She just stares at the view. Yeah, yeah, illuminating lights; the bay; the ocean; very romantic. She bites her bottom lip and my dick fills into an almost painful hard-on. I turn my thoughts back to Brian, hoping for some release.
“Aria, what happened back there?” Please give me a reason to kill him, pretty please.
“Eh, nothing … I just really hate that guy. He feels like the crazy stalker type.” She’s talking too fast. Is she lying? Or is it just me being tense? I move forward, without even thinking about it, and take her into my arms.
Unexpectantly, her hands move around my neck, her fingers getting tangled in my hair; body pressed along the length of me.
Jeepers.
Her lips find mine and I’m surprised by her velocity; how quickly she changes. Not that I don’t like it. I fucki … flipping love it. Love … that word again. But she gives me no time to think, already untying my apron. I copy her and both aprons fall onto a black heap on the ground. I pull the band from her hair and it falls over her shoulders in soft curls, making me gasp. What is it about redheads?
I unzip her pants, pushing her underwear down with them in one go, and she giggles. Wow, I love that sound. Love?
“Well, your libido suddenly skyrocketed,” I tease her, wanting to see her blush. I love when she does that. Flip, stop using that word, Blackburn!
“I think it has to do with your robotic dick,” she whispers back and I grab her naked ass and fling her onto my desk. Wow, do I love … eh … like the feel of her; her taste; her scent; her warmth; all of her. The thought scares me a little.
“What are you doing to me, Aria Thompson,” I growl, watching those hair flowing over the edge of my desk like unruly flames. Deep inside me, something stirs; a warning that I’m playing with fire; and that I’m gonna get burned, destroyed, incinerated; but right now that fire ignites my body like gasoline; I swear my dick is going to burst.
“I want you to make love to me,” her words in her sexy voice sing through my mind. We did. Didn’t we? Make love. Last night? Cause if you look at it, it’s just a matter of semantics – making love is just a better word for fucking. A girly word.
Or is it? The image of her under me, watching me with overt desire drills into my heart. Love. No, I don’t do love. But then the unwelcome thought of her looking at someone else that way flips into my mind. NO! She can’t. She’s mine.
I undo my fly, releasing my overeager cock, and she licks her lips, biting down on the bottom one, her eyes clouded with lust. Who would have guessed that sweet little Aria could be such a vixen? Oh, the things I want to do to her.
I sweep my hand over her pubic hair and slip a finger inside her. She makes the cutest sound, almost like the mew of a little kitten; her hips raising with desire; teasing me.
“You are mine, just mine!” I slip my middle finger in and out with every word and her mouth falls open; shock; desire; need; clearly chalked on her face.
“Yes,” she says, so soft I almost missed it; but it was there. With one hand I open my desk drawer and pull out a condom. I’m not going to push my luck. I tear the packet open with my teeth and then she takes it from me and rolls it over my dick. The touch of her fingers almost makes me come undone. I suck some wind through my clenched teeth while staring into those hungry green eyes.
She’s so ready for me. I move forward and with one hard movement, I plunge into her wetness.
Fucking hell!
I hold onto her and start to fuck her; hard; deep; consuming; owning her. But she lifts her hips, spurring me on and I lose myself. Her arousal coats me inch for inch.
“Oh, baby, yessss!” my voice hoarse and breathless. I feel her muscles contract and I know she’s close. She wraps her legs around me, pushing me deeper and I drill into her back and forth, harder and harder until she coils into her orgasm. She throws her head back with a wordless scream, her eyes stiff in their sockets. Her pussy tightens around me and sucks me into my own incredible release. I cum as wildly as she did, mumbling her name.
Heavens to Betsy; that was unexpected.
This is not just ordinary fucking. Made love … hmm … did we? Maybe we did? And I could get used to this. What? It’s true.
I slump down on top of her and she tightens her legs around me more. Then her arms move around my neck again, her fingers in my hair. Did I say that I love the way she does that?
So much for keeping my distance. Maybe this is what you would call a HARD distance.
“You are something else, Sport,” she smiles.
“Are you ever going to tell me what that means?”
“Maybe someday, when you’re ready.” Ready how? I’m always ready. She releases me and I pull out of her. I remove the condom and tie it; hand her a Kleenex and pull up my fly. I dump the used rubber in the dustbin and watch her sitting on my desk, cleaning herself; her womanhood displayed; wide, puffy, wet, sexed-up. Hell, she’s perfect.
“Hey guys, where are you?” My sister is calling from outside the door. Aria’s eyes grow wide and she jumps from the table to grab her clothes. I’ve never seen a girl getting dressed that fast. I walk to open the door and Mel is standing there, patiently leaning against the wall.
“What were you doing in here?” she pouts, and I wonder if she’s acting stupid or innocent. Because she’s neither, her IQ is way above average … and as for the other part … she is pregnant after all. Let’s go with naive. I wink at Aria who looks like an overripe tomato.
“Actually, I was just rewarding Aria for the great job she’s doing,” I put an arm around my sister’s shoulders; while playfully grinning at Aria. She takes a deep breath and runs her fingers through her hair to straighten the wild sex look out of it.
“Does that mean I have a shot at the employee of the month?” she takes the wind right out of my balls. Oh, baby, you’ve opened a can of worms and I just hope you’re ready for the big fish. There’s no way you’re getting off the boat now.
“Oh, Miss Thompson, you keep it up, and you might just earn yourself a promotion.” My words hit the right spot as she inadvertently squeezes her thighs together, her face the provincial tomato again. Oh, fairy-girl, are we gonna have fun together.
“Ug, you were having sex, weren’t you?” Mel catches on, “So unfair. My man is not here and these baby hormones make me horny all the time.” I gape down at my sister’s serious face, not sure if I want to gag or throw up. I can’t put her, sex, and Damion in the same thought. Ewh, gross.
My phone pings and vibrates in my pocket. I pull it out slowly.
The message is from an unknown number. I stare at the pictures; Aria and Brian; together; earlier today; holding hands. At least now I know why she was late … Brian was the distraction. Is that why she’s acting so strange? Because she’s scared of getting caught out? I’m hellishly mad and right now I don’t know if I should strangle her or spank her.
She’s gonna explain … and she’s gonna explain right now! Is she using me? I look at her; a feeling of pain in my heart. Betrayal.
What the fuck is this? What is her plan?
“You haven’t told me why you were late?” She frowns, tilting her head to the side.
“I went for a walk,” she stares at me with inscrutable eyes; still slightly dark from the fuck we just had. Or did we make love again? Hell, I must find out what’s the difference between the two … and fast.
“Alone?”
“Yes, what is this 20 questions?” She’s crisp and formal.
“Then explain this to me, Miss Thompson,” I hold up my phone so she can see the photos. She goes bleak. My sister grabs her arm and also looks at the screen in shock.
“It’s not what it looks like. Brian somehow found me. We just talked for a minute or so.”
We eyeball each other in silence. I can’t tell what she’s thinking right now.
“Talked? While holding hands?” I snap and I notice the hurt on her face.
“He grabbed my hands, but I pulled them away!” her voice high-pitched.
“Don’t lie to me, Aria.” Don’t you dare lie; I hate lies. Please.
“I won’t lie to you! I’ve never lied to you! I might not tell you everything, but I’m not lying.” Okay, I’ll accept it … for now. But you will tell me what you’re hiding, sooner or later, fairy-girl.
“Okay, then. Take my sister home.” I need to keep her away from Brian, and he’s here. So she’ll be safer at home.
“But my shift … ” she starts to complain, but I interrupt her.
“I’m the boss and I say that your job tonight is to take Mel home.” Aria almost runs out of the office, followed by Mel, who gives me a stern look before closing the door behind her.