Shane

 

In a place like this, the rumor mill runs rampant. That’s why I waited until later that evening to approach Daniella. Somehow I knew I wouldn’t find her in the best of moods after the exchange with Heather I’d heard about. What I found most impressive was how Daniella had kept her cool with Heather.

I found her poring over her notebook, an adorable little frown on her face as she crunched the numbers with a pen between her lips.

“You trying to get out of here sooner by working late nights?”

She glanced up and then back toward her book. “Considering how often people keep asking when I’m leaving, I’d say it’s in everyone’s interest to get this done quickly.”

“Not everyone. Did you lose the panties?” If I was a betting man, I’d say she absolutely hadn’t.

“What do you think?” She finally put down her pen, stood up, and focused fully on me.

I walked towards her, stopping a breath away from her. “I think if I were to reach up under your dress, I’d find cotton.”

She smirked. “Satin, but yes.”

“Ah, but the question is would it be wet?”

“What are we doing, Shane?”

This wasn’t a question I was familiar with hearing, let alone answering. But then again, Daniella was the type of woman I was normally avoided. Yet here I was, about to step into dangerous territory. “Redefining our timeframe.” I brushed my fingertips down the column of her neck, feeling her shiver at my touch.

“To what end?”

This was the part about which I needed to be absolutely clear. Not only did I want to ensure things didn’t get messy, but I also wasn’t a complete asshole and didn’t want to give her the wrong impression. I’d made that mistake when I was younger and hurt someone who’d fancied herself in love with me. “The same end it would have been if this was still yesterday morning.”

She sucked in a breath when my hand moved up her dress, stroking her inner thigh. “I think I’m having déjà vu from our first time.”

I smiled in remembrance, brushing my knuckle over the soaked material. “I do believe I was behind you, loving the way your ass fit perfectly against me.”

She leaned in. “Does this new arrangement include kissing?”

I shook my head, partly regretful because she was a great kisser.

“Too intimate?”

“I don’t want any misunderstandings. This isn’t a relationship, a start of one, or anything resembling one.”

“Thank fuck, because the last thing I want is another one right now.”

I threw my head back and laughed at her unexpected words. Then I got serious, cupping her chin. “What do you want, then?”

She smiled. “You. And although I’m okay with the no kissing, I’m not okay with sharing.”

“Monogamy without kissing. That’s a new one.”

Her gasp was like music to my ears when I moved her thong to the side and plunged a finger deep inside of her.

“Think of it as short-term exclusivity. I realize in your position that might make things difficult, but oh—oh, God.”

I didn’t let her finish her thought, instead curling my fingers up and bringing her to orgasm, loving the rush of wetness coating my fingers and running down her thighs.

“Now, what were you saying?”

“I—Jesus. I can’t even remember my own name at the moment.”

A satisfied smile curved my lips. “I’ll agree to only you and me for the short term. Considering everything I have planned, neither of us would have time for anyone else.”

“Mm, ‘kay.”

I grinned at her post-orgasmic answer, walked her into the bedroom, and made quick work of having her naked and writhing beneath me under the tutelage of my fingers. But I wasn’t done by a mile, choosing to go south and stay there for the next thirty minutes until I brought her orgasm count to five.

“I can’t. I can’t possibly have any more,” she panted.

I swiped at her clit again with my tongue before relenting and kissing up her flat stomach, marveling at how soft her skin was.

“I bet you can because I’m not even close to being done.”

 

***

 

Daniella

 

The next morning I awoke naked and alone with one thought.

Jesus, the man had stamina.

Not to mention a very sophisticated skill set regarding bringing a woman to orgasm. When he’d said he wasn’t close to being done, it turned out he was a man of his word. Even after fucking me doggy style until I collapsed into a heap on the bed, unable to support myself any longer, he hadn’t been finished. He’d then positioned me on top of him, my back to his front, and strummed me like a cello while he continued to thrust into me from below. Although I normally had a head for numbers, I couldn’t keep track of the tally of orgasms he’d given me over the hours.

Yes. Hours. That much I’d learned from looking at the clock once I’d collapsed, completely spent. As much as I knew it would be most prudent to return to my hotel room to sleep, I could hardly move and had fallen asleep where I lay.

Without another choice now that it was morning, I donned the dress I’d worn yesterday. I slipped out to find Max eating cereal at his desk.

He looked up with a smirk. “Walk of shame?”

I quirked a brow. “I have nothing to feel ashamed about, so no.”

He grinned. “Atta girl. You want some Lucky Charms?”

I laughed. “No, thank you. Uh, I guess have a good night.”

“More like morning. It’s five o’clock.”

I yawned as if on cue. “Damn. Guess I’ll see you in a couple hours.”

“See ya then.”

 

***

 

Shit. I’d overslept. Was it any wonder, though? I slipped out of bed sore yet at the same time very satisfied. I took a quick shower, put my hair up in a high ponytail, and settled for a simple blue shift dress.

Since I was already running late, I took an extra ten minutes to grab coffee before walking next door. It wasn’t like I had an actual start time, although pushing ten o’clock in the morning seemed late for any work day.

I had just sat down at Shane’s desk when I heard the footsteps on the stairs. I looked up to see him looking absolutely drool worthy in a dark gray suit with a black tie on a crisp white shirt.

“You’re late.”

I took a sip of coffee, defiance emanating in my slow drink. “I was unaware we set a start time.”

He moved closer, stopping on the other side of the desk and leaning in so I could smell him. Damn. I already craved him again. His suit wasn’t helping. I wanted to rip it off.

“Why are you late?”

I wasn’t about to let him have the satisfaction of telling him he’d worn me out last night. “Long line at Starbucks.”

He grinned and then straightened, taking something out of his pocket. “Stand up and bend over the desk.”

“Pardon?” He couldn’t mean here and now, could he?

“I’m pretty sure you heard me, Dani. If you expect me to take your ass, we need to work you in.”

 

***

 

Shane

 

Despite the shock evident on her beautiful face with her wide eyes and parted lips, I could spot the tell-tale signs of arousal my blunt words had produced by the pink on her cheeks and her quickened breath.

Considering I’d left her with reluctance in the wee hours, I was now unable to resist touching her a moment longer. I moved behind her and coaxed her to a standing position. Banding my arm around her waist, I breathed in her ear and enjoyed the shiver caused by my words.

“Put your hands on the desk and bend over.”

“But anyone could come up here.” Her protest came at the same time as her compliance.

“Then we need to be quick.” My hand snaked up her dress, only to come in contact with her thong. “From now on, no panties while you’re working here. Every morning and every lunch hour, I’m going to bend you over and ah— You’re so fucking wet for me, aren’t you?”

Her breath caught at the sweet intrusion of my fingers. I would never tire of the way she responded to me. Like it was the first time every time.

“You do seem to have that effect on me.”

I trailed the pad of my thumb over her most sensitive spot, so very tempted to give her what her body craved, but she was right. Anyone could come up at any time, and I knew Daniella would be mortified if we were caught. Which meant I had limited time. I took the cylinder butt plug out of my pocket and loved the fact I wouldn’t need the lube. Instead, I slid it into her heat.

“Holy shit. What is that?”

I pulled it out of her pussy and slid it backward, setting it in place in her pucker and gently pushing it in. “It’s the smallest size plug. You’ll wear it until this afternoon and then I’ll take it out. Tomorrow, we’ll do it with one that’s larger.”

“It feels strange. How am I supposed to sit down?”

I chuckled, removing my hand. “You’ll manage.”

She straightened up and turned with temper written all over her expression. “That’s it? You’re just going to tease me and leave me with this?”

“Indeed I am. And don’t even think about touching yourself.”

She rolled her eyes. “As if that’s ever worked.”

Damn. As if I wasn’t hard enough, a vision sprang to mind of her playing with herself while I watched and taught her how to give herself an orgasm.

Her gaze wandered down and a smirk came to rest on her perfect lips. “I see I’m not the only one affected. I’m assuming the same rules apply?”

Actually, I’d planned on jerking off. “You positive you’re prepared if I abide by the same rule? Might be better for me to take the edge off.”

She lifted a brow. “Challenge accepted.”

I chuckled, framing her face, and not quite knowing what the hell I was doing. If it wasn’t for Heather’s voice, I might have kissed her perfect, pouty lips.

“Shane, are you ready to go?”

I didn’t miss the way Daniella’s body stiffened at the interruption. “Yeah. I’ll meet you downstairs.”

I didn’t break contact until Heather’s footsteps retreated, and then I dropped my hands from Daniella’s face.

She surprised me by reaching up to straighten my tie. It was an intimate gesture which suddenly had me in a hurry to put some space between us.

“I dig the suit, by the way.”

“You would. Sort of gives the impression I’m an actual business man.”

She sighed as she tightened the knot, not letting me go. “Whatever you need to tell yourself so you can keep your barriers up. Maybe when you’re with your bar manager on the way to the meeting, you can tell her to get me her receipts. Without them, one has to wonder if you’ve found your problem for missing revenue right there.”

I disliked her implication regarding either statement. “Don’t let your jealousy cloud your judgment. Heather has been a hell of an employee for ten years.”

Her eyes blazed, but she simply stepped back and took her seat. “Then providing the receipts should be an easy task for her.”