Good Karma (59 page)

Feeling like a whole lot of
ho-hum-I-wish-I-were-in-Chicago, she made her way up the stairs to
her desk. At the foot of the hall, her steps faltered. Something
was different this morning. The air held a different spark. A
familiar scent, ever-so-subtle, touched her nose. Trying not to
appear overly eager, she hurried down the hall and came out on the
other side just as Mark emerged from the conference room as if he
had felt her presence, too.

They both stopped, and she sucked in her
breath. He was beautiful, as always, even though he was only
wearing simple charcoal grey trousers and a dark blue pullover.

“Can I see you for a minute, Miss Mason.” He
turned back around and disappeared inside the conference room.

She dropped her bags and magazines on her
desk and tamed her excitement enough that she didn’t fly into the
room behind him.

“Yes?”

“Close the door,” he said without looking at
her.

She did as he said, and the door latched
quietly.

He turned around, and she couldn’t quite
place the look in his eyes, but it caused her heart to race.

“Lock it.”

Obediently, she did as he commanded. The week
had just gotten very interesting.

In four long strides, he was on her, his
hands lifting her skirt. “How has your week been, Miss Mason?”

“Boring.” She loved when he called her Miss
Mason. It made her feel like they were strangers or mere
acquaintances, and in light of how familiar they were with one
another, his using such a formality often added to their intense
chemistry.

He pulled off her panties. “Boring?”

She nodded as cool air washed over her bare
flesh. “Until now.”

His lips quirked and the jangle of his belt
preceded the sound of his zipper opening. “Lesson,” he said.

Already flooded with desire so intense she
could barely stand, Karma could only nod, ready to learn. But,
clearly, this was a very specific lesson, with hands-on
application.

A square cellophane packet appeared in her
hands as if by magic.

“Office sex can be a good thing,” he said.
“Under the right circumstances.” He nodded toward the condom. “Put
it on me.”

She had never put a condom on a man before.
Mark had always taken care of that. “I don’t—”

He shushed her as he backed her toward the
wall. “I’ll help.”

She tore the packet open and took out the
latex sheath.

He flipped it in her fingers. “It goes on
this way, so that it unrolls down my cock.” He helped her position
it. “Leave a little at the tip and gently roll it on me.”

She did as he instructed, then he lifted her
up and pressed her back against the wall.

And then he was inside her.

Oh God. She was hot. So hot. So needy. She
hadn’t realized how much she’d missed him until just now.

“Office sex must be fast,” he said, grabbing
her hips and taking her harder than he had last weekend. “And
quiet.”

“Uh-huh.” She clung to his neck, already
feeling herself climbing toward release.

“Can you be quiet, Miss Mason? Can you come
without screaming my name?” He sounded just as close as she already
was.

With a shuddering breath, she nodded.

“This is not making love, Miss Mason.” He
grunted between clenched teeth as he drove into her. “This is
fucking.”

Just hearing him growl the dirty word pushed
her toward climax.

“There is a time and a place for both.” His
fingers dug into her flesh.

Hell yes there was!

The whole act lasted maybe three minutes from
start to finish. Quick, dirty, hard, and furtive. As she came, with
her lips against his in a silent kiss, she shuddered violently and
whispered his name at the same time he sighed hers on a tense
breath and climaxed.

Still breathing heavily, he quickly pulled
out, peeled off the condom, and pulled up his pants as she
straightened her skirt and blouse as if they had done nothing more
than run through a sales report, except her legs were still
trembling and her insides were still pulsing through the tail end
of her orgasm.

She had never had office sex, so dirty and
almost panicked in its pace. At any moment, someone could have
knocked on the door and discovered them. But that hadn’t happened.
They had done the deed and no one was the wiser. Not that there
were many in the office to interrupt them. Which had made this the
perfect time for such debauchery.

Mark had defiled her, corrupted her
innocence, and seduced her into the most depraved act she had ever
committed.

A smile crept over her lips as she took her
panties from him and pulled them back up her legs.

“Why are you smiling like that?” he said,
stepping close and wrapping his arms around her waist as she
finished situating her clothes.

“I was just thinking about how fun that
was.”

“I thought you would stop me.”

She laughed. “Are you surprised I
didn’t?”

“Yes, but glad.”

“Me, too.”

With an affected shake of his head, he said,
“You continue to surprise me, Karma. Just when I think I know how
you’ll react, you go the complete opposite direction.” He kissed
her. “I like it. Keeps me on my toes.”

“It’s your fault. I was never like this until
you came along.”

“Well, I’m glad I came along then.”

After another quick kiss, he pulled away, ran
his hands down his shirt and gave her the once-over to make sure
she was put together before unlocking the door. As he opened it, he
said, “Thank you for getting right on that, Karma.”

That was her cue to pull the façade back into
place. “Absolutely.”

As she was leaving the room, he stopped her.
“Could you grab my coffee, please?”

She looked around. It was just the two of
them. Casting him a coy look, she leaned close and whispered, “Get
your own damn coffee,
Mr. Strong
.”

His hearty laughter as she spun and sashayed
away on unsteady legs was like a symphony, and a moment later, as
he passed her desk with his mug in his hand, heading in the
direction of the coffee station, their eyes met. Amusement lit his
face.

“Just you wait, Miss Mason. I’ll make you pay
for this.”

“Ooo, promises promises.”

He winked and disappeared around the
corner.

Thursday was looking up. And so was
Friday.

Chapter 51

I’ve been
out with some extremely beautiful women who have had no sex appeal
whatsoever. It really is a lot more than skin deep.

-Rod Stewart

Sitting at the conference room table, Mark swiveled
in his chair and glanced at the wall where he and Karma had made
love. Or, rather, fucked. He hadn’t expected her to go through with
it. He really hadn’t. But, as usual, she had surprised him. She had
a way about her that threw him into a tailspin. Like a surprise
ending to a movie, she always gave him something he didn’t
expect.

Maybe that was why he was here now. Because
he wanted more of those surprises. He was becoming addicted to
them.

He wasn’t supposed to be in Indiana this
week. He had planned to stay in Chicago. But he had been slowly
going stir-crazy. All he could think about was getting back here to
see her, touch her, kiss her.

He pulled out his phone and typed out a
text.

I’d like to see you tonight.

Her phone chimed at her desk, but he refused
to glance at her.

A moment later, she replied.
I’d like to
see you, too.

He smiled and could feel her eyes on him.

7:00? Dinner? My place?

He buried his face in the reports on his laptop, and
a moment later, she appeared by his side, a fresh mug of coffee in
her hands. He turned, surprised to see her there.

“You looked like you could you use a fresh
cup,” she said, leaning down. “What are you working on? Anything I
can help with?”

Turning back toward his tablet, he said,
“Always.” Little did she know, but he had plenty she could help him
with, both professionally and personally. Another round against the
wall would be fabulous, but he wouldn’t risk that again.

She inched closer, and he closed his eyes as
her lips pressed against his ear. “Dinner at seven o’clock at your
place would be perfect,” she whispered.

Then she pulled away, stood up, and walked
back out. Just that quickly, Karma stole his concentration and
another chunk of his heart.

As she retreated to her desk, he stared after
her in amazement.

The student had become the teacher, and just
that quickly—just that easily—control shifted back into her hands.
Once more, the power was hers, even though he had been trying so
hard to keep it within his grasp.

He sent her another text.
Make sure you
bring an overnight bag, Miss Mason. You’ll be spending the
night.

This time, he looked at her as her phone
chimed. Her cheeks turned red as she typed out a reply. His phone
signaled the arrival of her text just as she met his gaze with a
shy smile.
I had a feeling. Want me to bring my Truth or Dare
game?

He chuckled and tapped out his response.
No. I have another game we can play.
He had plenty of fun
ideas to keep them entertained.

Another game?

Yes. Now, get to work. I hear you’ve got a
consultant in your office who’s watching everyone like a hawk. Some
more than others.

A moment later, his phone beeped.
Yes, we
do. And he’s seriously distracting me right now.

How so?

By being the sexiest thing I ever laid eyes
on.

He had never had this much fun with anyone
he’d dated.
Rest assured. He’s just as distracted.

Why’s that?

Because he can still smell the scent of you
on his body from when he fucked you against the wall this morning.
He’s in a terrible state.

His message was intended to shock, and when
he glanced her way, he got the response he wanted. She gasped and
shot a wide-eyed look at him, her mouth open in silent
surprise.

Gotcha. He grinned and chuckled as he typed
out another message.
I love how you react when I play with
you.

Maybe we should take the afternoon off and play back
at your place.

His brow quirked. Not a bad idea.
Think
anyone would notice we’re gone?

A moment later, he received her reply.
You’re not even supposed to be here. And I haven’t had anything
but a presentation to work on (finished, btw) for two days with
two-thirds of the office out. What do YOU think?

Mark leaned back in his chair and glanced
toward her. She arched her brow as if challenging him. Making his
decision, he stuffed his files in his bag and packed up his laptop
and tablet. Then he rose, pushed his chair under the table, and
shut off the lights.

“Miss Mason, I’ll be working from home the
rest of the day. If anyone needs me, you can reach me on my
cell.”

She nodded, and a mischievous grin spread
over her delightful face. “Well, enjoy the rest of your day
then.”

He leaned on her counter and whispered, “I’ll
see you soon.”

She winked. “Yes, you will.”

He turned on his heel and headed for the
stairs. Thank goodness he had come back to Indianapolis a few days
early.

Chapter 52

The only
limits you have are the limits you believe.

-Wayne Dyer

Karma’s back arched off the bed so violently, Mark
had to latch on with his mouth, trying for dear life to hold on as
an abandoned shriek tore from her throat.

“I’m-coming, I’m-coming!”

Her thighs clamped around his head, her
fingers dug into his scalp, and she cried out again. He actually
felt the tiny contractions of her tender flesh against his mouth
and fingers as he held her swollen clit against his tongue.

This after only thirty minutes of playing
Strip Chess.

After some time had passed, the convulsions
rippling her body ceased, her breathing evened out, and she
relaxed. Her legs unlocked from around his head, and, with a soft
kiss against her vulva, he crawled up her body then lay down beside
her, pulling her against him.

“Are orgasms always stronger when the Ben Wa
balls are in?” She lifted on one elbow and peppered his chest with
kisses.

“So I hear.” He had been pleasantly surprised
to feel the twin metal balls inside her when he entered her. He’d
been so excited that he hadn’t been able to last and had come
before she could join him, which obligated him to go down on her so
she could finish.

“Then I need to wear them more often.” She
lowered herself and rested her cheek on his chest.

“You won’t hear any complaints from me.” He
lazily brushed his fingers up and down her arm.

For a while, neither spoke, relishing the
quiet stillness that always wrapped around them after sex, then
Mark said, “I met with my boss yesterday.”

“Oh?” her fingers pressed more firmly against
his skin.

“Yes. My assignment is entering the final
stage. Things are progressing well.” Bad choice of words, because
the better his assignment progressed, the sooner it would end and
he would leave.

“I see. How long?”

“A month, two at the most.”

She huddled closer.

“Hey, I’m not going anywhere, yet.” He kissed
the top of her head.

“I know.” Her voice sounded fragile. “I’m
fine.”

“No, you’re not fine.” He rolled her to her
back and pinned her down. “And I’m not, either.” There. He’d said
it.

“You’re not?”

“Of course not. I like you. I’m having a very
good time with you.”

“So am I.”

He lowered onto her body and sighed against
the side of her neck, praying the weeks would pass slowly. “I just
wanted you to know so you weren’t surprised. We have plenty of time
left, okay?”