Reparation (2 page)

I stare at him in
fascination, because he’s staring at me in fascination…
where his hand is wedged firmly against me. His gaze slowly moves up
and locks with my own.

“Watch, Mac,”
he whispers, and then nods his head back down to my hips. Both of our
eyes travel south, and mine stayed glued to his hand working me.

But then the
feelings get to be too much. My blood is pumping faster, and Matt’s
fingers are hitting deeper. My eyes have no choice but to flutter
closed as my head falls back in utter surrender. I hear Matt give a
soft laugh at my ability to do nothing more than focus on my
feelings, and he adds his thumb to the mixture of pleasure.

Then I’m
flying high and a long moan flows up from my throat and filters into
the air, just as my body earthquakes itself into an orgasm. It shreds
me from the inside out and seems to go on for an eternity. I’m
completely wrecked when it finally stops spasming.

I’m vaguely
aware of Matt removing his fingers from me. It sort of penetrates my
brain that he’s covering me up with my comforter. I’m
almost asleep by the time he presses his lips to my forehead and
says, “Good night.”

“Good night,”
I murmur back, and then I’m out.

Being in a new
relationship is fun, particularly if you have someone that has a good
sense of humor. For example, check out this text exchange between
Matt and me this morning.

Me:
Are you like
my boyfriend now?

Matt:
I’m
not sure. Don’t I have to ask you to go steady or something?

Me:
Good
question. Grade school was too long ago.

Matt:
Let me see
if I can figure this out. Do boyfriends get blow jobs from their
girlfriends?

Me:
Definitely!

Matt:
Do
boyfriends get to go down on their girlfriends as often as they like?

Me:
Most
assuredly!

Matt:
Do
boyfriends get to fuck their girlfriends senseless?

Me:
I’m
horny.

Matt:
Focus and
answer the question.

Me:
Yes! Yes,
they do!

Matt:
Unfortunately,
I don’t think we are technically boyfriend/girlfriend yet.
We’re not doing any of those things.

Me:
:(

Matt:
Did you
just sad face me?

Me:
Yup.

Matt:
Tragic.

Me:
I
know.
You know, you could fix this and just have sex with me.

Matt:
All in good
time.

This is the Matt
Connover that I’ve been pleasurably dealing with all week. He’s
like a different man. I mean, when he decides to take a risk, he goes
all in. He’s not the type to dip his toe in the water and test
out the currents first. Nope. He dives in headfirst, never even
checking to see if he’s at the shallow or deep end.

I admire that. I
admire the bravery with which he is giving me a shot. He’s gone
from being completely bitter and closed off, to being adventurous and
open-minded.

And best of all…
he seems to be enjoying the new way in which we are discovering each
other.

Glancing at my
watch, I note it’s only three PM. Only five hours left until my
date with Matt. That is… the original date he had asked me on
last weekend. It’s kind of sort of a big deal, even though
we’ve done something together almost every night this week.
We’ve caught either a quick dinner after work, or maybe even
just a drink. One night, we just sat in his office because we were
both working late and talked.

But tonight…
tonight is where I’m going to demand he fuck me so we can get
back on the track of having a full-blown relationship. I’m done
having him try to woo me.

I’m wooed
enough already.

Thinking of all the
ways that Matt is trying… I mean,
really
trying, to
give me what I’ve asked for, suffuses me with warmth and
appreciation for him. It’s a feeling of tenderness I had not
yet really possessed.

It makes me want to
tell him that right now.

Standing up from my
desk, I walk down to his office, nodding at various colleagues I pass
in the hallway. Matt’s door is closed as always, but after a
light knock, he grants me entrance. When I step in, the brow that was
furrowed as he looked at a file smoothes out and an appreciative
smile comes across his face.

“To what do I
owe this pleasure?” he practically croons softly at me, and it
makes me want to crawl on his lap and rub up against him.

“Get up,”
I tell him. “Let’s go for a walk.”

His eyebrows rise.
“What? In the middle of a workday?”

I roll my eyes at
him. “Shocker, yes, but people are allowed to take breaks in
their work day. You and I have been at it for seven hours straight
already, and neither one of us took lunch. Let’s go take a
short walk to stretch our legs, and I’ll buy you a cup of
coffee.”

Stroking a finger
across his chin, he stares at me with contemplation. “I can see
merit to this idea.”

“It’s a
fantastic idea. Come on, law boy. Let’s beat feat.”

Slapping his palms
on his desk, Matt stands from his chair, looking almost like a child
that’s been told he can go out and play.

“You’ve
never done this before, have you?”

“What?”

“Go for a
short walk midday. Taken a moment just for yourself.”

Matt gives me a
sheepish grin and shrugs his shoulders. “I guess not. It feels
kind of wicked.”

Laughing, I start
for the door. “I haven’t even begun to show you the ways
you can be wicked during a workday.”

I’m brought to
an abrupt halt as Matt reaches out and wraps his hand around my
wrist. I turn toward him, looking at him in question. He gets this
sexy little grin on his face and pulls me slowly back his way, until
I’m mashed up against his body. Inhaling, I appreciate the
woodsy-citrus smell of his body wash. He never wears cologne, and I
love that fresh smell he always seems to have.

Pushing his fingers
through my hair to the back of my head, he grips me and pulls me
closer. His lips are so soft when his mouth touches against mine.
It’s a kiss of gratitude, hope, and happiness.

But Matt still has
sexy down to a science because as he pulls back, he says, “Are
you ready to get fucked tonight?”

Oh God, the man can
cause my body to shudder violently with just a few words, and he
looks triumphant as he feels the tremors rumble through me.

He smiles at me like
he just won an Olympic gold medal. “I’ll take that as a
yes.”

I open my mouth to
tell him yes when his office door flies open. We both hear it at the
same time and jump apart like we’ve been zapped with an
electrical current.

Spinning around,
Bill Crown stands there, looking between Matt and me with a look of
shock on his face. He closes the door and steps back against it,
giving us a grave look. My heart is racing a million miles an hour
because I got my proverbial hand caught in the Connover Cookie Jar.

Sneaking a glance at
Matt, he has a light smile on his face as he faces off against Bill.

Turning back to
Bill, I steel myself, getting ready to absorb the tongue lashing I
know will be coming.

Instead, the serious
look vanishes and a wide grin spreads across his face. “I knew
it,” he says triumphantly. “I knew there was something
going on between you two.”

Matt starts laughing
and slips an arm around my waist. “I was going to tell you, but
truth be told, it really wasn’t until this week that I was sure
it was going to work.”

I look wildly
between the two men, not really understanding half of what’s
going on. Matt is my boss… he should not be within five feet
of me in an intimate nature. Bill, as his business partner, should be
pissed about this.

Yet, he looks almost
giddy.

“I don’t
get it,” I say dumbly, pulling slightly away from Matt because
I still feel like he’s forbidden fruit. “Aren’t you
mad?”

Bill chuckles. I
note that when he smiles, he looks about ten years younger. I always
thought Bill looked haggard and worn out, and I’m wondering if
it’s because he’s generally unhappy. But now… he’s
looking at Matt like he wants to shake his hand and slap his back.

“I’m
thrilled for Matt, actually,” Bill says. “He’s been
single far too long, and he’s a great guy. He deserves
happiness. But… obviously, this should stay secret. I’d
suggest keeping your make-out sessions to a minimum.”

“Point taken,”
Matt agrees. “I assume whatever you came in for can wait? I
have a short walk I need to take with my girl. I’ll be back in
ten minutes.”

Bill is still
grinning when we leave Matt’s office.

This is huge. I
mean, really big—and I’m not talking about Matt’s
package. Although, that is really big, too.

No, I’m
referring to the fact that I’m standing on the threshold to
Matt’s apartment, knocking on his door.

No, I’m not
stalking him. Before he left work for today, he stopped by my office
and asked me if I would I like to come to his apartment for dinner,
for our date.

His
.
Apartment
.

The man that doesn’t
take women that he’s fucking home.

See… huge!

Because that means
he definitely sees me as more than just a great lay. He is truly
seeing that maybe we are relationship material. He’s
progressing far faster than I ever thought possible, and it makes me
admire him even more for the efforts he’s making.

The door opens, and
a moment of pure giddiness possesses me when I see Matt. He’s
beyond gorgeous as he stands there in dark-washed blue jeans and a
tight, white t-shirt. His feet are bare, and he has a corkscrew in
one hand. He is relaxed and happy to see me, and I melt a little more
for him.

“That’s
not a new sexual toy you bought to use on me, is it?” I ask,
looking at the corkscrew. “It looks like it may hurt.”

Matt steps back to
let me in, giving me a grin. “I don’t need toys to use on
you, baby.”

“No, you
don’t,” I whole-heartedly agree.

Looking around, I
take in Matt’s apartment. It’s totally a man’s
home. It has light beige walls, dark leather furniture, and a TV in
the living room that practically takes up an entire wall. It’s
comfortable looking though, and I immediately kick off the heels I
wore with my jeans and peasant top, placing them near the door.

“Come in the
kitchen,” Matt says. “I’m finishing up dinner.”

“Smells
delish… What are we having?”

“Nothing
fancy. Just a quick, chicken casserole. I’m not that great of a
cook.”

“Then I’m
very impressed that you are trying to cook for me. I think you might
get lucky tonight.”

Matt pulls a bottle
of wine from a rack beside his refrigerator and opens it up. “We’re
both getting lucky tonight,” he says softly.

The tone of his
voice… it’s seductively promising, and warmth rushes
through me. He stares at me as he pours two glasses of wine, his eyes
burning bright.

“You’re
very good at this,” I say as I take the wine that he offers me.
I take a sip and sigh with pleasure.

“What’s
that?” he murmurs as he takes his own sip. His eyes blaze into
me over the rim of his glass.

“Dating me…
trying to give me a relationship. It’s more than I expected, so
thank you.”

Matt sets his
wineglass on the counter and walks up to me. He takes my hand and
lifts it up to his mouth, pressing a warm kiss on the inside of my
wrist. He stares at me as his lips move across my skin, and my pulse
flutters madly in response.

“You know,”
he says as he takes my glass from my other hand and sets it on the
counter, “I told myself I wasn’t going to touch you when
got here, but when I opened my door and saw you, I knew that was a
lie.”

Taking my other
wrist, he pulls it up to his mouth to give it a warm lick, followed
by a soft kiss, all the while pinning me with his gaze. “Then I
told myself I would wait until after dinner to have you, but now…
touching you… tasting you like this…”