“Who is this guy, Rockefeller?” Justine surveys my desk with a smirk. “That’s like the fourth delivery this week.”
“Fifth,” I answer with a sigh. My cubicle is filled to the brim with roses, chocolates, and even a five-foot stuffed teddy-bear. “He sent candy too. Godiva. You want some?”
“Uh, hell yes!”
Justine attacks the gold-wrapped box, biting into a truffle with a moan. “What are you looking so blue about?” She pauses, noticing my expression. “If I had a man showering me with extravagant gifts, I’d be over the moon. Is he ugly?” she adds, looking sympathetic. “Small? Like, Tiny Texan?” She wiggles her pinky finger.
“No, definitely not.” I flashback to Vaughn’s massive member and blush. “But he’s a client, I can’t date him. It’s the rules.”
“Screw the rules.” Justine helps herself to another chocolate. “Remember that super-fine lawyer on the Bulway case last year? I screwed him in the stationary closet between depositions.”
I gape. “But he was opposition counsel.”
“And I was opposed to letting his fine ass walk out of here without sampling the goods.” Justine snickers. “If this guy’s working so hard to get your attention, what are you scared of?”
What am I scared of?
That’s the question I ask myself for the hundredth time as I go hide in the stacks of the law library upstairs. Saying he’s a client is only an excuse. Justine isn’t the only one who breaks the rules -- everyone fraternizes with clients around here. And it’s not like I’m dating anyone else.
No, I have no excuses to cling to anymore. Vaughn is smart, edgy, and sexy as hell. Every time we meet, it’s like a tug of war—a battle to see who will come out on top. I never thought I’d like this kind of thing, but it’s so hot I can’t imagine wanting anything else. And he’s already given me the most thrilling, dirty sexual experience of my life.
I go to sleep at night wet and aching, remembering the feel of his thick hardness in my hands, imagining that my wandering fingers are his own -- searching for a release that is nowhere near as earth-shattering as the one he’s given me.
That’s the problem, the secret I can’t tell Justine: it scares me, how quickly my body responds to him. How my good sense goes flying out the window the moment he comes around. I’ve never felt anything like it, and God, that terrifies me somehow, knowing how much I want him. There’s a darkness to him that I’ve never known before, a mystery I can’t help but want to solve. This man has secrets, and I’m just longing to discover them all. I’ve never felt this way before. And to be totally honest, I’m scared. Scared to take that step over the ledge and let it all go.
What would it be like to surrender completely? Let him make good on all those filthy promises, show me the pleasure I know he has in his grasp.
“You’re hiding from me.”
I close my eyes at the sound of his voice, so sexy and rasping. I should have known he’d come find me. That he wouldn’t give up the chase, not even for a minute.
“Other guys would take the hint.” I open my eyes to find him leaning against a stack of law books, watching me with amusement. There’s an annoyed edge in my voice, thank God; the second he spoke, I felt a clench in my thighs but at least I still sound like I’m keeping my cool.
“I’m not like other guys.” Vaughn strolls closer. “But you already know that. Did you get my flowers?”
I nod. “And candy. And jewelry. What did you do, clean out the Hallmark store?”
Vaughn grins. “I looked, but I couldn’t find a card that says, ‘Congratulations on your hand job.’”
My pulse kicks. We’re alone in the library stacks, and God, that look in his eyes makes my stomach curl in a tight knot of anticipation.
“What do you want?” I whisper, knowing the answer already.
“It’s not what I want,” he says conversationally, starting to roll up the cuffs of his shirt. He does one arm and then the other, his skin golden and dusted with hair beneath the crisp cotton. “It’s what I’m going to do. I’m going to eat you out, right here, right now.”
My legs go weak. I want to counter, to say something quick, but all I can do is sink back against the bookcase.
“I’m going to gorge on you, sweetheart.” Vaughn leans in, his breath hot on my cheek, his eyes glittering, dark and full of wicked promise. “I’m going to lick that pretty little clit of yours until you want to scream. You’re going to be begging for my cock by the time I’m through with you. But you won’t make a sound, will you? Because somebody will hear. And we don’t want anyone to know.”
Oh my God.
I’ve never heard a guy talk like this before -- never felt so turned on. Before I can pull my brain back together to respond, Vaughn sinks to his knees in front of me. I’m wearing heels today, so his face is level with my crotch. He reaches out, and deliberately pushes my skirt up my thighs. Higher, higher, until it’s bunched around my waists and I’m totally exposed to him, the silk of my panties already damp between my thighs.
“Stockings.” Vaughn teases a finger around the band, pulling them down. I shudder at his touch. He looks up at me with a smirk. “Wear these when I fuck you.”
Then without another word, he leans in and grasps the front of my panties in his teeth, yanking them down and letting them fall in a heap around my feet. Then he takes my ankles in each hand, lifting my feet free of my panties and pushing them apart so I’m spread wide to him.
“Hold on,” he says. “Lock your knees so you don’t fall.”
I gasp for air, reaching up to cling onto the edge of the bookcase. I should say something, do something. I can’t believe I’m doing this: naked from the waist-down in the back aisle of the law library. Anyone could come looking for a book back here. Anyone could see me like this, him kneeling between my thighs, his hands sliding up the inside of my legs.
Dirty. Forbidden. So totally hot.
In our game of bluffs, Vaughn is totally winning right now. And I don’t care.
I close my eyes and tilt my head back.
“No, watch,” he orders. I snap my eyes open again.
“I want you to watch me lick your pussy,” he says, his eyes still fixed on mine. He slips his hand between my legs and lightly strokes over my wetness. I gasp, my whole body trembling at his touch. “I want you to watch me fuck you with my tongue.”
I stifle a moan. Pleasure crashes through me. Already my body is shaking as Vaughn teases me, rubbing softly around my entrance, over my clit, back down lower again.
“Say it,” he orders.
“What?” I gasp. His thumb swirls around my clit again, but it’s not enough, I’m already aching, desperate for more.
“Tell me what you want me to do.”
I can’t. Saying it would be admitting defeat, waving a white flag before plummeting into a totally new universe. But as I hesitate, the pressure against me eases and I stifle a cry. Vaughn is waiting, watching me with that detached, powerful gaze. My whole body is beating with impatience now, swaying towards his hand.
If I say it, he’ll win.
I look down at him, just inches from me and I feel another surge of anticipation.
Fine. Let him win.
“Touch me,” I gasp. “Lick me. Please, I need your mouth.”
“Good girl.”
Vaughn dips his head and licks up against me, hot and wet against my clit.
I cry out, clamping one hand over my mouth to muffle the sound as his tongue laps and probes, over and over, an agonizingly sweet pressure. He’s ravenous, devouring me, sucking at the tender flesh, then licking lower, swirling around my entrance and plunging his tongue deep inside me.
Holy shit.
Pleasure crashes through me. My legs give way, I sink against him, but he just pulls my legs around his neck, lifting me up as if I weigh nothing and slamming me back against the bookcase. His tongue plunges deeper inside me and God, I can feel the wave already, cresting higher, lightening in my veins.
Suddenly, a shiver rolls down my body that has nothing to do with Vaughn: a shock of unease, like someone’s watching us. I glance around, my heart racing, but we’re alone in the stacks. I can’t see anyone, and--
Oh!
Vaughn shifts me, licking back up to my clit, and fuck, now he’s plunging two fingers deep inside where his tongue once was, stretching me, curving up higher, fucking me in a relentless rhythm as his tongue laps at my clit. I forget everything, I can’t take it, the sensation crashes over me, it’s too much. I struggle in his arms but his grip on me won’t let up. He laps harder, faster, forcing a third finger into my aching channel as he takes my clit between his lips and sucks, hard.
I shatter with a cry, coming, coming, coming over his lips, his wicked tongue until I’m spent and gasping in his arms.