Sudden Devotion (2 page)

Chapter Two

“Hey, Mitch, how’s it going?” Larry asked from the doorway.

Mitch glanced up to see Larry standing in his doorway. His least favorite person in this law firm. “Good, Larry. You?” Mitch went back to his papers in an attempt to seem too busy for idle chat. It didn’t work. Mitch could sense Larry just standing there waiting for his undivided attention.

“You need something, buddy?” Mitch asked in his least sarcastic tone.

Larry let out a roar of laughter before stepping completely inside and shutting the door. Setting his coffee cup down on Mitch’s desk, he proceeded to plop down in the chair directly opposite Mitch and whistle.

“Ooh, boy. Did you get a look at what Claudia wore today?”

Do not roll your eyes; Mitch made a silent oath to himself. “I hadn’t noticed. Nice?” Mitch didn’t really care, but he wanted to stay on the arrogant bastard’s good side. He was good friends with at least two of the partners, maybe more. And the camaraderie in the boys club was very tight.

“Nice? Boy, don’t you have eyes? I swear that sweater she’s wearing is made for a ten year old. The way it accentuates her…”

“Hi, Claudia.” Mitch quickly interjected when he saw the object of Larry’s desire standing there.

Claudia walked in the room, completely oblivious to Larry’s red face or his eyes on her ass. “Hi, Mitch. I got those Interrogatories finished for you.” She leaned over the desk to hand them to him, giving him a very purposeful view of her cleavage.

“Thanks, Claudia, I appreciate you getting them done so quickly.” Mitch took the papers from her hand, ignoring the way her eyes were undressing him.

“Anytime.” Claudia took a moment to glance at Larry before turning her twinkling eyes back to Mitch. “Call me anytime. I know they’re tons more secretaries here.” She shrugged before continuing. “But I wouldn’t mind being the one you come to for
all
of your
needs
.”

Mitch didn’t miss the inflection in her voice, nor did he miss the hidden promises she implied. She made her interest in him crystal clear. “Okay, thanks again, Claudia. Could you shut the door on your way out please?”

She gave him a smile that would have rivaled that of the late Marilyn Monroe before turning on her heel and sashaying. There was no other way to describe the exaggerated hip-swaying walk she gave toward the door.

Larry waited for the door to close before he turned to Mitch. Lifting his brows in admiration, Larry whistled. “Damn. She wants you bad. You gonna hit it?”

He did not just say that. What was he, forty-five? At least. Was he even allowed to say ‘hit it?’ “Nah. She’s not really my type.”

“Not your type? What are you, gay or dead?” Larry slapped his own knee from the hilarity of his joke.

“Neither. I’m just not into women who are quite so blatant.” Mitch shrugged it off, knowing full well Larry wasn’t going to let it go.

“What? Are girls like that Sara out there more your thing?” Larry laughed again.

Wow. You must think you’re pretty damn funny don’t you? “Sara, she’s the…ah…the one with the blonde hair right?” Mitch was fishing for information. He knew very well who Sara was. He also knew how damn sexy she was.

“Yeah. You know, the one who doesn’t wear that much makeup. Ordinary, and I mean,
ordinary
clothes. Nothing sexy. I swear, she reminds me of a librarian some days.”

Again, Mitch sat there while Larry cracked himself up. Did this guy ever do any actual work, he wondered? “She seems pretty enough.” No, she seemed damn gorgeous.

Her shoulder-length blonde hair, which had a natural wave, could look unruly, but in a sexy, tousled way. Her green eyes shimmered every time she smiled or laughed, and her body seemed as though it should be something carved out of the finest marble. She wasn’t petite, but her frame gave off the appearance of being tiny. Her breasts definitely weren’t small, though. He estimated they were probably a C cup, and they looked absolutely delectable. While she hid it well with her clothing, he knew very well just how tiny of a waist she had and how sexy the delicate curves of her hips looked as she writhed and bucked her body in pleasure.

Larry shrugged it off. “Yeah, I guess. I mean, she’s not ugly by any means. She just doesn’t doll herself up, you know?” Larry took a big swig of his coffee before standing. “Anyway, I better get back to work.”

What? You’re going to work? No, are you sure it won’t be too much for you? Self-indulgent prick. “Sure, see you later.” Mitch watched Larry leave his office and hoped to God that in ten or fifteen years, he didn’t turn into a jerk like that guy.

Mitch took a deep breath and decided that maybe he should take a little walk. Just to stretch his legs, he told himself. Yeah right. He knew he would see Sara. He had to break the ice with her in order to get to know her. Because what Larry hadn’t mentioned was that Sara was quiet and shy. And if Mitch was honest with himself, he would have to admit that wasn’t his usual type. But something about her seemed just too damn good to pass up.

* * * *

Sara sat at her desk with her headphones on and listened to the voice drone on and on about legal jargon as she typed steadily. She was so bored. She could do this in her sleep. She needed something. Anything! A small flush rose over her cheeks as she remembered how she woke up that morning.

While she was mortified that someone might have seen her, she couldn’t help but remember the excitement she felt at watching the couple. She had watched them before. But it seemed so much more erotic this time. She had wanted to be down there with them. Them? Hmm, she wondered about that. Would or could she be with another woman? She doubted it. She couldn’t even be with a man. Every time one was nice to her, she clammed up.

“Sara? Are you listening to me?” She looked up to see Mitch Harding, the new attorney they hired just last month. He had dark hair and brown eyes. He was handsome in a classic, GQ way. But his biggest attribute was his smile and that he used it often. He was actually very pleasant, which she found odd since most of the attorneys at the firm seemed kind of sleazy.

“Sorry. I was lost in dictation land. What can I do for you, Mitch?” She took the headphones off and set them in front of him.

Mitch looked at her, and he weighed his options. He could be a pig like Larry and tell her exactly what she could do for him. But that was not his style, not to mention it would probably be frowned upon in the work place. Better off keeping it simple and casual to start with. “Do you have the
Jennings
file? I couldn’t find it in the file room.”

“Ah, let’s see. Yep, here it is.” She pulled it out from underneath some other folders and reached over her desk to hand it to him.

“Great. Thanks.” He should have walked away then. But he couldn’t. He didn’t move at all as he found himself staring at her green eyes. Until that moment he hadn’t realized just how pretty they were, with tiny hints of gold flecks surrounding the pupils. Intriguing, he thought. No matter how beautiful she seemed to him, he was still mesmerized by the picture of her loving herself with her vibrator. He couldn’t get the erotic image out of his mind.

It was probably good that she didn’t even know that he had moved into her complex. He hadn’t even known she lived there, either, until he saw her walking away from her mailbox yesterday. Yesterday, just hours before he watched her pleasure herself into such an intense orgasm she fell asleep.

“Mitch? Is there something else you need?” She with an inquisitive look on her face.

Yes, lift your skirt up and let me eat your smooth pussy. “Nope, that’s it, thanks.”

She smiled and put her headphones back on while she went back to her typing.

Mitch walked back to his office and closed the door gently. He tried to reign in his control as he paced the small office space and cursed himself when he couldn’t get his hard-on to settle down. The same thing had happened to him this morning in the shower. But he had been able to do something about it then.

He walked behind his desk and sat in his chair. He leaned back, lacing his fingers behind his neck. Think of something boring, he thought. Probability and statistics. He had hated that class in college, so that should do the trick.

But it didn’t. He just started trying to calculate all of the different ways he could fuck Sara. He considered all of the different variables of taking her in public or in private. Then his mind drifted for a moment when he thought of all of the toys he would love to use on her, causing a smile to form and his eyes to close, losing himself in the fantasy.

He was startled out of his thoughts by the sound of papers falling to the floor. Mitch opened his eyes and saw Sara standing there. Her eyes wide as she stared at the bulge in his pants. She wasn’t moving, and he had to bite back a grin when she unconsciously licked her lips.

“Sara?” His voice was seductively quiet.

He watched as she slowly brought her gaze up to meet his and swallowed. “I…I brought a...” He had to hold back a smile as he saw her staring at his erection through his trousers. The sight was clearly leaving her tongue tied. He wondered if she was hypnotized by the image, just as he had been the first night he saw her.

“Close the door, Sara.” Although spoken quietly he was giving her a clear demand.

He waited as she did as he asked and closed the door.

“Thank you. So now, what did you bring me?” He smiled at the hidden innuendo. He enjoyed the look on her face. He had thought when he fantasized about her last night that it would take some coaxing to get her into his bed. But now, watching her, he knew that she was almost there, and he would have her.

She was frozen, still not saying a word. He waited until finally her eyes met his. Raising his brows at he indicated he was waiting for her to continue.

“I found, um, the ah.”

His lips quirked up as he saw her gaze drop back down to his erection. “Ah, I see. Is this what you found?” He asked her as he reached his hand down and rubbed his cock through his pants.

As she blinked nervously he felt sorry for her. Her hand was against her chest and she looked as though she was short of breath.

“There is no reason to be shy or embarrassed, Sara.” He smiled at her as he continued to rub up and down on the front of his trousers. “Would you like to come over here?”

He could see her inner conflict. It was clear in her eyes. Just as he was sure she would say no and leave the office he heard her say, “Yes.”

Sara seemed almost more surprised than he was that the word spilled from her mouth. As he smiled at her he wondered where this brazen Sara had come from. Could it have been his neatly trimmed, dark hair? Maybe his brown eyes that most women referred to as gorgeous? Maybe it was his tan and muscular physique.

No, he knew those were only part of her attraction toward him. The way she was staring at the bulge in his pants said it all.

“Sara? I thought you were going to come here.”

She had stopped just on the other side of his desk, shaking her head, clearly unsure of herself and what she was doing.

“I shouldn’t.” she said to him in a quiet whisper.

He laughed and held his hands out to her. “Oh? I don’t agree. I think you should. Now come here.”

There was a predatory gleam in his eyes telling her he wouldn’t take no for an answer. He waited as she started walking toward him again.

Mitch turned in his swivel chair and opened his legs. Pulling onto the belt of her skirt he yanked her body closer until his head was staring at her breasts. He closed his eyes and remembered what she had looked like last night in the window as she pinched her nipples until they were hard little nubs of pleasure.

Mitch turned her slightly and forced her body up to sit on the edge of his desk. He watched her as her breathing became rapid and she continued to say nothing. He knew he was taking a chance here. Office place romance was not a good idea in any profession. Not to mention when you were the new guy. But he didn’t want to romance her. He wanted to fuck her.

Mitch rubbed his hands up her legs and under her skirt. Relishing the silky smooth skin that lie under his fingertips. He watched her eyes close as she gasped. In part pleasure or part fear, he wasn’t sure. He was usually very good at reading women. He knew what they liked and could tell from their body language and expression just how far they would go. Even when they didn’t. But something about her perplexed him. The layers to her reactions were contradicting one another. Which only fascinated him more.

When he got to the edge of her panties, he gently ran his fingertips along the lower seam, starting from the outside and working in. He watched her face flush as she moaned. Once he got to the small satin covering the beautiful, shaved pussy he saw last night, he stopped.

“Your panties are wet, Sara.” He pulled his fingers out and licked the dewy moisture from his fingers. “Mmm, and you taste so sweet, too.”

Oh, Jesus. What was she doing? This was so not the type of person she was. Or was she? She remembered last night. She remembered the things she fantasized about when she watched the other couple, and she knew the things she craved. She wanted this. Right now, and right here, she wanted Mitch. Wild horses couldn’t have dragged her away.