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  I unleashed a sexual monster lurking behind her soft blue eyes, and I couldn’t be happier. When I suggested last Friday that we tell HR about us dating, she agreed. Turns out those memos and such sent around were intended to discourage interoffice romances, but when it comes right down to it, they don’t want to lose two good employees over something happening after hours.

  We had to sign disclosures that released the firm from liability, and of course, neither one of us admitted to the during work hours naughtiness we had participated in. It’s a tentative start in the right direction, which is big for Carla.

  A low chime pulls my eyes to the glowing screen lying near my coffee cup.

  Have you noticed Barry’s biceps?

  What the—? Did she mean for that one to come to me? Should I be noticing his biceps?

  She types back quickly, I was just thinking of him pinning me down on the conference table and doing me hard. The arms made a nice visual.

  A slow burn begins in my gut. Does she think we’re in an open relationship and she can be with other guys in the office? Seeing her with some jerk I have to face day after day would drive me insane.

  Not funny, Carla.

  Oh? It’s okay for you to experiment and tease me beyond all sense of self, but not for me to experiment on another man?

  Before I can think of a calm, non-sociopathic rejoinder that will not send her running from me, she calls out over her cubicle partition, “Barry, have you been working out?”

  I stand up, a nasty look smeared across my face, to see my lover leaning over her wall batting her eyelashes and smiling sweetly at the accountant across from her.

  Poor Barry stumbles in his response. “Er… I … umm. Yeah, I work out.” I bet he’s never fielded interest from a woman as good-looking as Carla.

  The slow burn works its way up and I see red. Carla notices my expression and slips down the aisle, scampering away. I can’t believe after our past week together that she’d play with me like this. Slamming my chair into my desk, I stalk after her, determined to confront her and hash it out.

  She takes the stairwell and three other co-workers get there before I do. We all head down to the underground parking garage. The three veer to the right while the curvy blonde holding my attention moves left.

  I step past a large concrete support and see no indication of which direction she may have headed. A scrape of sound brings me around and I spot her shadowy outline near a wall, in front of a car hood.

  “Carla? What kind of crap are you pulling?”

  “Jealous, Andy?” She taunts from the darkness.

  My anger spills out. “You flirting in front of me? Hell yes, I’m jealous. How else am I supposed to feel?”

  “I know what I feel.” Her voice sounds like a deadly purr.

  “Oh yeah, and what the hell is that?”

  “Turned on.”

  Her response pulls me up short. “Excuse me?”

  “The look on your face at my innocent flirting sent my privates all aquiver.”

  Just like that, the anger releases from me and a heavy sigh eases from my lungs. She’s exploring her sexuality and teasing me—this is something I know how to handle.

  I step closer, listening to make sure no one else is nearby. “It did, did it?”

  “Oh, yeah.”

  I reach her side, crossing my arms in a feigned expression of anger. The dim light in the garage casts shadows over her sexy expression—sultry lips parted to reveal a tiny tip of pink tongue. She stares straight into my eyes, while cupping her breasts through her blouse, pushing them up to me in an offering. She licks her lips suggestively and my cock hardens. God, she’s gorgeous. Carla can rile me with a simple flick of her tongue.

  “I think your stunt was mean,” I say.

  She pouts, and glances down at my tented slacks. “You’re no fun, Andy.”

  “Yes, I am.” I grab her and bend her over the car. “Now, let’s see if you’re happy with what you stirred up.” A gasp escapes her, but she wiggles her ass against the front of my pants, proving she’s game. I haul her to a semi-standing position by her short hair, careful to be firm but not cause pain. “Don’t make a sound,” I whisper, “unless you want everyone in the parking lot to see me fucking you on the hood of this car.”

  “Damn, Andy,” her voice comes out soft and breathy. “I’m so excited right now.”

  Still holding her hair in one hand, I use my hold to tilt her face up and grab her breast, squeezing it hard. “Pull up your skirt.” The rustle of fabric sounds sensual in the cool, dark garage. “Now lower your panties to your knees.”

  I shift my grip for her to comply, leaving her breast for the few seconds it takes me to free my erection to the cool air. “Are you ready for me?”

  A small whimper is all I get in answer, but she reaches between her legs to guide my length in. Warm, moist heat encases me as I slam forward with enough force to bend her back over the car again. My own need to claim this fiery woman and brand her as mine drives me into a red haze of lust.

  I let go of her hair, reaching around to her mound. The hard nub of flesh feels like a glowing ember against my hand, betraying her more than aroused state. A low moan seeps into the dimness surrounding us.

  “Shh,” I whisper in her ear. “You lock those sounds inside or I’ll have to put my hand over your mouth like I did in the bathroom.”

  A spasm courses through her frame at the reminder. She nods her head and clamps her lips shut, the only noise now is our harsh breathing in the deserted garage. Carla spreads two palms on the hood to hold herself steady while I pummel her from behind.

  My own need becomes a white-hot center in my middle, clouding everything else. “You’re mine, Carla.” I say in a low tone that won’t carry. “No more flirting with co-workers.” I punctuate the last sentence with a rapid pistoning of my hips.

  Her inner muscles clench along my length as I rub her mound harder, faster. I knead one breast roughly in my hand, my earlier anger and desperation pouring into our coupling.

  “Just you and me for a little while, baby. No one else, you hear?” Letting go of her breast, I hesitate in my actions. I need a response. I need to know she’ll give us a decent shot, not run when things get tough. Still rubbing her clit, I lean away to put room between us. Pulling my arm back, I deliver a stinging slap to her left ass cheek. “You hear me, baby? I need an answer.”

  Carla’s body shakes with her need. She nods vigorously, choking out, “Only you.” Her response snaps my remaining control. I bow over her back, pumping into her tight little body as hard as I can, wrapping an arm around her middle and holding her close.

  Need overwhelms me as I plow to the finish line, fucking her as if my last dying breath was being ripped from my body. Sensations swell through me as I clamp my own mouth down hard on the moans aching to spill forth. Carla’s release coats my shaft as her inner walls spasm around me.

  My orgasm jets in pulses, spilling out of me in an electrical current of feeling. I’m rattled to the core with the powerful emotions swirling between us. This woman has captured my heart with her passion and I’m not even sure if she’s aware of it.

  Trailing my hand down her stomach, I hug her to me while remaining locked deep inside.

  “God, Andy,” her voice comes out in a husky wisp of sound, “that was more than I hoped for when I set out to drive you crazy today.”

  I smile against her back and rub my cheek over her spine. “You did this on purpose? All those texts and the flirting?”

  “Oh, yes,” she says on a sigh. “I wanted to see if I could make you lose control again, like after our dinner date. It was sexy as all hell.”

  I give her one last squeeze before pulling away. “Glad to see you got the reaction you were trying for.”

  She turns to face me, cupping my cheeks. “I’ve got way more than I was trying for.” Carla leans in and gives me a tend
er kiss, trailing it out and sending a zing through my blood.

  *****

  The rest of the workday is uneventful and both of us are able to focus on our jobs. I’m not sure if Carla wants me to come by tonight. I think she’s in the mindset now of feeling she needs to set the pace on our new relationship. So, I head home after work, hoping I may hear from her, but not counting on it.

  Throwing in some laundry and loading the dishwasher is about all I need to do in my apartment. And the tasks are finished quickly. The weekly maid service takes care of the rest. Grabbing a beer from the fridge, I settle at the piano and start to play. As the notes drift into a song the melody wraps around me, cocooning me in its beauty. My mind is always clearest when I sit behind these keys.

  How do I play the rest of this out? I’ve made my thoughts clear to Carla on other guys. Could she try and push me to my limit to see how I’ll react? I like the fun aspects of light domination, but I’m not so sure if I can handle her doing something to deliberately provoke me so I will spank her. That speaks of rage and I don’t think I want to combine that with our lovemaking. Although, the little bit of jealousy I felt today certainly made for some hot action in the parking garage.

  The whole discipline and contrived need to punish someone has never turned me on. My cock twitches in my jeans as I recall how her ass jiggled when I smacked it. But damn, I certainly like playing at the edges of discipline. With the amount of orgasms I’ve had this week, I can’t believe I’m getting a woody just thinking about Carla’s bare little bottom.

  That time in the storage room…the way she tilted her rump, eager for the next searing smack of my hand or thrust of my fingers deep into her… God, at this rate I’m going to have to take a cold shower or spank off in some tissues.

  The doorbell rings and I jerk out of the song, the imagery of my lover’s pink cheeks still burned in my mind. Peering through the peephole I see it’s Carla, but she’s done something different with her hair. I swing the door open and my jaw drops. Carla’s wearing a short plaid skirt, white knee socks with saddle shoes, a white blouse and her short hair is pushed back with a headband.

  A wicked grin spreads across her face as she pushes past me into my apartment. She glances down at my crotch and smiles. “Don’t just stand there with a hard on. Come over here and give me a good spanking.”

  It sounds like she enjoyed the fun aspects of it, too, and this is her way of asking for more. Always eager to please, I close the door and turn to my exciting new lover. “You like the sting of my palm across your bottom?”

  She trembles and bends over the armchair, pushing her ass out on display while lifting her skirt to reveal crisp white cotton panties. Preferring a more intimate approach, I sit on the couch and grab her hips to pull her over my lap. “How about I turn that cute butt pink and then rub the sting away?”

  She smiles and turns to face the couch cushions. As my hand flies down to deliver the first smack of the night, the realization that I love this spirited woman shakes me to my very depths.

  Chapter Twenty-one

  Carla

  “Wow, Carla. It sounds like Andy is the right guy for you.” Heather takes a sip from her favorite vanilla cappuccino. She smiles—true happiness for me shining from every pore—looking even more adorable with her coffee-foam mustache.

  I make a motion she should wipe her lip and she reaches for a napkin. “Is this the part where I say you were right?” I smile to lessen the sting. “Or are you going to wait and spring me with an ‘I told you so’ when you meet him?”

  She waves a hand at me, dismissing the thought. “I don’t want, or need, to do that to a friend. All I ever wanted was for you to be happy.”

  “I am.” I can feel the smile stretching across my face. “And you were right. I just wasn’t ready to see it.”

  “Isn’t that the way it is for most of us? In the end, we all get there when the time is right. Now, about meeting Andy—are we still on for Saturday at the piano bar?”

  “Yup. He’s taking on a gig every weekend now.” I shrug, and look out the window. I’m pleased that I helped encourage him to make the decision, but unsure if saying so will sound like I’m trying to take credit.

  “Great! Tony’s been looking forward to meeting the man who ‘tamed’ you.”

  I choke on my own spit as my indignation barrels to get out. “What the hell?” I cough, clearing my throat. “Like I was a shrew in need of taming?”

  Heather laughs, the sound drawing several appreciative glances from nearby male patrons. “Not at all, Carla! He likes you. ‘Shrew’ never passed his lips. I swear. He knows you encouraged me to dress up when we went dancing and that it was you who pushed me out of my comfort zone the night I met him. If it wasn’t for you, I’d never have experienced the wilder side of life.” She smiles again, the smile of a sexually confident woman. “And damn, that would have been a crying shame.”

  *****

  The past month has been like a walking dream. While Andy and I manage to hold back during work hours, we’ve been passionate afterward beyond anything I’ve ever experienced. A look from his dark blue eyes, the tip of his tongue darting out to moisten his lips, his supple fingers twirling a pen during a meeting… I’ve got it bad.

  I’m not sure when he slipped under my radar and became more, but I can’t ignore it anymore. My old fears stemming from childhood when we thought my father left, my mother struggling to provide for my sister and me, no longer haunt me as much. I want Andy, but I don’t need him.

  The realization my mother raised a strong woman who can provide for herself hits me for the first time. It’s freeing to not need a man to survive, but to want him with every fiber of your being. To have your soul call out when he slides into you… I’ve never felt anything like it and I don’t want to let it go.

  Tonight, I plan to tell Andy how I feel. And I’m going to give him a little gift he’s sure to love. The furry handcuffs brought a smile to my face when I found them online and pictured us using them.

  A knock on the door sends my pulse racing. Glancing down, I quickly adjust my breasts in the red corset to showcase them. I totter over to let Andy in, taking small steps in the fluff-tipped four-inch mules.

  Without caring if my neighbors happen to be walking by, I open the door with a dramatic flourish and strike a seductive pose. Andy’s eyes bug out for a moment. He’s speechless. Motioning him in with a tilt of my head, I shut the door before my boldness exposes me to passerby.

  “Well, I guess you didn’t really want to watch the movie, did you?” His voice comes out low with an edge to it and before I can respond his hands are all over me, gripping my ass, and tilting me back for a deep kiss.

  His instant arousal prods my middle as a thrill of excitement sings through my blood. This man never ceases to draw an immediate reaction from me and I love it.

  Andy’s lips lock onto mine and he kisses me until my lips swell from the attention. “You look fantastic.” He wiggles his eyebrows playfully. “Is this all for me or is another lover crawling out the bathroom window right now?”

  I smile at his teasing. “No other lovers needed. You fit the bill quite nicely.”

  He sighs and runs a warm palm down the back of my thigh, lifting me to cradle his erection against my mound. “With you dressed like this we’ll never get through dinner.”

  “Where’s your control, Mister Super Accountant?”

  He chuckles and zeros in on my neck, knowing exactly what his heated kisses do to my insides. “You push even my limits, Carla. This poor number cruncher is only human.”

  I squirm out of his embrace and saunter into the kitchen, working my ass like a trained stripper. “I ordered Chinese. It arrived before you got here.” I turn and laugh at his astonished expression. “Don’t worry, I had a robe on when I answered the door, silly.”

  “Poor delivery guy would think he’d walked into a Penthouse story seeing you answer the door like that.” He follows me and gets all grabby hands
again until I swat him with a spoon.

  “You need to eat. I have plans for us.”

  “Fine,” he grumbles, “can’t blame a guy for trying. Especially when you look like you stepped out of a high-end lingerie catalog.”

  I smile at his appreciation of my efforts, feeling an inner glow at his high praise. I know I’m not cover-model worthy by any stretch of the imagination, but damn, when he stares at me like that I sure as hell feel like I am.

  Once Andy wolfed down his food as fast as humanly possible, he stares at me with a burning gaze. I know I can’t put him off anymore, nor do I want to. Teasing him with sly glances while we ate got me hot and bothered, too. “I have something for you. Well, two somethings, actually.”

  “Hmm…? You mean besides the lingerie?”

  I rise from my seat at the table and move to the counter, reaching high in a cabinet for two small wrapped boxes. “For you,” I say, presenting him with the gifts.

  Andy’s face softens at the sight of the boxes and a tender look lights his eyes. “Aww, you didn’t have to get me anything. And I feel like a shit heel because I don’t have a gift in return.”

  “Oh, come on. Don’t be like that. Just open it and enjoy.”

  He rips off the top of the smallest package first and takes out a small key chain with two keys on it. “What are these to?”

  “The first one is for my apartment.” Andy’s smile grows as I continue, “I want you to come and go as you please. And the second one is for what’s in the next box.”

  He leaves his seat and wraps his arms around me. A kiss burns between us for several moments until he eases back to whisper, “I’ll do my best to never disappoint you and keep you happy.”

  “I know you will, Andy. It was me who needed to come around. And I have. I was so afraid of being left by a man I never wanted to let anyone in, never allowed myself to become intimate. But you showed me being involved with someone doesn’t have to be scary and leave me feeling weak.”

  Looking unsure of what to say, he kisses me again and mumbles a heartfelt, emotional “thank you.”