Hired Help - Working Stiffs Book One (2 page)

The fact that she’d done so, more than once,
in moments of what she liked to refer to as private interludes of
intimate pleasure with technology -- well, nobody had to know.

Yeah, her thoughts about him
were quite a bit more…more…
personal
and intense than she’d realized. And yes, she’d
noticed his body too, since calling him “in good shape” was like
calling the Grand Canyon a bit of a hole in the ground.

Mel was built. The proverbial brick
shithouse would have envied him. His suits were tailored to fit the
strong shoulders and biceps, although she knew he preferred the
less noticeable ‘uniform’ of dark shirts and chinos. Even better
were the t-shirts and jeans she insisted he wear if they weren’t
involved in anything professional.

It was true that most of the time she barely
saw him. Her days were still filled to overflowing with work that
demanded at least a hundred percent of her focus. But when she did
step back and take a breath…hell, she was a woman. And she noticed
him as a man.

Perhaps here, now, with a king-sized,
satin-covered bed glowing in the shadows of the adjoining room and
her thoughts revolving around naked bodies, sex and that self-same
bed, Rose was super-focused on all things physical. Her hormones
were busily sticking stimulating pins into the voodoo doll of her
libido. It was probably natural that Mel, a prime specimen of
delectable masculinity if ever there was one, should figure in some
of her fantasies.

She would never admit, even to herself, that
those fantasies had begun leaking over into dreams of tangled
bodies, sweaty skin and screaming orgasms.

Absolutely not going to go
there
. She was here instead, ready for some
no-strings pleasure with a man who earned a living by ringing those
female bells.

She quietly awaited the expensive privilege
of being thoroughly fucked by a skilled and talented sensual
practitioner. He wouldn’t have to work quite so hard, since Rose
realized her little mental trip over to Mel and his yummy ass had
produced the inevitable reaction.

Her panties were damp.

Good timing, since at that moment she heard
a quiet tap, and her heart thumped in response.

Okay, coward. Open the damn
door
.

~~~

The guy walking down the
corridor was too handsome for his own good. And he was carrying a
rose.
Fucking A
.
How sleazy was that?

Pulling his professional face front and
center, Mel rose from the chair outside his boss’s door and held up
his hand to stop the man in his tracks. “And you are?”

“I’m Ms. Jackson’s appointment.” He blinked
as he surveyed Mel. “Damn dude, you must work out. You should get a
job here. You’d drive the clients insane with those biceps. Whaddya
press?”

Mel ignored the question about his
weightlifting capabilities and turned his hand palm up. “ID.”

“You’re fucking with me, right?”

Mel’s stare told the guy he wasn’t.

“If you’re looking for an ID
that says
Fuck Buddy
on it, you’re out of luck. My name is Josh and I have an
appointment with the lady. Okay?” The man’s eyes cooled and
hardened as they clashed with Mel’s.

Acknowledging that he was who he said he
was, Mel gave a brief nod and stepped back with one word.
“Hey.”

The guy paused and looked at him with a
slight frown. “What?”

“Fuck with her and you fuck with me. You got
it?”

“I’m here to fuck
her
. I’m here to do a
job, just like you, so get over it. I don’t hurt anyone, just make
‘em smile.”

“Whatever.”

Mel watched as the guy tapped on the door
and it opened, letting him inside and finally closing on the murmur
of voices. He didn’t think Rose had noticed him, since he’d backed
away around the doorjamb.

But she’d know he was there. He’d made sure
of it. If anything happened to her in this crazy place, Mel would
be first-on-scene, and he’d get her out if he had to carry her
through hell and high water or over a hundred guys in expensive
suits.

Just the idea of her getting it on with some
jackass she’d never met - well it turned his stomach upside down.
She didn’t know about the hard-on he had to fight every time she
touched him in that casual but friendly way of hers.

She hadn’t seen him closing his eyes and
struggling to keep his hands off her when she’d casually patted his
arm or rested her palm on his shoulder during an easy moment of
conversation.

She didn’t know about the number of times
he’d bitten back a groan of discomfort as his cock reminded him of
what it wanted several times a day.

She also didn’t know about the sweater he
had tucked away in his room…the one with her perfume lingering on
the collar. Yeah, it was damn near sick stalking, but Mel couldn’t
help it.

Sad truth was, he had a bad crush on his
boss. And there wasn’t one fucking thing he could do about it. He
even had to sit outside while another man got to do what Mel
himself would have given anything to do.

But to stay near her, to keep her safe and
do his job…well, permanent pain from a boner was a small price to
pay.

Adjusting the ache he’d learned to live
with, Mel sat back down on the chair provided for him and waited
for his boss to get herself laid. He didn’t even realize that he’d
sighed.

~~~

Rose hesitantly opened the door and then
stared at the large slab of… beefcake.

A grin widened across his firm lips. “Hello.
I’m Josh.”

He wore a perfectly tailored navy blue suit
with no tie, and his white dress shirt was unbuttoned a little. He
reached out and took her hand, pulling it to his mouth. Pursing his
lips he kissed her hand, sending shivers through her body.

He was beautiful in a masculine kind of way,
his body firm but not overly muscular, his height just right, his
hair straight off the cover of GQ magazine.

Oh shit, I’m in
trouble
.

Before she could speak Josh handed her a
rich red bloom. “A rose for a Rose. May I come in?”

As she closed the door behind him she caught
a glimpse of Mel frowning and then stepping out of sight.

She pushed that image away and dredged up a
smile for Josh. “Would you like…?”

Her words were interrupted as she found
herself clasped into a kiss that buckled her knees while sending
lightning bolts to her pussy. The flower tumbled to the floor.

Hello
hormones
.

“Mmm, I couldn’t help myself. You have such
soft skin. I hope that wasn’t too forward but I couldn’t resist.”
He stroked her cheek gently. “I’m yours. Tell me what you’d like.
Where you’d like it. You’re in control.”

“Uhh…what?” She was still dazed from the
kiss.

Josh led her to the small loveseat beside
the fireplace. “Let me show you.” He took off his jacket, dropped
it on the cushions, and put his arms around her with an easy
smile.

He was definitely eye candy, confident,
charming and giving off major sex vibes. Everything a woman could
want, wrapped up in an expensive shirt and slacks. And he smelled
nice too.

She gulped. “Sorry, I’m just a little
nervous. It’s been a long time since I’ve been with a man.” She
took a deep breath and continued. “One of my girlfriends told me
about this place and what could happen...”

He shook his head as he leaned over and
turned on the small sound system, letting some quietly rhythmic
music slip beneath his words. “Shhh, Rose, let’s not talk about
other people. I’m here with you, for you, and all my focus is on
you. Nobody else. Just talk to me. Tell me what you like, how to
give you the most pleasure. Tell me what you want.”

There was that smile again,
genuine, interested.
Wowzers
.

His hands were soothing, stroking her spine
as he began moving her gently in time to the music. She felt --
surrounded by him. It wasn’t unpleasant.

“I like sex.” He dipped his head and licked
her neck. “I like women. Very much.” His teeth grazed her skin
where she could feel her pulse throbbing. “I like the way they
feel, the contrast of soft skin and warm moist flesh…”

She jumped at the tiny nip. “Oh my.”

“I love the way they smell, rich and spicy,
sometimes sweet, always different. And of course…” he paused a
moment, brushing his lips over hers in the lightest of kisses, “…I
love the way they taste.”

“You do?” She breathed her question into his
mouth.

“Oh yeah. I do.”

They were swaying now, her breasts against
his chest, their groins aligned so that she could feel the hardness
behind his fly pressing urgently into her. He was turned on.

And she was responding to his seductive
whispers like a faucet cranked open all the way.

“I like to feel how soft a woman’s thighs
are,” he continued.

“God.”

“There’s nothing, no other experience, as
special as having those thighs resting on my shoulders. I want to
share that with you, Rose. If you’d like to, of course. It’s a
favorite position of mine. Holding a woman, lifting her so that I
can feast on all that sweet bounty hidden by her pussy lips…”

Images formed and fell apart in Rose’s
brain, an erotic movie playing behind her closed eyelids. Was there
a woman alive who wouldn’t respond to a man talking to her like
this? She doubted it.

“Do you think you’d like that, Rose?” His
hands slid down to her buttocks and cupped them, squeezing gently.
“Would you enjoy having me tease your pussy with my tongue? Or
perhaps pushing it inside you a little, caressing you, tasting your
sweet honey?”

“I…I…” She stuttered, words beyond her as
she struggled to process so many different sensations from within
her body. She was on overload, swamped beneath a wave of desire and
lust.

It was amazing, unique and made her head
spin.

He seemed to know. “I’ll just bet a man
hasn’t ever told you what he’d like to do to you before.”

She shook her head. “No. You’re right. How
could you tell?”

“You’re blushing.” He squeezed her ass
again, a little harder this time. “It’s wonderful. I’m really
enjoying being the first. And I can’t wait to tell you what I want
to do to you when I’ve got you naked.”

Rose couldn’t help the gasp as her eyelids
shut down the sight of his face, so close, reading her every
thought.

“When I’ve made you come with my mouth,
Rose, I’m not going to leave you alone. That’s when I’ll move to
your breasts. Did you know that some men are skilled enough to make
a woman orgasm just by sucking her nipples?”

“Uhh…”

Even more heat flared
through her body at the thought of having such an intimate
conversation. It centered between her legs and radiated from there.
Josh was very
very
good at this. Of course, whispered a little voice in the back
of her head, for the price this place charged their clients, he’d
better be.

“Maybe we should get more comfortable and
then you can talk to me for a bit. Tell me what you need and how I
can make you happy.” Josh slid his palms from her ass up her back
to her shoulders and then down her forearms. She let him take her
hands and lead her to the bedroom, her heart thudding with
apprehension.

All of this was foreign to her. She didn’t
know what to say, what to ask for, which position she wanted, or
anything about anal sex. Would Josh expect her to demand it? She’d
been told it would cure a bad case of constipation, but even that
delightful bit of information hadn’t inspired her to consider it.
Was she unsophisticated or just a proverbial tight-ass?

She did her best to push aside the wildly
crazy thoughts racing through her head. If she could just get naked
and into bed with him, it would all come back to her, sort of like
riding a horse. With a guy who was most likely hung like one.

Oh God, I’m gonna be
bow-legged tomorrow
.

Josh eased her close, gently pulling her
small frame against him. He was solid, muscular, and all man. She
couldn’t help a little moan of pleasure as she pressed against his
body and his hand pulled her blouse away from her shoulder. He
kissed the bared flesh, tiny tender caresses that made her
shiver.

Everything was so perfect. It was romantic,
erotic and exactly what she needed. To feel desired again. To
recapture those moments that reassured her she was a woman. It was
why she’d set up this whole night. Her body was on fire, her pussy
moistened with desire and she felt his cock rigid against the soft
curve of her belly.

Josh leaned into her and whispered. “I want
to fuck you, Rose. Be naked and inside you. Thrusting my cock deep
in your cunt while you fall apart and scream for me.”

His words were direct and blunt. They cut
through her arousal like a sharp knife and reminded her of exactly
what was happening. She was using him, using his cock for her own
pleasure. He was, in actual fact, little more than a vibrator with
a pulse. Although a damned good-looking one whose batteries
probably wouldn’t run down thirty seconds before the ultimate
moment…

He spoke again, his voice seductive and just
above a whisper, his hot breath brushing her ear, his fingers
running over her bare skin. “Will you let me suck you off, Rose? Do
you want me to eat your pussy first? Get you wet and ready for me?
Or are you in the mood to suck my cock? Whatever you want,
baby.”

Baby? Did he just call me baby? Is he
kidding?

Something inside Rose shut down with an
almost audible clang. Her mind skidded to a halt and the erotic
interlude became no more than a slight tickle between her legs. The
details of the room sharpened into focus as Josh’s amorous caresses
diminished to a mild annoyance.