Sudden Devotion (7 page)

Mitch hung up the phone and steepled his fingers together as he eyed her with a grin on his face. “Sara. How are you this morning, honey?”

She couldn’t hide her blush as she met his gaze. He called her honey. This clearly wasn’t a business meeting. “I’m fine. How are you?”

“Truth?” She nodded at the question. “Well, I am a little upset that you have chosen to sit all the way over there, rather than on my lap.”

She giggled as she all but ran around the desk to do just that. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she hugged him with all of the zeal of a schoolgirl with a crush.

Mitch stole her breath with a kiss. “I’ve been dreaming about doing that all morning. I could barely even stay focused at the deposition for needing to feel your sweet mouth against mine.”

Sara grinned at him and kissed him again. “I thought you said that we were supposed to keep things professional while we were here at the office.”

Mitch nodded. “Ah, I did say I believed that would be best, didn’t I? But then I started missing you.” He shrugged. “Then I lost all control of my common sense and knew I had to see you, touch you, hold you, and kiss you.”

“You missed me, huh?” She ran a finger down his chest, stopping just above his belt buckle.

“Sara, are you losing your shyness?” He reached his hand behind her head, and grabbed a fist full of her golden, forcing her head back. He then ran his tongue all along her neck, and said, “You taste so sweet, honey. Will you let me take you to dinner tonight?”

Sara was lost in the ecstasy of his tongue against her skin. She wanted him. Only a day had passed since their little tryst in the very same office, but he had already seemed to figure out all of the ways to drive her insane with need.

“Sara?” Mitch asked again as he began a slow, sucking nibble on her earlobe.

Smiling, she was barely able to answer, “Dinner, sure. Whatever you say, Mitch. Just don’t stop touching me.”

Mitch smiled at her responsiveness. She was so beautiful when she got aroused. Her face flushed, her skin heated. He watched her as he pulled her blouse from her skirt and lifted a hand underneath. Cupping her breast, he rasped a thumb over her already-hardened nipple.

“Sara.” Mitch groaned as he reached his other hand under to tease the other tight bud. “You make me crazy. I watch you get lost in your desire, and I lose my mind. I want nothing more than to bury myself inside of you right now, deep and far, and stay there.”

Sara clutched onto his head with both hands and arched her body backwards. “Mitch, please. Can’t we? Just this once.”

Mitch tried to pull away to watch her face. But she clung to him with such urgency, he could barely move. “You want me, baby?” He lifted her blouse up and pulled her bra down under her tits. Causing them to lift in invitation. “Do you want me to fuck you on this desk?”

Sara drew away from him, gasping for breath. “Yes! Please, Mitch. I’m so hot right now. I want you. I need to feel you inside of me.”

Her moaning plea was his undoing. “Take off your panties.” He stood up to undo his belt, soon to be followed by his button and zipper of his trousers. “Sit on the desk there, honey.”

Sara did as she was told and hiked up her skirt to spread herself for him. Her eyes were filled with desire as she reached her hands back on the desk and waited to take all of him.

Mitch guided his stiff cock to her soaking entrance and stopped just at the threshold before looking at her. “You can’t scream, baby. Not like you did last night, okay?” He ran his thumb along her bottom lip and smirked when she nibbled it. “Promise me, honey. No one can hear us, okay? We need to be more careful from now on.”

“I promise, whatever you say. Just please do it.”

He couldn’t help but be fascinated by her. He loved the fact that she wanted him. But the idea that she needed him so badly to the point that she forgot about being self-conscious or insecure, well, that turned him on more than anything else. “You’re such a good girl, honey! Do you want me to fuck you hard? Is that what you need?” He was dying holding out, but he knew that she loved it when he talked dirty to her.

“Ooh, yes. That, fuck me hard, Mitch.”

“That’s my girl.” He kissed her and thrust deep inside her. Rocking in and out of her body while digging his fingers into her hips. He drove into her with such a force he worried he might hurt her. But watching her face with her eyes closed, biting on her bottom lip with her mouth closed tightly, he knew she loved it.

“Jesus. I can’t believe how good you feel. I can’t wait. I’m already gonna come, honey. I’m sorry.” Mitch reached down and flicked his fingers over her clit, massaging it over and over again until her orgasm surrounded his cock with hot wetness. He had asked her not to scream, but he was the one that had to fight the urge when he felt her muscles milking him inside of her.

He dropped his head on her chest as he heaved, trying to get air. He felt her run one of her hands up his back as the other hand trailed mindlessly through his hair. What was it about her that drove him beyond reason? Beyond any amount of control? He had never desired someone so much that he felt the need to take them no matter where they were. Whatever it was about her, he knew he wasn’t anywhere near getting his fill of her. She was like a drug, and he was quickly becoming an addict.

Pulling away, he gently ran his fingers down her cheek. “You are amazing, do you know that?”

She smiled at him and said, “You mentioned something about that last night. But don’t think I’m complaining. You can say it as often as you want.”

Mitch watched her as she got down from his desk and reached for her panties. “Uh uh,” he said while he buckled his belt. She looked at him for a moment before she held them out for him to grab.

“Do I ever get to keep panties on?” she teased.

Mitch shrugged as he helped her fix her blouse. “What can I say? I like you better without them on.”

Smoothing down her skirt, she responded to his flirting. “Yeah, but if you keep taking all of my panties, I won’t have any left. Then what will I wear?”

Mitch pulled her close and kissed her once more. “Then my job will be done, and I can rest easy knowing that whenever I want to be inside you, all I have to do is bend you over.”

“Maybe I’ll start wearing pants?” she taunted.

He squinted his eyes at her in challenge. “You wouldn’t dare.” He spanked her butt at the threat. “Now quit distracting me, I’ve got work to do.”

Sara rolled her eyes. “Gosh, I’m sorry, Mitch. I didn’t mean to keep you. I know how put out you must have been.” She picked up her pad of paper and pen and walked toward the door to open it.

“Wait,” Mitch said before she could leave. She turned to him and waited. “Seven o’clock, okay? I’ve got a late meeting.”

She smiled. “As if I could refuse you.” She opened the door and left. Walking past Claudia and one of the law clerks talking on her way to the bathroom, she didn’t notice the icy stare that was aimed at her.

* * * *

A little after six o’clock, Mitch raced home. He wanted to take a quick shower before he picked up Sara. He was all set to run to his building’s entrance through the courtyard but glanced up and saw her watering her plants on her balcony.

He couldn’t let her see him there. She was still unsure of herself. If she knew the reason he had first wanted her was because he had watched her masturbate like some sort of peeping tom, he was sure she would never speak to him again. Let alone let him do other things. And that was just not an option.

Knowing that she’d see him for sure, he devised a plan. Reaching for his cell phone, he dialed her apartment phone number. And as if on cue, he watched as she went back inside. Running to his apartment, he got to the door just before she answered.

“Hello?”

“Hey, gorgeous. What are you wearing?” Mitch whispered seductively.

Sara laughed. “Well, I’ll tell you what I’m not wearing. Panties. It’s weird, but I seem to be missing a couple of pairs.”

“Touché.” Mitch laughed. “Just wanted to hear your sexy voice, honey. I’ll see you soon.” He hung up.

Sara looked at the phone for a minute. “That’s strange.” She said before going back to watering her plants.

* * * *

Mitch showed up at seven o’clock on the nose. And it was not a moment too soon. Sara had been remembering their afternoon delight all day, and it made her horny as all hell. She didn’t know what it was about him. But she feared, as well as relished, that he may have unleashed a mad woman. Which is why when she opened the door, she pulled him inside and kissed him ardently.

Startled by her dominance, Mitch faltered for a second, but just for a second. Then he grabbed her head and kissed her with as much urgency, if not more. At the sound of one of her erotic moans, he reached his hand down under her skirt and felt the dampness of her panties.

“Jesus, baby. You’re wet again.”

Sara didn’t stop kissing him to answer. She just lifted a leg up over his hip and bent it behind his leg to pull him closer.

“Oh, baby.” Mitch ground his hardness into her damp core. “Sara, if you don’t stop this, I’m going to have to fuck you right here.”

However, Mitch’s threat only ignited her passion further. She was desperately yanking his shirt up and trying to strip him as her tongue danced on the inside of his mouth, doing marvelous things to the insides of their mouths.

Mitch placed his hands on her bottom and lifted her to him. Carrying her over to the couch, he sat down with her straddling him. Not caring about anything but the idea of him being inside her, she placed his hands underneath her skirt. She closed her eyes in ecstasy as he tore the thin satin that sat at her hips and held her panties in place.

Mitch dropped his head back against the couch and groaned. “You like that, honey? You like when I tear your panties off of you? You must, I can feel your fluids covering the front of my pants!”

She didn’t answer as she began fumbling for his buckle while kissing every inch of exposed skin on his neck. She listened to his breathing as he touched under her skirt.

She reveled in the feel of his hardness. Before she had a chance to finish her thoughts, Mitch entered her and she sheathed him in her hot wetness. Her muscles tightening around him and clenching him like a velvet vice.

Neither one of them moved for a moment. They just stayed like that, bodies fused, eyes locked together. Then on a whimper, Sara spoke, “Mitch, you feel so good.”

He sucked on her bottom lip and tugged on it with his teeth. “Show me, baby. Show me how good it feels. Fuck me, and make me come.” He laid his head back against the couch and stared at her intently.

Sara didn’t wait for him to ask twice and did exactly what he told her to. After several minutes of her quivering muscles stroking and massaging him she felt him swell even larger. She knew he was getting close to his orgasm.

She ground herself down hard on top of him and instantly felt the first wave overtake her. The last thing she saw before closing her eyes and crying out his name was his gorgeous eyes staring back at her. She trembled as her hot juices covered his cock and coaxed him into his climax.

Moments later, he was holding her closely. Neither one of them were said a word as they sat in silence. She began to shake and it was obvious that it wasn’t from laughter. Wetness touched his chest as her tears fell from her eyes.

“Hey. What’s wrong, honey?” He pulled her face up to see his and brushed her hair away from her face.

She looked at him, embarrassed by her tears. “I’m sorry. I just don’t know what happens to me. The more I’m with you, the more I want. I just lose control. And that’s never happened to me before. With anyone, ever.”

He grinned at her and cupped her cheek. “Sara. If that’s what I do to you, I’m glad. I want to make you feel good. There’s nothing wrong with pleasuring each other. You do know that, don’t you?”

“So you don’t think I’m…you know, one of those trampy women?”

He laughed and got a quick slap in the shoulder. “Ouch. I’m sorry. Really, I’m sorry. Look, honey. I shouldn’t have laughed. But you have to realize just how ridiculous that sounds. You are the furthest thing from being a tramp. And just because you enjoy sex doesn’t mean you’re a slut, either. It means that, like me, you have realized that together, we’re damn good.” He kissed her again, only this time it was tender. “Okay? Don’t cry. I hate to see you cry.”

She nodded. “Okay.”

“Good, now what do you say we go out to dinner?” He helped her get up before he stood to fix his pants. “Come on. I want to hold your hand and drink wine with you over candlelight.” He kissed her hand and led her to the bathroom. “Let’s get cleaned up, and then we’ll go.”

With a huge smile on her face, she said, “Okay, whatever you say.”

Looking at her in the bathroom mirror, he grinned mischievously. “You know, honey, you keep saying that. If you’re not careful, I just might take you up on it.”

Although she knew he probably teased, she couldn’t help the rush of excitement that shot through her at the idea of Mitch teaching her new things. There were so many things she hadn’t experienced yet. Would she be brave enough to tell him, she wondered.

“What are you thinking about now?”