His Kind of Wonderful (Sugar Bay #2) (18 page)

“Definitely.”

She turned and walked into a human wall that didn’t grunt like she did on impact.

“Hello, darling,” Joe said and steadied her. “Fancy meeting you here.”

She looked up and gasped at the lust in his gaze. The heat sent a thrill down her spine and her girl parts stood at attention. Like Pavlov’s dogs they’d been trained to expect ecstasy at his hands.

“Hi Joe,” she replied, wincing at the breathless quality of her voice. She blamed it on the fact she hadn’t seen him since the night he’d left her alone in a puddle of unconsummated lust. The next morning when she woke up, he hadn’t been there. She’d assumed he’d started his shift.

Joe nodded to Isaac in greeting but didn’t stop to talk. Instead he placed a large hand on her elbow and maneuvered her towards the door. “I’ll walk you out.” She glanced at his face but his features didn’t hold the usual annoyance she’d come to expect whenever he saw her with Isaac.
What had changed?

They didn’t speak until they stood outside of Cuppa Cuppa when he released her elbow. They faced one another, studying each other as if a day apart and the change in their relationship warranted physical changes.

After the prolonged staring contest, she succumbed first. “Hi.”

His gaze took in her outfit for the day—high heels, short skirt and crisp, white shirt—before moving to her face where he lingered on her lips. “How are you, Dani?” His rumbly deep voice made her feel hot and very bothered. It made her want to attack him. Instead she tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear and fussed with her glasses, reminding herself to be cool. He wasn’t the only one with will power.

“Fine. You received a bouquet of red roses, a bouquet of lilies and a chocolate basket delivered to the house from your ardent admirers. I left the lilies in your office since I’m allergic and I’m halfway through the chocolates—delicious, by the way. That Delilah has excellent taste and I’m going to have to ask her where she ordered them. I’m not familiar with the brand of chocolates. Sounds foreign—maybe from Switzerland.” She tapped her lips in thought.

“Glad you’re enjoying this.”

She shrugged. “They seemed nice. Not at all crazy.”

“You headed back to work?”

She nodded.

“I’ll walk with you.”

With his hand low on her back, he led her a few blocks away to Derek’s Studio. The “be right back” sign was flipped on the door so Dani unlocked it and pushed it open. Silence greeted them.

“Where’s Derek?”

“He’s with the boys on a salvage run. I wasn’t sure if I would be back in time before they left.”

Joe nodded, looking pleased. “So we’re alone?”

“Yes.” A sudden attack of nerves struck her. She busied herself behind the desk, stacking and organizing invoices.

He remained silent. Dani cleared her throat and stepped back only to stall when she realized he’d stepped forwards.

“You’re not annoyed about Isaac are you?”

“So annoyed.”

She glanced back to gauge his mood but he crowded her against the counter.

“I’m so annoyed, I’m going to have to hurt you.”

She narrowed her eyes. “Hmph. You and what army?”

He stroked her neck and she relaxed, letting her neck fall forward.

He lowered his head and bit her.

“Ow.” The bite wasn’t painful but she definitely felt it.

“Told you. Brace yourself for punishment,” he said against her neck. His hands gripped her hips and he felt huge against her.

She closed her eyes, absorbing the moment. She wondered how long he would hold out before he put them both out of their misery. Solo orgasms were fun but she had a feeling coming with him would be beyond anything she’d ever felt before.

She moved to turn around but he stayed her, and pressed her against the counter. People walking passed the store and no one glanced inside. Although the height of the transaction counter in front of her desk hid their lower bodies, it seemed decadent to feel his length behind her while the citizens of Sugar Bay walked by not ten feet away.

“Joe.”

“Shh. When will Derek be back?”

“I’m not sure. It usually takes him a couple of hours to evaluate and then they have to load it onto the truck.”

“Ok. We have time then.”

“For?”

“This.” He bumped his hips against her. She moaned. She was surprised her glasses hadn’t steamed up. Her panties on the other hand had flooded with moisture. He stroked down her side and entangled her their hands together. He placed their joined hands on the desk edge.

“Hold on and don’t let go.”

She nodded her acquiescence.

He kissed her neck, alternating between gentle nibbles and sharp nips. An image came to mind of a stallion preparing his mare. His hands moved to her hips then slid lower to her hem. He fingered the top of the thigh high stockings she’d slipped on this morning.

“Very nice.”

She bit her lip and moaned. Maybe she’d known he would find them or at the very least, she’d
hoped
he would. She was glad she’d followed the impulse to wear the silky bit of nothing—the sorry excuse for underwear she sometimes she wore when writing. She’d read somewhere that it helped channel her inner sex goddess and she needed all the help she could get. She wondered what Joe would think of it but then heard his deep groan.

“Shit, babe.” He’d pulled up her skirt and bunched the fabric at her waist. He fingered the thong she wore, sliding a finger under the elastic. “Guess I’m lucky it wasn’t a breezy day.”

She shrugged. “I don’t wear it often. Only for special occasions.”

She felt his assessing gaze and glanced up from beneath her lashes. “For the record—my birthday is coming up soon. Feel free to warrant that as a special occasion when you come for a visit.”

She chuckled at his earnest tone but the chuckle ended in a gasp when he ran his fingers lower and goosed her love button. He circled the sensitive bundle of nerves and swept through her thick warm dew.

He nudged her left hand with the folds of her skirt. “Hold this.”

She obeyed his rough command without compunction, knowing in this realm he was the expert—the master. She felt him lower his body onto her chair. The sound of him rolling the chair into position behind her was magnified in the silent office.

Joe brushed the barest whisper of a kiss on her lower cheek before he brushed its twin with one as well. A feeling of utter depravity descended upon her as she leaned against the work surface she’d spent many hours behind. Instead of studiously completing her accounting, she stood mostly bare from the waist down while a sexy man took his time in silent admiration from behind.

A group of tourist walked past the shop laughing and she stilled, thinking they’d notice her state. When they disappeared from view she relaxed. They’d been oblivious to her wild eyes and the delicate shivering that held her body captive. Not once did they look at her hard nipples as they poked through her thin white shirt.

She felt terribly naughty.

“Maybe we should go to the back.”

“Widen your stance,” he commanded, completely ignoring her request. Instinctively she obeyed, as if her body knew in his hands, pleasure would exponentially expand. He brushed a kiss to her vulva and she shuddered. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head.

“Easy there. Focus on looking perfectly normal. You wouldn’t want anyone wondering if you were okay or not. They might rush in to try to help. Imagine what their thoughts would be when they open the door.”

Liquid heat slid down her thighs. The drawback in wearing a thong was the lack of absorption it allowed.

“Very nice, sweetheart.”

With his thumb he separated her bottom cheeks and pulled the thong away, exposing her most sensitive flesh to his hot breath.

“Lean forward.”

She bit her lip at his request, indecisive on whether or not to do as he requested or demand that they move to a more private location. After a pause, she obeyed and was rewarded by his guttural groan.

“Fuck.”

She arched her back even more, knowing the movement tilted her bottom into a position that was both lewd and graphic yet his reaction sent a thrill down her spine.

Little Dani was the object of someone’s lust.

Anticipation held her while he inspected her. The chair casters scraped the mat when he rolled closer. The chair creaked as he adjusted his position and lowered the chair height until he was satisfied. His heat singed her, reminding her of the presence of a large and very hungry alpha male behind her. He remained silent for so long, she began to wonder what he was doing.

She gasped at the brush of his tongue against her vulva.

“Oh God.”

She shuddered. Somehow managing to keep her grip on the counter and her hemline. He stroked her once again, murmuring hot words that burned her ears.

She moaned and he rewarded her with stroke after stroke until she her juices ran unchecked down her thighs. His fingers joined his talented tongue and he strummed her clit ever so gently. She wanted to turn around to touch him and he seemed to sense her intentions.

“Don’t move.”

“I wasn’t.” She shook her head frantically with her lie.

“Better not.” He rubbed his chin along her thighs as if he didn’t want to miss any of her nectar. “So sweet.” He sucked a love bite on her inner thigh. “I’m going to mark you.”

She shuddered against the counter.

Dani wanted him to mark that empty place inside of her that ached for him. She wanted him to drive his cock inside her over and over until they both came but he wouldn’t.

She hated his iron will.

Isaac wasn’t the pervert. Joe was. He was content to drive her out of her ever-loving mind. What if he never gave in? What if she’d never know the feel of his body deep inside of hers?

She groaned at the horrible thought.

“Don’t worry, babe. I’ve got you.” He slid off the chair to his knees for better access, misunderstanding the source of her frustration. He licked, sucked and nuzzled, working his wicked tongue around her clit. He circled the nerve endings before sucking it gently. He rubbed his tongue against her while he sank a finger inside of her. With a curling motion of his fingers, Dani jerked against his mouth as a violent orgasm raced through her body.

“Oh fuck, Joe.”

Her body was not her own as she shuddered and gripped the counter for support.

He seemed to understand the almost painful feeling she had with every accidental brush against her engorged clit. He murmured nonsensical things against her, as if soothing her while her body jerked in the aftermath of her orgasmic climax.

She wasn’t sure how she remained upright and was grateful no one had glanced in the shop windows. If someone had discovered her flaying around on her desk while Joe worked his magic beneath her, the town of Sugar Bay would have fed on that for months.

Joe stood and cradled her in his arms. He pulled the hem from her clenched fingers and pushed the fabric down her thighs. Gently he maneuvered her into the office chair where she sat with splayed legs. He kneeled between them and, using the tissue from her desk, he blotted the moisture between her legs. He took his time while she twitched in the seat and watched him with hooded eyes.

He wiped his mouth and her gaze clung to the wet stickiness that remained on his upper cheeks.

He met her gaze and the heat in his tiger colored eyes left her feeling ravished. Joe watched her as if he wanted to inhale her, to devour her.

Joe licked his lips. “Delicious.”

She shuddered. Her body was primed for another round of play but he sat back on his knees just out of her reach. The position framed the long, hard bulge between his thighs.

On impulse she slipped off her heels and rubbed her feet against him. He stiffened and grabbed her feet. At first, she thought he planned to push her away but he didn’t. Instead he held her feet against that very hard part of him. She sat up hoping he had changed his mind. She hitched forward in her seat, preparing to scoot to the floor in front of him.

“Don’t Dani.”

“Why? I just want to touch you.”

He shook his head. The movement was firm and she knew it wouldn’t end the way she wanted it to. “I won’t be able to take it.”

“Then don’t. I’m past the age of consent, Joe.” She hated that she sounded pitiful but she was a mass of want and need. The thought of this ending without consummation made her reckless.

He closed his eyes against her. She felt a growl coming on.

“Why are you doing this? You’ve got to be miserable. I know you want me. I
can feel
how much you want me.”

“Not you specifically. Release.”

Her heart dropped. “I don’t believe it.”

He shrugged.

“I want you, Joe.”

“You shouldn’t. I’m not good for you.”

She ignored him and rolled her chair until she was inches away. She held his chin. “Why don’t you think you’re good for me?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“It does to me.”

“If you can’t tell me, I don’t think I can do this anymore.”

He narrowed his eyes at her. “You’re not going to someone else for help, are you?”

“No,” she said and watched him relax a little. “But even though you always make sure I come…” A blush took over her face although she wasn’t sure why. He’d seen her privates up close and personal.

“Go on.”

“It’s not enough. I feel empty. Incomplete.”

His nod was slow and thoughtful. Hope filled her. Maybe he’d bend his pesky rules and give in to her. But he pulled back and stood. Dread settled in her stomach at his serious expression. “The last thing I want is to make you feel empty, Dani.”

“Well you have.”

He rubbed his face.

“If you’d just give in to me.”

He raised his eyebrow. “Give in to you?”

“You know…do me. Coital kissing. The horizontal mambo. Call it what you will.”

He chuckled at her frustration although it sounded pained.

“I can’t. Derek is my best friend. You’re his little sister. I can’t…I just can’t.”

“You make me crazy. I’m tired of people thinking I need to be protected or make decisions on my behalf because it’s completely unnecessary.”