Desire's Edge (22 page)
She shivered. Being outside in the familiar February weather wasn’t the only thing she craved. It was Dante, too.
It was always Dante.
She left the window and sat back down in her chair, picking up her cell phone. Maybe there would be a message from him? He often sent her sexy little texts throughout the day when he wasn’t in court. Or sometimes even when he was, which seemed particularly wicked. A few words from him could make her hot all over in an instant. Could warm her needy heart.
God, she hated being needy. She was
not
that girl—never had been. But with Dante she couldn’t help it.
not
that girl—never had been. But with Dante she couldn’t help it.
The last weeks had been wonderful and difficult, all at the same time—a delicious kind of torture she’d never experienced before. They were together almost every night, and on the weekends. On the nights she didn’t see him, she tried to stay busy. She’d taken work home with her a few times, had met Lucie for dinner, had browsed through her favorite bookstore. But it was as if every moment she wasn’t with Dante happened at a distance. She felt removed from everything but him.
Lucie had known something was up that night at dinner, but she hadn’t pushed. And Kara hadn’t called her very often. She knew Lucie wouldn’t wait forever for her to spit it out, so it seemed better to avoid her for now.
She didn’t know how much longer she could hold it inside, though. Every night with Dante she was afraid it would come bursting out. She’d been disappointed and relieved that he hadn’t taken her back to the Pleasure Dome yet. It was too intense there; she was certain if they went there, she’d drop too far into sub-space to control it, and the words would come tumbling out, her secret revealed.
She couldn’t do that. If she told him, they would both have to face it, and it would all be over. And she couldn’t help but flash back to the last time she’d revealed a secret to a man, when she’d told Jake about her kinkier desires. That had been the end of everything. Which was fine. He was all wrong for her. But still, it was the idea of giving up the secret, especially one she
knew
she had to keep to herself.
knew
she had to keep to herself.
She sighed, set her phone down and brought a brief she was working on up on her computer screen. It was Friday, and she was supposed to turn this in on Monday afternoon. If she didn’t get her head together and do some work, Monday would be hell. She forced herself to focus. Eventually, her brain began to shift gears and she immersed herself in work.
It was nearly five o’clock when her cell phone beeped, telling her she had a message. She smoothed back her hair with her palm, her heart beating. She had to calm down. It wasn’t necessarily a message from him.
But it was.
My place tonight. Seven o’clock.
She smiled to herself. They hadn’t talked about seeing each other tonight; she thought he’d mentioned that he had plans with his friend Alec. But before she could answer, another text popped up.
Never mind. Can’t wait. Come to my office at six.
Her smile broadened, her body going warm. Her nipples came up hard beneath her lace bra.
One hour. A whole hour before she would see him. And then, who knew what might happen?
She loved that—that he kept her on her toes. She was amazed she didn’t resent him for it. And probably the old Kara would have. But Dante was showing her that giving up her power by choice didn’t equal being weak. And it was a revelation to her. Freeing. Just as he’d suggested it could be when they’d first met. She wouldn’t have been able to believe it then. But these weeks with him had changed so much for her.
She hadn’t expected this thing with Dante to bring about any real self-discovery. Looking back, she didn’t know what she had expected. A brief fling with an old crush, maybe. A foray into her darker fantasies. She had never thought she’d fall so hard. That her every waking moment would be consumed by thoughts of him.
Sex with Dante. Dante’s big bed. Dante’s beautiful body. The velvet of his skin. The command of his hands, his voice.
Dante
.
.
Only one more hour . . .
twelve
Dante glanced at the clock for the tenth time in the last hour. Five of six. Only a few more minutes until Kara was with him.
He’d stopped questioning this constant craving for her. He’d just agreed with himself that he didn’t have to understand it to enjoy it. On some deeper level he knew perfectly well he was avoiding something. He simply chose not to look at it any more closely.
And Kara was an amazing woman; why shouldn’t he enjoy her? She was sexy as hell. As smart as he was, probably smarter, which was something he didn’t come upon often enough. And the sex . . . The kink was always there, the power exchange. Even when they just had sex, without all the edgier stuff, that dynamic was always present.
Of course, it probably always would be, because he was who he was. Had been for most of his adult life. But some of it was Kara, too. The way she responded. Her need to let go was bone deep. And he loved that about her. Yet it wasn’t as important to him as it normally was.
She was right when she’d accused him of using the kink to keep people at a certain distance. He could admit that. He could even admit that he was still doing it with her, to some extent. But she’d broken through the cracks in his armor and found her way in, under his skin. There were too many things that were good between them. The sex, even talking with her. He could talk to her for hours. They often did, staying up late into the night after sex. Or on a lazy Sunday morning. Sometimes they even sat together in companionable silence, which was even stranger.
Scary, if he let himself think about it, so he usually didn’t. Not much, anyway. But right now, waiting for her to walk through the door, he couldn’t help it.
She would be there any moment. A shiver of anticipation ran through him. Anticipation that was about more than his hardening cock. The thought of bending her over his desk once more.
Just focus on the sex. On the power play.
He ran a hand over his jaw, letting his finger scrape against the end-of-day stubble there. He needed the sharp sensation to ground him.
I am losing it.
Losing it over a woman. Over Kara. It was all he could do to hold it at bay, some days.
A soft knock at his door; then she was slipping through. Gorgeous in one of the tight skirts she often wore that fit her like a glove. This one was a fine red wool. He loved that it wasn’t the basic black, or the neutrals most people wore around the office. That she usually wore. It was as if she’d known he was going to ask for her today. As if she’d worn the wickedly sexy skirt just for him.
Maybe she had.
She smiled, and he sat back in his chair, motioning with his chin for her to come to him.
He was hard already.
Keep it under control, buddy
.
.
But as she moved across the room, he was fascinated with the sway of her hips. With the contrast of the sexy, body-hugging skirt and the prim white blouse she wore with it. With how damn long her legs looked in her sheer black tights and high black pumps.
“Dante . . .”
“Kara.” He paused to really look her over. Loved the way she squirmed a little under his scrutiny. Loved everything about her.
“Nice,” he murmured before reaching out for her and taking her hand.
Just think about the sex. How she feels . . .
He pulled her into his lap. Her bottom was soft across his thighs. There was too much damn fabric in the way, but they were at the office, and he’d made it a policy never to take all her clothes off there. It felt less risky to him, even with the door locked. If anyone knocked, they could pull themselves together in a matter of moments. He’d never stripped her down in his office. Even though all he wanted was to have her naked, to spread her thighs wide so he could go down on her and lick her to orgasm.
A hot surge of need in his cock at the thought of it.
Yes, just focus on that
.
.
He loved to go down on her. Couldn’t get enough of the sweet taste of her flesh. Making her come with his mouth. It was one of his favorite things. And it seemed to be one of hers, which made it even hotter.
“How was your day?” he asked her, his arm slipping around her waist and holding on just tight enough that she had some sense of his command.
He
had some sense of his command again, with her hot little body in his lap, making him harder by the moment.
He
had some sense of his command again, with her hot little body in his lap, making him harder by the moment.
“It was . . . fine.”
“Fine?”
“Until you sent me that message.”
“Oh? You didn’t care for my message?” He reached down with his other hand and gave the inside of her thigh a small pinch.
“Oh! I just . . . couldn’t wait to be here with you. I couldn’t concentrate on anything else.”
He smiled at her. “Good answer. And what was it you wanted from me, Kara?”
She pulled in a soft, sighing breath. “Everything.”
Another sharp stab of pleasure deep in his belly, in his cock. “Ah, you are perfect.”
It was true. She
was
perfect.
was
perfect.
She surged into him, the curve of her silk-covered breast pressing against his chest. He swore he could feel her sex heating up, even through the layers of her tights, her skirt, his slacks. Fucking torture. He couldn’t take it for one more second.
“Stand up for me, Kara.”
She did so, no questions asked. If only she knew how submissive she became with him the moment he even hinted that they were in role. It was automatic for her now. He loved it.
“Turn around,” he ordered, and she complied. “Kick your shoes off. Good girl.”
He reached under her skirt and pulled her tights down, slid her skirt up around her waist and found her naked underneath.
“Ah, nice. Lean over and hold yourself up against the desk. And spread those pretty thighs for me.”
She did as he asked, bracing herself on his desk, bending over until he could see her pink pussy lips, glistening with moisture. His mouth watered.
He stroked her naked ass. Felt her shiver. When he slipped a few fingers in between the soft folds of her sex, he found her soaking wet. His cock pulsed.
“Bend over, more—yes, that’s it.”
Her ass was high in the air, her sex open to him. And he leaned forward in his chair, holding her open with his hand so he could taste her.
Salty sweet, like the sea and the pure nectar of desire. He licked, one long slow stroke along her slit, and she was panting instantly.
He pulled back.
“Keep quiet, Kara.”
He moved in and licked again. Her thighs went rigid—he could feel her tensing up—but he also knew it meant she was close to coming already.
He went to work then, licking, licking. Using his thumbs to delve inside her, then sliding them up to press on the hard nub of her clit. She was gasping quietly, pushing back against his face.
“Dante . . .”
He kept licking her, thrusting his tongue deep inside her.
“I’m going to come,” she whispered.
He pulled back, pausing to move one hand to her ass. She surged back, knowing what he was going to do, and spread her legs even farther apart. And with his fingers soaked in her juices, he slipped one into her tight anus.
“Ah . . .” She kept her voice low as he pierced her. “So good . . .”
He moved back in, keeping one finger in her ass as he ducked to put his mouth on her again, licking, sucking the soft lips in, one at a time. When he pressed on her clit with his other hand, she exploded, her pussy going drenching wet. Her ass clenched hard around his finger. Her legs shook.
He was so damn hard he could almost come, just feeling her climax. Feeling the velvet texture of her, pussy and ass, all at once.
Christ. Calm down.
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