Drenched Panties (5 page)

"
Tyla
?"

“I’m sorry.”

She
blinked,
mortified she’d been staring at him the whole time fantasi
zing what those caramel muscles looked like under his shirt.
Tyla cleared her throat and motioned toward the monitor where the design she’d been working on for Brian was displayed. “So, this design is officially done?
"

Brian nodded. “Yes.
Go
on home and enjoy your weekend. Yo
u deserve it!"

He flashed a sexy grin, kicking her desire for him up another notch
.

“Thanks, you too.”

“Goodnight, Tyla.”

“Goodnight.”

She didn’t exhale until he exited her office.
It
didn’t seem right for
such a nice
,
tight
ass
to be confined by pants. She shook her head in disgust. A nice full glass of wine was definitely in the cards for her Friday night. Sh
e
clicked on her open windows, saved her work and started closing the programs she was using.

Tyla opened her
email and
clicked on
another one from Brian
. She smiled at his note of thanks for s
taying late.
She clicked reply and typed
two words: Anytime, Brian.

Another dialogue box popped up informing a file hadn’t saved properly.

Cursing under her breath, Tyla set the file up to save again. She re-opened her email again, distractedly typing Brian’s email address into the recipient box of her note and clicked send. Her stomach hit the floor a nanosecond later.

“No...
no
...
no
.”

She hurriedly opened her sent folder and gasped in horror.

Brian had just received her email to her ex!

Tyla broke
into a cold sweat.

What was she going to do?

What could she say after he read what she had written
?
Just the idea of facing him was making her stomach do triple flips. He was probably reading the angry, racy email right now.

Tyla cursed again. She had to say something. There was a chance he hadn’t read it yet. She could ask him to delete it, tell him she’d mistakenly sent the wrong email.

“Dammit,” Tyla said, feeling unsteady in
her heels
when
she stood up
.

She stared at her computer
screen as if s
he could mentally will the already sent
email back into her inbox.
With a shaky sigh, she turned away and walked out of her office, grateful no one else was around.

Maybe Brian already left.

That thought gave her hope as she neared his office.

Her black heels clicked loudly in the hallway
and each
breath
she took felt tight in her chest. Brian’s door came into view and Tyla’s heartbeat soared higher.
She knocked on the door
, sucking in a deep breath when Brian beckoned
her in
side. She
turned the knob and stepped into his office, momentarily thrown off
by the
dimly lit space
.
She
glanced aro
und his office,
abstractly
admiring
the elegant
décor and the tall windows open to show the twinkling skyline.

“Brian?”

“Yep.”

She approached Brian’s desk with knots twisting in her stomach. He was staring at his computer, the twenty-five inch monitor serving as the only source of i
llumination
in the room
.
She walked up to the
edge of his desk
and met his eyes when he turned away from his computer to look at her
.

"Umm..
.
I came to see if there were any
more changes
to make on
the project I'm taking home."

She was amazed she could speak, let alone come up with a decent excuse to engage him again. Her heart lurched as Brian shook his head, his gaze steady on her face.

"No changes,
Tyla. I
n fact
, I’m thinking
you are in need of a break."

“A break?”

She tried to swallow the lump in her throat. There was an edge in his voice.

He knew.

Tyla
gripped the edge of his desk
as she waited for him to continue
.
She was sure he was disappointed in her for
bringing her personal life to work.

"How long ha
s it been for you?" Brian asked
.

"Look, I am sorry about-
"

“I don’t want to hear your apology, Tyla.”

Tears burned her eyes as Brian stood up. She lowered her gaze from his, her eyes widening upon seeing the outline of his hard on in his pants.

“So, how long has it been, Tyla?” Brian asked, taking off his jacket. He came around the desk to stand in front of her.

He
was close to her. She could smell his
cologne
.

“How
long has it been since you've made love?"

Her panties were getting soaked as she stared at him. “What?”

“You heard me.”

Heat burned her cheeks and streaked all over her body.

“Brian...”

“How long, Tyla?”

Flustered, she held up her hand and Brian reached up to take hold of it.

“One month...two?”

“Four,” Tyla said.

Brian nodded. “Four months. That wasn’t in the email.”

"Brian, please..."

"Please what?"

His voice was like velvet and it made her tremble.

"Please
forget that you saw that email. I can’t believe I accidently sent it to you.
"

Brian rubbed the pulse point on her wrist. “Don’t worry about the email, Tyla. I can’t believe that jerk cheated on you. Look at you. You’re gorgeous. Not to mention talented as hell.”

“Thank you, Brian.”

Her heart knocked against her ribs in a chaotic rhythm. His words had taken her completely by surprise.

“Jared’s a fool.”

Three simple words brought the tears she’d swallowed back with a vengeance.

“You figured that out faster than I did.”

She hadn’t meant to sound bitter.

“Well, thank goodness you did.” Brian smiled at her. “He doesn’t deserve you. Your email would’ve given him a million more reasons to kick his own ass for letting you slip away.”

“About the email...”

He held up his other hand.
"Forget the email. It's already deleted.
”

She breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. I’ll never mention it again. You can walk out of here knowing that, or stay and answer one more question for me.”

Tyla considered walking out of his office for only a split second. She wanted to hear his question. She wanted him to keep stroking her wrist.

“Ask.”

Her response made him chuckle. A deep rumbling sound that made her toes curl in her high heels.

“So, is it true, Tyla?”

“Is what true?” She asked, her gaze falling from his face to his hand covering hers.

“Are your nipples ultra-sensitive?”

Her eyes widened in surprise and her nipples pebbled in reaction to his brazen question.

“Yes,” she said drawing in a shaky breath.

“I want to see them, Tyla. Are you going to stay or go?”

She was going nowhere and she was certain Brian knew it.

“Stay or go?” He asked again and his deep voice bombarded her senses.

“
Sta
-“

She gasped when his arm snaked around her waist. He pulled her close against his body,
her breasts crushed against his chest.
She lifted her face and he kissed her. Her nipples hardened and she moaned beneath the sensual onslaught of his mouth. Brian ended the kiss, released her hand
and
walked over to lock his office
door.

He held out his hand and she took it, letting him lead her over to
the
gorgeous leather couch over by the windows. It was the same couch she had sat on in meetings during the week.
He
closed the blinds enough to block unwanted voyeurs and returned to her side. He
unbuttoned her blouse and smiled at the purple padded bra she was wearing.
She reached behind her to unhook it. With her eyes on Brian,
Tyla s
lowly let the bra fall.

“Absolutely beautiful,” Brian said, his gaze running over her breasts.

She quivered beneath his appraisal. Her nipples were so hard they ached. She longed for him to touch her. She wanted him to tongue the tips until she moaned.

Brian bent his head to kiss
one puckered nipple and
Tyla
moaned. His
warm breath rasped against her sensitive flesh, making her grab onto
his shoulders as he
reverently licked her nipples. He moved
his other hand down the side of her skirt and
under the hemline. She gasped when his fingers slipped inside her
purple panties
and i
nto the hot, slick warmth of her pussy.
His fingers caressed he clit and her breath caught in her throat.

“You are so wet for me, Tyla. Will you let me pleasure you?”

“You already are,” She breathed.

He laughed. “I’m only teasing you. I want you...
all
of you. Is that what you want?”

She shuddered with need when he cupped her pussy and squeezed the dewy flesh. “Yes, please. It’s what I want.”

His hand slipped from between her legs. He reached behind her and unzipped her skirt. It fell to the floor, leaving her in only panties and heels.

“Take off your panties.” Brian watched her while she pushed the soaked lingerie down and stepped out of them.

“Now sit down.”

She sat down on the couch and looked up at him. He stepped out of his shoes and unbuttoned his shirt, revealing dark chocolate muscles and a
lickable
six pack.

“Spread your legs and show me your pussy, Tyla.”

Her gaze fell to his hands as he unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants. She slowly spread her wet thighs while he pushed his pants and underwear to the floor. His cock was as beautiful as the rest of him, thick and long. Tyla wanted to feel it buried inside her so bad, she leaned back against the couch and spread her thighs wider.

“You have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen,” Brian said, moving to kneel in front of her.

She gasped with pleasure when he kissed her pussy. She grabbed hold of his head when his tongue flicked over her clit. He slid one finger into her and stroked her while sucking on her wet flesh. Another finger was added, stretching her as she moaned and writhed beneath his erotic onslaught. He thrust his fingers deep inside of her while suckling and kissing her clit.

Tyla’s hands slipped off his head to grab hold of his shoulders. She dug her fingers into him as pleasure erupted into blissful waves. Her entire body trembled with each orgasmic tremor. She fell back, panting
against the couch.

Brian removed his fingers, pressing one more kiss against her wet pussy before standing. She shifted her body to lie fully on the couch. He went over to his pants, rustled in his pocket and pulled out a condom. Still trembling from her climax, she watched him open the package and sheath his cock while walking over to her. He covered her body with his, positioning himself between her legs and
tea
sing
her with the
fat head of his cock.

“Now, Brian.
Please
.”

He smiled at her while sliding his cock down her pussy lips to the heart of her. She cried out when he thrust forward, filling her completely. He was bigger than Jared and a more skilled lover, she vaguely thought. Brian began to move within her, all other thoughts fled as he pumped her. She cried out each time his balls smacked her ass.

“You’re so fucking tight,” He ground out.

His handsome face was a mask of control as he fucked her with slow, deliberate strokes. She wrapped her legs around him as he bent his head and kissed her. He increased his pace, making her gasp again. She scratched his back with her nails, mewling with each thrust.