Husbandry (3 page)

“Actually, Steve has been very quiet lately.” I returned a
smug grin, though I knew it was petty of me. “The rumor around the water cooler
is he might get fired at the end of the week. I’m not the only one whose toes
he’s stepped on.”

“Serves him right,” Charles said.

“You sound so mercenary.” Not that I didn’t agree.

“I don’t like anyone messing with my woman.”

“
Your
woman?” The
independent part of me was appalled, but the spill of hot cream between my legs
belied my outrage. His possessiveness turned me on.

One look at Charles’s face and I knew I’d just challenged
him. He straightened away from his desk in slow motion and stalked me with a
smooth, predatory gait. Hunger burned in the gaze he had locked on me. I took
an instinctive step back, though I had no desire to flee.

Charles kept coming, backing me up until there was nowhere
else to go. He closed the office door in time to trap me against it. Once more,
that wicked cologne of his wreathed through my brain, making me sway. I licked
my lips, and he dipped his head to snare my mouth and trace the same route with
his tongue.

He then brushed kisses across my cheek and nuzzled the hair
behind my ear. “Yes, Fila.” His breath washed over my skin with every word.
“You’re
my
woman.
My
wife.”

The click of him turning the door lock made me whimper. I
didn’t mean for the sound to escape, but I was helpless when he stood this
close. He smelled and looked so good, and I knew he’d feel even better.

“I’m yours,” I admitted. “But only as much as you’re mine.”

He sometimes forgot I was his match too.

“That sounds like an equitable arrangement.” He tried to
play it cool, but his voice had lowered to an octave it only hit when he was
really aroused. “You said something about me taking more time with you. Have I
been neglecting my wife? Why don’t I take a break now and claim what’s mine?”

My lips parted, and I began to pant. Each breath pushed my
breasts out so the tips rubbed his chest on either side of his dark silver tie.
I was pretty sure the door behind me was the only thing holding me upright.

His lips grazed my cheek as he stepped back. He returned to
his desk and sat in his chair behind it.

“Take off your clothes,” he ordered.

“Excuse me?” I felt a fiery blush blaze across my face.

Charles’s expression might have been carved in granite save
for the lust I saw burning in his gaze. “I won’t repeat myself, Fila.”

“But…”

I looked around his small office, everywhere but at his
too-intense stare. My gaze landed on the window. It wasn’t a large opening, but
it looked across the street at several other office buildings, and it didn’t
have any blinds.

“The window.” I pointed to it, though it was the only one in
the room. “Someone might see.”

He returned a casual shrug. “I doubt it, but let them see.
Your naked body is a work of art, Fila. You should be on exhibit.”

Had anyone else said this to me, I would have gone
ballistic. Like so many other things, though, Charles got away with it. He made
me so hot I couldn’t think straight, and my heart pounded with equal parts fear
and excitement.

My hands shook as I reached back to unzip my dress. Because
of the spaghetti straps, I hadn’t worn a bra. I was instantly bared as I let
the top fall to my waist. My nipples were pebbled so hard they ached, and they
rose and fell hypnotically as my breasts heaved. There didn’t seem to be enough
oxygen.

“Drop the dress to the floor,” he commanded. “I want to see
all of you.”

I wanted to obey; I wanted to please him. But I didn’t want
the dress wrinkled.

The sound of my swallowing was overly loud. “I’m going out
to dinner with Chad after this for our weekly date night.”

“Ah.” He seemed to understand. “Then by all means you must
look your best for your husband. You may lay the dress over the back of the
chair. What’s this? Bare legs?”

I slipped out of the dress and folded it gently over his
visitor chair. Then I stepped out of my high heels and tucked them beneath. I’d
worn stockings to work all day, but I hadn’t bothered with them tonight. It was
hot out, and I planned to have a casual dinner with my husband. If I’d been
wearing the sheer nylon now, I was sure it would have melted to my skin.

The silky brush of my panties as I slid them down my legs
was enough to make my thighs tremble. I dropped them next to my shoes and
straightened.

Charles’s gaze began a slow sweep of my body that sent
tingles from my head to my toes. I’d never been so aware of my breasts and sex.
The flood of juices spilling out of me was unstoppable now, making my curls
glisten beneath the fluorescent lights.

“Well?” The word burst from me when I could no longer take
the tension.

He cocked one black eyebrow and leaned back with his fingers
laced behind his head. “Very nice.”

The silence stretched. His eyes, which had turned the
darkest green I’d ever seen them, continued to eat me up.

I couldn’t stop trembling.

At last he reached up to unknot his tie, loosening it until
it hung limply around his neck. “Come here. Climb onto the desk and lie on your
back.”

The husky sound of his voice almost came as a relief. Then I
registered his command, and a tiny glimmer of sanity returned.

“What if someone comes in? If they catch us, you could lose
your job.”

Instead of persuading him, my argument made him chuckle.
“Shows what you know about the good old boys who run this place. Seeing me
screw a beautiful woman on my desk would only raise me in their esteem. They
might even give me a bonus.”

My fists clenched as a tug-of-war raged inside me. His words
both irritated and aroused me; they rubbed me the wrong way while creating
another sort of friction. I was scared to death of being caught, yet the same
adrenaline heightened my need.

“Do it,” he said, stoking me higher with his domineering
tone. “Now, Fila.”

My feet carried me to him before my mind registered the
decision. He was already removing his computer monitor and accessories to lay
them on the floor. I reached out to clear the files and paperwork cluttering
the tabletop, but he stopped me.

“Leave them. I want you sprawled on top.”

Delirious with lust, I didn’t question him or hesitate. I crawled
up and settled lengthwise on my back. The position placed my butt directly on
top of the files I’d fetched for him.

“Grab the edge of the desk above your head.”

“Charles.” I meant to say his name as a reprimand, but it
sounded like I was begging. Maybe I was. I was sure I’d die if he didn’t touch
me soon.

“Hold on tight, and don’t let go no matter what.”

I felt almost light-headed as I complied. After I did, he
simply sat back and perused his handiwork. He stared at me the way other men
studied naked centerfold models, making me feel sexy and wanton. Everywhere his
gaze caressed me, my skin sizzled and pleaded for his touch.

The wait was torture. A full minute passed before he slipped
his tie from his collar with a smooth, sensuous pull.

“Lift your head.” He used the thin band of fabric as a
blindfold.

A small cry escaped me when he cut off my sense of sight.
Blinded, I strained my ears even harder for the sound of footsteps outside or
the knock on the door I was sure would come any second. My heart was a
jackrabbit ready to jump out of my chest.

As soon as the blindfold was secure, Charles pulled away,
leaving me alone in the dark. I waited in agony for him to make the next move.

An eternity later, his warm breath against my lips had me
opening to him. I could sense him hovering just millimeters away, but he
wouldn’t let me make contact with his mouth. Then that puff of air moved down
my neck and collarbone all the way to my right breast. Hot, moist air engulfed
my nipple, causing me to arch my hips and whine.

What followed was a steady assault on my aching
breasts—tropical warm fronts followed by cool breezes. I writhed on the desk,
desperate for more.

When I felt his mouth whisper across mine, I stretched up
and caught his lips. A quick pinch to my left nipple was my punishment. Charles
let me know exactly who was in charge.

“Please.” All pride was forgotten in the pursuit of
pleasure. “Please, Charles. I need you.”

“Is this what you need?” He traced my nipple with the pad of
his finger.

I arched my back to press closer, but he kept his touch
light. He moved the feathery caress to the other side before he shifted it
higher. I whimpered again when he stroked his fingers all the way from my neck
to the top of my pubic curls.

He dared to shush me. “You must be quiet. You don’t want to
disturb my coworkers.”

Coworkers who could knock at his door any second. I bit my
lip.

“That’s my girl.”

His fingertips rested just above my mons. I lifted my hips
to force them lower, but he refused to relieve me. Instead, he reversed course
and slid his whole hand back up to my chin. He didn’t have Chuck’s calluses, so
I felt the caress as one long, smooth stroke.

Despite my new vow of silence, I cried out at the touch of
his mouth. He took my right nipple between his lips and sucked firmly before he
added little flicks of his tongue. Cool air fanned the wet spot as soon as he
let go. Then he lavished the same attention on the other breast.

My mind—what was left of it—split in two. Half tracked the
sensation of his teeth scraping lightly over my areola, while the other half
followed the progress of his hand drifting lower now. He’d just pinched my
nipple between his front teeth and raked my pubic curls when the phone rang.

The abrupt peal made me jolt. I must have been out of my
mind because I could have sworn I heard him answer it.

“Hello?”

Oh my God. I hadn’t imagined it!

“Oh, hey, Bill.” The return of Charles’s hand to my chest
startled me anew. He began running his fingers over me and plucking my nipples
almost absently. “How was the conference?”

Tears of frustration leaked from my eyes, wetting the back
of the blindfold. I was so hypersensitive that every touch was torture. The
sensations were too much, yet not enough to trip my climax. I was so swollen I
had to squeeze my thighs together.

“Uh-huh. You don’t say.” Charles continued his conversation
as if he didn’t have a care in the world. Meanwhile, he shifted his fingers to
my inner thighs, where he began tracing circles. “Was there a good turnout?”

I parted my knees to give him better access. Just a little
higher and he’d touch my dripping pussy. Just a little more and I could get
relief.

His hand stilled as he laughed at something Bill must have said.
It was all I could do to clamp my teeth together and keep from howling in
frustration.

Ten seconds passed…twenty…and still his stroking didn’t
resume. His palm rested on my leg like a big tease. I wiggled to get his
attention and suffered the loss of his touch entirely. I groaned.

“Sure. I’ve got those figures right here. Let me put you on
speakerphone while I grab those.”

Had he said
speakerphone?
I had a second to process that before Charles whispered right in my ear, “Don’t
go anywhere.”

“Charles! Don’t you dare—”

The push of a button opened the phone line. “Hi, Bill. Can
you hear me all right?”

I heard the other man answer as if from far away, followed
by Charles’s response. My husband even tugged one of the files out from under
my shoulder and began reading.

“No, zero point one nine five,” he told the other man.

That was about how many seconds away from climax I was if
only he’d touch me. I was sopping wet and trembling with urgency, and a fine
sheen of perspiration chilled my skin in the air-conditioned office. If I let
go of the desk, I could take care of myself. I could slide my finger between my
slick labia and finish what he’d started.

“I wouldn’t recommend it,” Charles said. He was still
talking to that interferer, Bill, but I sensed the message was for me.

Choking back a cry, I thumped the back of my head against
the stack of papers under it.

“A seven percent increase? That’s right. That’s just right.”

The sudden finger he speared into my tender vagina made me
twist in shock. He pushed it all the way past the second knuckle before he
removed it. I heard papers turning and realized how he’d used my intimate
moisture. It was such a kinky, forbidden thing to do that I almost came right
then.

Seconds later, the thrust of two fingers inside my sheath
had preorgasmic explosions ricocheting around my pelvis. There was no soft
buildup or holding back, just the hard stroking I’d been begging for. I canted
my hips and rode those fingers for all I was worth.

They fell still again, and my impending orgasm stuttered to
a halt.

“I don’t care what Kyle says. That guy’s a dick.”

A dick was what I needed right now—namely his, driving hard
and deep. He twitched his fingers inside me but didn’t resume stroking. I
couldn’t tell if Charles was deliberately playing with me or was distracted by
the conversation. I didn’t care.

Just when I was about to lift my hips in demand, he curled
those fingers and began to rub the pads in a tight little knot. I gripped the
edge of the desk so hard I knew the wood grain would be stamped into my hands.
My impending orgasm ratcheted up to nuclear levels. I reached a plateau of
ecstasy I hadn’t known existed. The extra stimulation should have flung me over
the edge, but my straining body was shocked into stasis, holding there on the sharp
point of a knife.

“Nine o’clock.” Charles set down the papers he’d been
reviewing and continued massaging fire into my sheath. “I’ll see you then,
Bill. Bye.”