She should turn and run. Go home sick until she found a plausible excuse. Right about now her mind had gone completely blank. He'd feel sorry for her, she knew. Parson was a nice guy, more or less. There was just the right touch of asshole in him to make him interesting, but not enough to kill a woman’s interest. He would look at her with those eyes, and she would see the pity. Damn it, she didn't want his pity.
But just as she was about to turn away and tiptoe into her boss’s office with a sob story about some kind of sudden illness, Parson looked up. His stare pinned her to the spot. Oh God, his eyes really were hot. Right now they were searing her. She should run. Just turn tail and get the heck out of dodge. But she couldn’t move. Parson’s gaze seemed to burn right through the heavy sweater and skirt. Did her bra just get a size too small, or had her nipples grown about an inch? It was just so wrong to be this turned on by the sight of a man who was madder than hell at her.
“Interesting reading.” That was odd. He didn’t sound like he pitied her, he sounded pissed. There was certainly anger in his eyes, and something else too. Something she couldn't name.
“I’m sorry.” Of course. She should’ve considered the possibility he might be upset finding he was the subject of a co-worker’s tawdry imagination. Parson didn't seem like the uptight type, but she barely knew him despite having worked with him for three years. “I didn’t mean to...I mean, I never meant for you to see it.” Never meant for anyone to see it.
Parson stalked toward her, expression fierce. How messed up was it that she got wet in response, her nipples tightening into granite? He didn't stop until he was directly in front of her, their bodies touching ever so slightly. Dontae was caught between the urge to run versus the urge to press closer. In the end she did neither, just waited for whatever he had to say.
“For three goddamn years I have watched you, wanted you, needed you. You rebuffed me at every turn. Pretended I didn’t exist. And now I find this?” Parson already had a deep voice, but now it vibrated with suppressed anger, mixed with a healthy dose of desire. He held up the book, his jaw clenched, looking like he just might push her against the wall and fuck her right there. God, that was so hot! “Everything you wrote in this book, you could have had. And now you’re going to have it all.” Her knees buckled ever so slightly. Holy crap, this was really happening. “Equipment room D in five minutes, Dontae. Don’t be late.”
Oh damn! That really just happened! There wasn’t anything in his expression to indicate he was anything less than dead serious. Leaning against the wall, Dontae pressed her hand to her chest in a futile effort to get her heart to slow down.
Ohmygawd, ohmygawd, ohmygawd
! The man of her fevered dreams just went from damned sexy to straight Alpha-gotta-do-him in the bat of an eyelash.
Just as he started to walk away, it occurred to her he still had her notebook.
“Um, Parson?” He turned, but didn't say anything. Just arched his brow and waited. Almost daring her. Dontae swallowed hard then pointed to the book. “Can I get my journal back?”
“No.” Dontae opened her mouth, then closed it. What could she say? The one-word statement was said in a way that left no doubt this wasn't open to negotiation. “The book stays with me. The next time you have a fantasy, you will tell me.
I
will write it down, just to be sure we don’t miss a single scenario.”
“What?” That didn’t mean what she thought it did. It couldn’t. He couldn’t be thinking....
“We are going to go to act out each and every one of these little stories, then make up some of our own.” Parson walked back to where she stood, bending down so they were nose to nose. “Don't ever try to hide from me again, Dontae. And you now have three minutes. Not a second more.”
Although he had been the one to issue the ultimatum, Parson was shaking a little as he entered the seldom-visited equipment room. It was the very same room Dontae had mentioned in the first story he’d read. There was not a lot a space to maneuver, but there was a table against the back wall, about waist high. Looking at it now, it was impossible not to imagine Dontae spread open for him there. Soon she would be. How strange a day that’d started out like any other had twisted and turned, bringing him the opportunity of a lifetime. He was bound and determined to make it count.
Glancing at his watch, he noted she had a little less than a minute to show. Would she? What would he do if she didn’t? The answer wasn’t really forthcoming, but he wasn’t going to ignore this thing between them. So much wasted time believing the other person wasn’t interested. Perhaps it was his fault. Maybe if he had pushed a little more, been a little more forthright. But then, he had a feeling Dontae would’ve run from that. In the end, maybe this was better. Now there was no doubt they wanted each other, and from what he had read, Parson was sure they were compatible.
Because the door only opened with a key, Parson heard Dontae long before the door pushed slowly open. She hesitated a little before stepping through, looking over her shoulder as she did so. There was no point in locking the door; the only way a person could get in was to have a key, and there were only two keys. He had a set as a section leader and the other hung in the main office, which Dontae had used to come in. Parson had to smile at that. She’d considered that when she wrote out her little fantasy, no doubt.
“You’re thirty seconds late.” Parson wasn’t really upset about it. However, he had been scared she might run. Now here she was, nervousness etched plainly on her face.
Parson wasn't sure whether it was fear or uncertainty that kept her hovering by the door as if she might dash at any moment. While she played with the hem of her sweater, there was still underlying heat in her hesitant gazes in his direction.
“Are you going to keep me waiting?” It was pushing, but he was sure she needed that.
“I’m not sure about this.” Dontae looked at him, down to the floor, then back at him. “Why are you doing this?”
He didn't answer. Wouldn’t. He could show her a hell of a lot better than he could tell her. Stalking to her until his body had pressed hers against the door, he grasped her hand and placed it on rock-hard proof of how badly he wanted her.
“This has lasted for three long fucking years, and it has been all for you.” He was growling, but fuck if he could help it. His cock pulsed with hunger, wanting her, needing her. Brushing his lips against the soft cushions of hers, Parson breathed her in. Whatever the hell perfume she wore was light, clean. Not overly floral or sickeningly sweet like so many women favored. The way she smelled made him ravenous. “Do you have any idea what finding out you have been hiding your true self from me is doing to me right now?” As he had wanted to do for so long, Parson took advantage of her stunned silence to move back, just a hair, but only to strip that goddamn bulky sweater from her. Her clothing fucking offended him. Everything keeping her from him offended him.
And just as he had long suspected, underneath all those clothes she liked to wear, she was stunning. Although the overly voluminous skirt still shrouded the lower half of her body, the top made his knees damn near buckle. Underneath the most conservative packaging, Dontae wore a lacy push-up bra pressing her breasts up to almost overflow the delicate cups. The crescent-shaped tops of her areolas were clearly visible, her nipples standing tall and pressing out against the fabric trying to contain them.
Parson sucked in a harsh gulp of air as his hands cupped them, his fingers rolling the puckered nubbins between his fingers. As Dontae’s mouth opened, Parson lowered his own to take the kiss he had been dying for.
She offered no resistance as he took her mouth ruthlessly, demanding entry, which she gave without a fight. The moment of her surrender was tangible, the way her body melted against him at first contact. Unabashedly Donate rocked against him as he lifted her against the wall. There was too much fabric between them, damn it. He wanted to feel her, all of her. Gathering yards of material from her hated skirt, he lifted it out of the way to bunch around her waist. There! That was what he wanted to feel. Reaching down between them, Parson groaned against her lips when he found the crotch of her panties hot and wet for him. Dontae wrapped her legs around his waist, welcoming him between her thighs. There was nothing he could do to stop his hips from grinding into her, letting her sweetness soak through his jeans. He felt the wet spot growing on his own crotch, but he didn’t care. All that mattered was the here and now.
His arms snaked around her waist as he lifted her away from the wall to the workstation against the back wall. Perching on the edge, Parson yanked the skirt, then the panties down and away. Dropping down so that he was face to face with her sweetness, he had to fight not to plunge inside her without delay. Oh God, that had to be the most beautiful pussy in the world. Neatly trimmed, the skin reminded him of a decadent truffle on the outside, all bright pink and beckoning on the inside. Spreading the lips of her labia, he ran the flat of his tongue against the entire length. Her sweet honey flavor burst on his tongue, eliciting another belly-deep groan. Fuck, she tasted so damn good! It was addicting; he knew he would never get enough of the way she tasted, the way she groaned and rolled her hips against his face. Parson drove his tongue deep inside her as far as he could, thrusting in and out, then moving quickly upwards to swirl her clit before sucking it between his lips.
“Oh, fuck! Yeah, please, Parson, eat me, just like that!” Dontae gasped, anchoring her feet on his shoulders, her hips lifted to press harder against his hungry mouth. While she may have imagined this a million times or more over the last three years, the reality was so far beyond her fantasies it wasn’t even funny.
Everything about this was insane. They could so easily get caught and be out of a job. Not more than thirty minutes ago, she'd been convinced Parson would never be anything more than fodder for her naughty journals. If this was what he did after finding the one on her desk, what would he do if he found out there had been two others filled from cover to cover with dirty little thoughts she’d had about him? Perhaps this moment had been inevitable since the second she had started writing about him. Intense attraction had a way of coming out. She'd been oh so blind not to see she wasn't the only one suffering from unrequited lust.
“So sweet, so good,” Parson murmured against her sensitive flesh, the vibrations of his deep voice shooting into her core.
“Oh, shit!”
The first orgasm knocked the breath from her lungs, leaving her unable to scream, unable to even groan. Her legs shook, her nipples so hard she swore they might cut through the fabric of her bra.
“That was so beautiful, baby,” he whispered, kissing his way up her body. On his feet once more, he bit down on the tender spot between her neck and her shoulder, sucking the small hurt away. His hands cupped her breasts once more, pushing the bra under the round mounds before lowering his mouth and engulfing one in his mouth while his fingers pulled at the other.
Dontae thought she would surely die. His mouth sucked hard, yet he managed to circle his tongue around her nipple as he sucked. Her legs opened wider as his hand slid between them, his fingers entering her and curving upward, hitting her g-spot as if he had always known right where it was. The second orgasm was immediate, making her so wet and ready she was half a second from climbing him as he stood.
“Parson, please!” She begged, she pleaded. “If you don’t fuck me I will hurt you!” Yeah, she would threaten to. Fuck shy, she needed him.
“Hold on, baby, I’ll give you what you need.”
The forceful plunge knocked the breath out of her lungs. Oh God, she had never imagined he would be that thick, that long. The slow drag of his retreat brushed against every nerve centered in her core. She saw stars before her eyes as he slammed inside of her again, buried to the hilt inside her aching pussy. He stretched her to the point of pain, making her so full she was sure she could feel him in her throat. Oh God, it hurt so good.
“Is this what you wanted?” Parson demanded in a low growl.
How the hell could he speak? Dontae certainly couldn’t. All she could do was nod. Hell yeah this was what she wanted, and so much more. “You are mine, Dontae. Mine. In every fucking way. I want it all. I want your secrets, your fantasies. You come to me and only me and I will make them come true.”