Chapter 17 - Dominic
When I deliver the finished table and chairs, it feels like there’s a sense of finality to it. They turned out well, and I’m proud of the work I’ve done. I drive back to the workshop and clean everything up. I put all my tools away and sweep the sawdust off the floor. I wipe the workbench down and stack the scraps of wood in the back of the shop.
Once everything is clean, I stand near the door and sweep my eyes around the room. It’s spotless, which is not the way I like my workshop to look. Usually I have a half a dozen projects going on, in various stages of completion.
The headboard I made the other day is leaning against the far wall, calling out to me like a beacon. Nothing else has come up, and right now it seems like my best and only option. I run my fingers through my hair and make the long walk to the other side of the workshop towards the headboard.
I run my fingers along the top of it, exactly how Ethan did. Exactly how Mara did. I look at the piece that I threw together and the corners of my lips start to lift up.
I want to take this job.
As much as I’ve been telling myself I shouldn’t, or I don’t want to, or that no one would approve, I know that I want to take the job. I want to spend the next few weeks working furiously and then have something at the end of it that I’m proud of. I want to collaborate with Mara and spend more time with her. I want to see her every day, to hear her laugh, and see that spark in her eye.
I want to do this.
I almost jump when I hear her voice behind me. I turn to see her in the doorway, grinning at me.
“Admiring your work?” She asks.
I chuckle. “Something like that.”
“I don’t blame you.” She’s wearing a flowing dress that falls just above her knees. It fits her perfectly, and I can’t help but stare as she walks towards me and puts her hands on my chest. I dip my chin down and press my lips against hers. Her hands slide up around my neck and we embrace as our bodies melt together. She pulls away and smiles at me.
“So, I have some bad news,” she starts.
My eyebrows jump up. “You don’t seem too upset.”
“Well, I’m not. The bad news is my parents don’t want to hire you.”
“Okay,” I respond. I wait for her to continue.
“The good news is, I don’t care.”
I laugh and wrap my arms around her waist. She interlaces her fingers behind my neck and lifts her eyes up to mine. I can see a spark of mischief in her eyes that I recognize from when we were kids.
“That’s very brave of you,” I say.
She tilts her head to the side and grins. “I’m a brave person.”
“I know you are,” I growl. “You’re here with me, all alone.” She grins as I dip my head down towards her and kiss her again, this time a little bit harder. I never knew it could taste so good to kiss a woman. I never knew that having someone in my arms could feel so right. I never knew what I was missing until she walked in to my workshop and offered me the world.
She presses herself against me and pulls my neck down towards her. I run my hands down her sides and around her body. I love the way she fits into me. She makes a little moan and my whole body trembles. I drag my hands down to her ass and grip it, pulling her closer to me. My cock is hard again, and I know she can feel it pressed up against her.
I lift her up and sit her down on the workbench. She yelps and giggles, keeping her arms wrapped around my neck.
“I want you,” I say. My voice is gravelly, and when I speak I see a spark in her eye. She grins.
“So take me.”
She reaches for her purse and I see her take out the unmistakable silver package of a condom. My heart starts pounding and I take it from her. In an instant, my pants are around my ankles and the condom is on. She wraps her legs around me and I reach up her skirt. My eyebrows shoot up and she laughs.
“No panties?” I breathe.
All she does is bite her lip in response. I can’t take it anymore. I’m like an animal. My cock plunges deep inside her in one smooth motion and we both moan at the same time. Her walls stretch for me and I exhale as I enter her. I push myself deep inside her until we’re completely connected. Her fingers dig into my shoulders and she throws her head back in ecstasy. I stare at the curve of her neck as I drive my cock deeper and deeper inside her.
Anyone could walk in. Anyone could hear us through the wide-open door. She’s sitting on the workbench in plain view, with her legs wrapped around me and her dress pushed up around her waist. Anyone could catch me, Dominic Clarke, with Mara McCoy in the throes of passion – but I don’t fucking care. No part of me cares right now. All that matters right now is Mara’s pleasure and the heat building in the pit of my stomach.
When she comes, it’s too much for me. My orgasm explodes and I savor the feeling of her fingernails digging into my back. Pleasure floods my veins and I groan, letting myself go completely. She grabs onto me, resting her head on my shoulder as her legs are locked around my waist.
It takes a couple minutes for the breath to come back to my body. She lowers her legs and we separate as I discard the condom. When I pull my pants back up, she’s adjusting her dress. She flicks her eyes towards me and grins.
“Good morning,” she says with a laugh. “That was nice.”
“It was better than nice,” I respond. I tangle my fingers into her hair and bring my face to hers. I kiss her once more as she wraps her arms around my neck and presses her body against me.
I can’t get enough of this woman. She’s incredible and sexy and smart and funny… all I want to do is spend my days with her.
A little voice at the back of my mind is screaming that it’s a bad idea, but I can’t help myself. When she pulls away from me, she runs her finger along my jaw and scratches my beard. I close my eyes and groan. Her touch feels so, so good. Her body feels like it was made for me. Her kiss tastes incredible. I ignore that little voice and wrap my arms around Mara, bringing my lips to hers once more.