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Five
Janey
It was all I could do to walk away from the man. Hell, he brought me coffee, and that was the best foreplay in my book. And the way he looks at me like he wants to gobble me whole or lick me into a quivering mess.
I flop down on the chaise and dig into my purse for The Stimulator. Knowing I won’t be able to enjoy it at home, I brought it back to the office. Its sleek silver coating heats in my hand.
I look toward my door and back at the little thing that resembles a bullet. Could I? Should I? I look around my office at all the sex toys. Each one holds its own allure. All of them foreign to a girl whose last boyfriend thought missionary was the only way to do it.
Many of the toys were made for partner play, and I considered what type of man would indulge in something like a clit pump or anal beads. Caine Stark is who. One more glance around the room and I was past yesterday’s thought of, I’d never masturbate at work, to what can one time hurt? My final justification was the fact that this was my job. Who in the hell got paid to pleasure themselves? I did.
I hike my dress to my hips and push my panties aside. Slick with arousal, I run my fingers through my folds and shiver. It has been way too long and after the almost big O last night I am sorely in need of a release. Add to that the constant pull of my sexy boss, and all I need is a quick stroke and I’ll be over the edge.
I close my eyes and flick on the vibrating bean and settle it between my legs. A jolt of pleasure shoots through me but it doesn’t take me over the edge like I think it will. Being a walking exposed nerve ending is new to me. One look at Caine Stark and I know I’m in trouble. His presence is like a live wire arcing through my body and settling on my clit each time we’re together. My brain tells me he’s trouble. My body and heart tell me he’s going to be worth it.
His heated eyes stare back at me in my fantasy. His hands roam my body. His tongue licks and sucks at me. My hips rise to meet him. He hums against my sex. The vibration so powerful it sets me free. I ride the orgasm through the hills and valleys and finally lay limp on the white settee. All alone with my dress hiked to my waist, a vibrating toy in my hand, and my fantasy of Caine I fall asleep only to wake up to a knock at my door.
Shit. I scramble to my feet. “Coming.” I call out and immediately want to melt into the floor. “Just a second.” I pull my dress down and smooth it over my thighs before I open the door to find Caine.
“Are you hungry?” He leans against the doorframe in that nonchalant, sexy-as-hell way men do that shows off every muscle in their chest and arms. He looks past me to the chaise. “Build up an appetite?”
I follow his line of sight to The Stimulator lying on the floor and I want to die. “Umm.” What do I say? I can’t tell him he brought me to orgasm. Instead, I rush to the seat and shove the small but powerful vibrator into my purse and then march myself toward the door. I keep reminding myself that I did nothing wrong. “I’m doing my job,” I say, but I’m not sure who I am trying to convince, him or me?
Caine shoves off the doorjamb and settles his hand on my lower back. He leans over and breathes me in. “You smell like sweet fruits and sex. It’s a powerful mix, Janey.”
Any other man that tells me I smell like sex would find my size seven shoes up his bottom but the way Caine growls it out makes me want to press him to the wall and kiss him.
“I’m not sure that’s a good thing Mr. Stark.”
He stops in the middle of the hallway. I lean against the wall needing the solid surface to hold me up. He cages me between his hands on the wall. “It’s a good thing, Janey.” He leans in and takes a big breath. “A very good thing. And call me, Caine. I’ve been wanting to hear my name roll off your lips.”
“Caine. Is this a good idea?” He’s poised to kiss me, and I want it, but is it wise? I lay my hands on his chest thinking that the gesture will stop him, or stop me but the feel of him under my fingertips stirs another wave of desire.
He leans in and brushes his lips across mine. “Probably not, but I’m not known for being cautious.” He runs his tongue along the curve of my jawline until his teeth nibble at my earlobe. “If you don’t want this to happen, you need to tell me now.” He steps back and pulls my hands from his chest. “Did you think of me when you were pleasuring yourself?”
My knees buckle, and he leans into me to pin me against the wall. I want to tell him no, but the lie refuses to leave my lips. “Yes. I thought of you.”
His erection presses hard against my belly. He lifts my hands to his mouth and kisses my fingertips and then he sucks them into his warm heat one by one, the velvet of his tongue tasting me.
“No, I need—”
“To let me taste you. I’m jealous of these fingers, Janey.” He goes back to sucking them one by one.
“Oh, God,” I moan. “What are you doing to me?”
He pops my finger from his mouth. “Nothing yet, but if you say yes, I’ll do things to you that you can only imagine.”
I lean my head against his hard chest. “I can imagine a lot.”
Caine steps back and smiles. “Let’s feed you. You’re going to need your energy.”
He steps back and adjusts the hardness in his pants. A bulge that can only be described as massive.
Still wobbly on my feet, Caine wraps his arms around my waist and gives me the support I need to make it across the street to Tupelo’s where we are seated in one of the private booths.
“I need to wash my hands.” I begin to rise but Caine reaches out and pulls me back.
“Don’t go. I fear you’ll run out the door, and I’ll never see you again.” He flags the waitress down and asks for a hot, wet, towel.
