Where the Hell is She?
Dante
Okay…
I was leaving the Tocola meeting and Lucy still hadn’t showed up.
How long did it take to—
I shook that off. Lucy being late had been all my fault.
But I still wanted her here with me…
Here with me now…
And hadn’t her trio of assistants said she’d be here by the Tocola meeting?
Maybe I just needed to go get in my Jaguar and find her?
Find her in midmorning traffic?
That would be next to impossible.
But I really didn’t think I could walk into another meeting with my mind roaming around, worrying and wondering where Lucy was.
Hell, I could end up screwing up a deal and selling my company to the opposition for pennies on the dollar instead.
I was headed for the elevator, about to tell the three women behind me to cancel my morning—I’d either go work off some nervous energy in the gym, in the pool or running on the track on the seventeenth floor—when the elevator doors dinged, slid open and revealed Lucy standing there, her hand on her hip, her thick, straight hair lashed back in her usual ponytail, and her glasses perched perfectly on her adorable little nose.
I stopped, felt my nervous system calm and my heart beat harder—not faster, just harder—and my mouth open just a bit, as if I were a wolf scenting the air.
Lucy…
My Lucy…
“Mr. Saint…” she let it float in the air for a moment—I knew she wouldn’t, but I loved the thought that she would be naughty enough to say it. “James.”
I moved into the elevator and stood right beside her. Close enough I could practically feel the heat coming off her.
“Thank you for your time, ladies. Send your notes to Lucy and then take a long lunch—my treat—at Fuego. They’re expecting you in twenty minutes.”
“Thank you Mr. Saint James,” Maggie said, the other two nodding along with her.
I knew from the grapevine that Fuego was the newest, hottest lunch destination, and that it would give them all a real thrill.
The elevator doors closed and I was finally alone with Lucy.
“Fuego?” Lucy said. “They must have done well.”
I played it cool. “Yes, very well. I’m thinking of making them the A team instead of just the back up.”
I could tell by how still she was that I’d pushed a button.
And then she bit her lip…
Oh, she was ruthless.
“I’ll arrange for my things to be moved during lunch, and they’ll be in place for you when they get back from Fuego.”
I turned, picked her up in my arms and had her pressed against the wall of the elevator in an instant.
I reached over and pushed the stop button on the elevator, staring into her beautiful blue eyes.
“I was going mad waiting for you to get here.”
Lucy swallowed and looked around the elevator—just not at me.
I wanted her to look at me.
I needed her to be looking at me.
Hell…
I leaned in and took her lips, tasting, nipping, and full on kissing her until she was breathing heavily, and making the most beautiful noises.
I was hard… so damned hard.
“I need to cancel the rest of my day,” I said, taking her earlobe in between my teeth.
She shivered, and then she pushed me away, straightening her glasses and hitting the stop button again to release the elevator.
“You can’t cancel your meetings. We have a lot to get done today.”
I stood there, my mouth open, wondering how I was ever going to get through the day when the only thing on my mind was…
Her.
Not to mention that I was hard as a brick. Hard enough I would never be able to hide it during the next meeting.
So I reached over and hit the stop button again.
Lucy smiled, but kept her eyes forward. “If you don’t stop that, security will think something’s wrong and will send a team to investigate.”
She reached over and hit the button again, putting the elevator in motion again.
Didn’t she know how much I needed to be alone with her?
Didn’t she feel the same way?
Just as I was going to hit that damn button again, the elevator dinged and the doors slid open…
To reveal my private office.
I blinked.
Lucy walked off the elevator and set her iPad on the chair where I usually slung my suit jacket.
I followed her off the elevator, feeling completely thrown off. “We’re not going to another meeting?”
Lucy took off her glasses, setting them on the antique desk I had in the corner of the room, and then started unbuttoning her blouse.
Oh my…
“I cancelled all your meetings for the rest of the day.” She sat down, her shirt open, revealing a lovely bit of creamy flesh, décolletage and her intoxicating navel, and made a real show of taking off her shoes.
“You did?” I moved toward her, mesmerized by how utterly beautiful she was.
She stood up and pushed her blouse off her shoulders, letting it flutter to the floor. “We have business of our own to take care of.”
“We do?” I moved closer as she reached back and started unzipping the back of her skirt. My heart was now beating recklessly fast, and my cock was harder than it had ever been.
Lucy shot me a haughty little glare as she pushed her skirt down over her hips, and stood there staring me down, wearing nothing but her bra and panties.
She was magnificent.
“We do.” Lucy turned and started toward the bathroom, reaching back to unhook her lacy bra. She stopped just as it came apart and looked back at me. “This is where you ditch the suit and give me a tour of your personal shower.”
Oh god…
I tore the tie from around my neck, pulled open my shirt, sending buttons tumbling to the carpet—hell, I was trying to take off my suit jacket and my shirt at the same time.
Lucy stood there, holding her unhooked bra in place over herself, a distracting little grin on her face as she watched me pull my clothes off. She even snickered when I tripped trying to take my pants off without first removing my shoes.
Damn it… I’m better at this!
And then we were standing in the doorway of the bathroom, staring at each other. All that separated us was our underwear.
The air smelled of her.
My eyes were filled by her.
There was only her.
Lucy…
She padded her bare feet over the short distance between us.
She looked up at me, her eyes full and drowning deep.
“How about that tour?”
Tour?
Oh… yes. Lucy had never been in my private shower before.
Well…
I opened the clear glass door that led into the five by seven shower area. “Well, there isn’t much to show…”
She followed me in, looking around and then at me, licking those lovely, pink lips of hers.
I couldn’t take my eyes off her. “The tile is Italian. The glass is Bavarian and hand blown.”
She moved slowly closer and closer.
My heart was bashing at me from inside my chest. It wanted to be closer to her—I couldn’t blame it.
I reached over and hit the water. I had it set at the heat I preferred, and it poured from above like a waterfall.
Lucy looked down at my underwear. “I’ll show you mine, if you show me yours.”
My heart stopped, the world froze, and I about fell over.
The next moment I was pushing and pulling my underwear off and tossing them out the still open door of the shower.
And then I stood there, nude and painfully hard, before the woman I wanted—and had wanted—more than anything in the world.
And she was smiling.
Not a naughty smile.
It was slightly unhinged, and it was followed up by a ridiculous little snort.
She pointed down at my equipment and shook her head, a breathy little laugh fluttering out of her still smiling lips.
I placed a hand over myself—but when she started to laugh even harder, I put the other hand down there as well.
“What’s so funny?” I’d never had anyone laugh while looking at my cock before. Hard or soft.
“Well,” she said, walking over too me, her eyes trained on my crotch. “That… that thing is ridiculously too big.”
What?
“I’ve never had any complaints.” Did I sound a bit defensive there?
She looked up at me incredulously, and then back down at my penis. She reached out and brushed my hands away to get a better look again.
“Women actually like having that… that thing…”
I felt myself blushing.
This was too much.
I was feeling self-conscious about how big my cock was?
Talk about ridiculous…
Lucy had her tongue between her teeth as she visually examined me. “I read once that the average penis in America was a little under seven inches long… I think your…” She glanced up at me and was trying not to laugh. “That sucker is abnormal.”
Like all men, in my youth I had indeed measured my prick—yes, we all do it. Nine and a half inches fully erect is by no means abnormally large.
Yes, it’s thick as well, but nowhere near “beer can” thick.
Wait…
Lucy was talking about male anatomy in the abstract, in the scientific realm.
“You’re a virgin…”
It wasn’t a question.
I should have known.
Well, I couldn’t have known, but somehow I should have known.
Lucy looked up at me, her eyes shiny as if tears were eminent.
I pulled her to me and held her in my arms.
“I was going to tell you…” she sobbed so adorably. “I just got caught up in the moment. I’ve wanted to come in here… with you… since my first day.”
Oh…
Isn’t that sweet.
And naughty…
I was so hard, and every muscle in my body, every inch of my flesh wanted to be touching every inch of Lucy.
I wanted to be inside Lucy. More than I’d ever wanted anything in my life.
But a shower was no place to take a woman’s virginity.
No… the logistics were all wrong. And not only would it be too rough a position to start her out with, but I didn’t have any protection in my private office lavatory.
I could—
That’s when Lucy kissed me. Even though a moment ago she was in tears, and the moment before that she’d been balking at the sight of me hard (and abnormally large), she had both hands lightly wrapped around my cock.
My mind melted into a puddle of yearning and want. No real thought was possible at this point.
I wanted Lucy to keep slowly stroking me, just like she was.
At the same time I wanted to push the part of me she was stroking up inside her, all the way.
I wanted to be pushing up into her over and over and over again.
I kissed her back, and heard her whimper as I pressed my body against hers, my hardness sliding up between her legs, rubbing upward against her warm, very slick opening.
No.
No, no nonono…
I was not going to fuck Lucy for the first time in my shower.
It would be…
It would be glorious.
But it would also be like throwing her to the sexual lions…
She wrapped her arms around my neck, pushing her hips forward so that her subtle folds caressed themselves against my cock again.
Every thought that was in my head was smothered in a haze of desire, or pure, simple want.
To my credit, my testosterone overdosed mind found a beautiful, completely perverted solution to not fucking Lucy right here, right now—and yet still being able to have Lucy, right here, right now.
Gently, I grasped her wrists and raised them up so they were pressed to the tiles just above her shoulders.
“Don’t move,” I told her, my voice rough and cracked. I sounded like a beast, a ravening monster.
I captured her mouth with my own, thrusting my tongue through her lips to taste her.
I almost forgot what I was going to do, but then she shuddered and moaned.
Oh, yes…
I trailed kisses down her neck, over her collar bone, and then further down, licking and sucking as I moved down to her breasts.
Beautiful round, wondrously full, and softer than anything I’d ever touched.
And those swollen, pretty pink nipples, how they turned to hard little nubs as I teased and tongued and nipped at them with my teeth.
Lucy moaned my name.
It was the most beautiful sound I’d ever heard.
Ever…
I knew right there and then I would spend the rest of my life trying to get her to say my name, just like that, again and again.
I fell to my knees and kissed my way down the flesh of her stomach, lapping up the water that cascaded down her body.
And then I leaned in and kissed her right between the legs.
She gasped.
I pressed my hands between her knees and pushed up, opening her to me and bringing up my arms until I was cradling her smooth, soft bottom in my palms.
Her hands grabbed hold of my shoulders as I pressed another kiss to her now open sex.
Another gasp, and a nervous, “Dante?”
I could get used to this.
I opened my mouth and pressed another kiss in the same spot, but this time I darted my tongue out and traced the outer ridges of her pussy.
She tasted so sweet, so fresh and aroused.
I was so hard I wouldn’t be surprised if I came without even touching myself.
I looked up and saw Lucy bite that lip of hers again.
Oh, yeah…
It.
Was.
On.
I licked up into her, first shallowly, then deeper, laving her now quivering pussy with lash after lash of my hungry tongue.
I was loving the little moans she was making, the gasps, the halting breaths.
Yes, baby… come for me.
I wanted to taste her when she orgasmed. I wanted to feel her body contract, her pussy spasm. I wanted her to come with my face planted in her crotch.
(Okay, I’m a twisted, dirty man. But damn if this wasn’t the hottest damn moment of my life.)
Lucy’s hands were in my wet hair, and her fingers grasped at me harder and harder as she got closer to her climax.
And then, as if the pure joy I’d been feeling this entire time had just gone off inside her like a bomb, she cried out in no language I’d ever heard of, throwing her head back and clamping her pussy lips on my tongue as I teased and tasted and ravished her, lapping up every sweet drop of her climax, of her luscious juices.
Her body went limp against the wall, and I felt her start to teeter in my hands.
I leaned back and looked up her.
Her eyes were closed, and her mouth was a very relaxed smile.
And then she fell over.
I used my hands and every other part of me to keep her from doing a header onto the tiled shower floor.
A cold feeling ran down my spine and pooled in my stomach.
“Lucy?” I had her cradled in my arms, warm and limp and naked. “Lucy… what’s wrong?”
Her head lolled to the side and she giggled.
Giggled…
“That… was…” she sighed, her warm breath fluttering against my bare chest. “Awesome…”
She dissolved into sleepy little giggles and I had to smile.
That… was… awesome...
I couldn’t stop thinking, looking down at her, that that was just the beginning.
Lucy rubbed her satin soft cheek against my pec, gave my nipple a quick little nibble, and then promptly passed out.