a woman. She felt like even though she had lost her virginity six years ago, she had still been a virgin last night, and now Mark had taken her flower, even though he had yet to pluck her petals with more than just his fingers.
But that day would come, and when it did, what came before would be nothing. After last night, she was convinced Mark would deliver in spades on all his promises.
Her phone dinged inside her purse and she pulled it out. She smiled more brightly when she saw Mark’s text.
Truth or truth?
She giggled and replied, Um, let me think. Truth.
He replied a few moments later. If you had to choose between $10,000 and being able to easily have multiple orgasms for the rest of your life, which would you pick?
Karma laughed. After last night, I think I’m sold on multiple orgasms.
Me, too. Last night WAS rather impressive. I can still feel you quivering against me.
So can I. Now stop talking like that. I have to be at work soon, and you’re turning me on.
She got inside her car just as her phone dinged again.
See you at work. PS You’re turning me on, too.
How was she going to make it through her day with him just a glance away? It was only seven thirty, and she was already aroused.
Once at work, she practically skipped up the stairs then nonchalantly peeked into the conference room.
Disappointment deflated her. Mark wasn’t in, yet. That was a first. He was almost always there before her. She assumed he had texted from the office.
She set about logging in to her computer and checking her e-mail, but her mind remained distracted, and she squirmed against the ache between her legs.
This was going to be a long day.
“Good morning.”
Karma spun around to see the Adonis named Mark Strong stroll up the hall. He was dressed in charcoal grey slacks and a sleek, burgundy pullover. His hair was still damp. The beguiled smirk on his face told her he was still thinking about last night.
“Good morning.” She pulled herself together.
He stopped at her desk. “Nice blouse.” His chin dipped as he dropped his gaze to her navy blue top.
“Thank you. It’s new.”
Heat passed between them.
“You had a pleasant evening, I assume?” He made no motion to depart.
Her cheeks flushed. “Yes. Very. You?” These platonic games they played were so fun.
Mark’s grin widened. One thick, dark brow lifted, and he lowered his voice. “I’m never late for work, Miss Mason. Never. But for some reason, I just couldn’t seem to get out of bed this morning.”
She checked the clock on her computer. It was ten minutes after eight. She glanced at him. Her lips parted, but no words came out.
He leaned closer. “I had a very good night.” His voice lowered further. “And a very good morning, as well.”
Could the heat around her desk have been any more tropical? Lust burned her, and she wanted to follow him into the conference room and climb onto his lap.
Good thing no one was around to see them, because they would have witnessed sparks flying in all directions. If Mark wasn’t careful, she would throw aside propriety, shove him into the conference room, lock the door, and ride him like a cowgirl for the next hour.
Yeah, right. In her fantasies maybe. Brazenly having sex in the office was not something she could do. Not even close. She was too conservative. Maybe she had entered the land of the sexually affluent last night, but that didn’t mean she was totally reformed.
“Would you mind getting my coffee, Miss Mason?” Mark said, standing up straight. “I’ve got to make up some time this morning. Besides, it always tastes just a little bit better when you add the sugar.” With a wink, he spun on his heel and walked to the conference room.
The rest of the day was pure torture. Karma could barely concentrate, and more than once she found herself staring off in a daze, her thoughts replaying last night over and over. His talented finger, finding her G-spot, the way he effortlessly unfurled its power, the way his tongue danced over her nipples, and the press of his body in the darkness.
Mark had her downright hypnotized. Entranced. Mentally enchanted and so heavily aroused that she had to slip away midmorning for a quick release in the ladies room. And then again in the afternoon. She had never pleasured herself at work before, but in one day, Mark had so enraptured her that once wasn’t enough.
She was turning into a damn nympho. And you know what? Fine with her.