Wicked Construction
by:
Robyn Michaels
All Rights Reserved
Copyright © 2008 Robyn Michaels

Wicked Diary was the topic of conversation at every table in Sensations, the small bistro where Lauren and Josie were enjoying their weekly luncheon. The store that was the subject of so much discussion was located across the parking lot. It had opened a few days earlier and foot traffic was still fairly light. It wasn’t immediately obvious from the exterior of the building that the shop sold sex toys. The front window was nearly opaque with only the store’s name stenciled in lovely indigo gothic letters. The door was made of the same opaque glass with the name etched into it. The brick façade was just like the rest of the strip mall surrounding it. It was all very classy and discreet. While everyone in town might be curious about the store with such a delightfully naughty name, they were extremely cautious about being seen entering the new shop. The small town gossips would have a field day with those individuals brave enough to set foot inside.

“Can you believe that one of those stores opened in Eatonville?” Josie took a bite of her chicken salad sandwich but continued speaking before Lauren had a chance to respond. “I mean, it’s not like they can expect that much business in this little backwater ‘burb after all. Get real. The people in this town are so behind the times, I’d be surprised if most knew what kind of store Wicked Diary really is.”

“I don’t know. We might be surprised at who decides to shop there.” Lauren carefully kept her gaze centered on the bowl of steaming vegetable soup she was stirring, refusing to look at her friend in case she noticed the desires Lauren was hiding. The store with its naughty wares was definitely tempting Lauren to take a walk on the wild side.

Josie’s unladylike snort caused Lauren to look up at her oldest and best friend’s face. “Yeah, right, I can just see old Mr. Preston buying a big purple butt plug for the missus.” She snorted again. “Next you’ll be telling me you plan to stop in there and pick up…” Josie’s voice trailed off momentarily when she caught the uncomfortable look on Lauren’s face. “Oh my God, Lauren, you do want to!” Josie’s voice, while never soft, was suddenly loud enough to attract the attention of the other restaurant patrons. “I can’t believe it.”

“Would you lower your voice?” Squaring her shoulders, Lauren looked at her friend with what she hoped was a determined expression. “And, anyway, why not me?”

“Helloooo! Do you even know what they sell in that place?” Josie rolled her eyes, picked up a fry and popped it in her mouth before continuing, “Sex toys, Lauren. They sell all types of sex toys.”

“I know that. Sheesh, I’m not an idiot.” She sighed. “I may not be as worldly as you but I know about stuff like that. I’ve read about the different types of, um, toys in my erotic romances.”

“Yeah, but have you ever touched one?” She wiggled her eyebrows at her friend and chuckled at Lauren’s deepening blush. “Yeah, I didn’t think so.”

“I just thought I’d go look around.” Lauren nervously broke off a small piece of her whole-wheat roll and dropped it into her soup before continuing. “I’m not looking for anything in particular, just curious.” She scooped the piece of bread out of her soup and raised the spoon to her lips. “It’s not a crime, you know.” She sighed and ate her soup.

“I didn’t say it was. I just can’t imagine you strolling around in there and looking over the different display items. It kind of boggles the mind is all.” Josie popped another fry in her mouth and took her time chewing it. “Okay, when do you want to go?”

Lauren choked on the mouthful of soup that she had just eaten. “Wh-what?” She grabbed her napkin to cover her coughing fit, glad that she was nearly finished with her meal since she knew she’d not be able to eat another bite.

“Well, if you’re going in there, I’m not letting you go in alone.” Josie nodded at Lauren. “You’ll need someone who knows what’s what. I’m the girl for that.”

“I don’t need a babysitter, Jo.”

“I know that. Maybe I just want to get a look inside too.” Josie cocked her head to the side, wiggled her eyebrows, and glanced past Lauren to look at the front of the store in question. “After all, all of my previous shopping has been done online. I might want to get my hands on a few of the things I’ve just seen pictures of before. So, when do you want to do this?” The wicked grin accompanying Josie’s comments was enough to convince Lauren there was no way of discouraging her friend from accompanying her on this particular field trip.

“Um, what about today…after work?” Lauren’s blush deepened further as she swirled the remains of her soup around the bottom of her bowl. “I’d think tomorrow would be crowded with people, um, you know, wanting to get their purchases for the weekend, but tonight shouldn’t be that bad.”

“Alright, today after work it is. I’ll come by your office when I get off and we’ll head over from there.” Josie took a last drink of her iced tea, placed her napkin on the table and signaled for the waitress to bring them the check. “I guess it’s time to head back. We don’t want to have to work overtime tonight.”

She winked as she spoke.

* * * *

Five o’clock, finally, Lauren thought as she began shutting down her computer for the day. The butterflies in her stomach threatened to take flight again. She’d been wavering between calling Josie and canceling their after-hours appointment and convincing herself that she was looking forward to their little expedition. Each time she was certain it was a good idea, the butterflies would break out of their cage and threaten to send her screaming to the restroom in a panic. Geez, it’s not as if I’m the first person to go into a sex toy store.

Lauren rolled her eyes at herself as she grabbed her purse from the bottom drawer and set it on top of her desk.

Knowing that Josie would be here any minute, Lauren headed to the far end of the large reception area. She knocked lightly on the closed door, only opening it after hearing her boss’ muttered, “Yes?”

“It’s five o’clock and I’m heading out,” she said as she stepped into the room. “I just wanted to let you know that you’re the last one here.”

“Damn.” He raked a hand through his too-long sandy blonde hair and looked up from his paperwork. “It can’t be five already. I still have two more bids to put together before I head out.” He glanced at her with the most beautiful azure colored eyes that Lauren had ever seen. His grin was genuine and infectious as he added, “Ah, the price of being boss.”

Jace Cavanaugh was the managing partner of Cavanaugh & Jackson General Contracting, and, in Lauren’s opinion, the main reason for the continued success of the business. His partner, Chaz Jackson, was too busy schmoozing, wining and dining all the big wigs in town to spend his evenings in the office putting together bid packages. Lauren had never understood why Jace let Chaz get away with all the crap that he did. Jace was much too easy on his wayward partner.

“Better you than me.” Lauren chuckled when Jace flashed an exaggerated grimace. “Well, I’m gonna head out. Don’t stay too late. Remember, you have to be on the Cooper job site at six thirty in the morning. Mr. Cooper wants that house built before he leaves town next month.”

“Don’t remind me.” He groaned, leaning forward and bracing his chin on his palm as he watched Lauren intently. “The rush jobs are killers. I know he has another store opening in Texas and wants the manager’s house finished before he has to head out. But, damn, it’s going to be close.” Sighing deeply, he leaned back in the chair, never looking away from her face.

The intensity of his gaze made her nervous. She was afraid that Jace would see inside and know that she was picturing him without any clothes. Knowing the danger of that train of thought, Lauren decided it was time to leave. “Well, I’d better-” She didn’t have a chance to finish the thought because just as she was turning to leave Jace’s office, she heard the outer door open and Josie’s voice pealed through the rooms.

“Hey, Lauren, are you ready to get wicked?” This suggestive comment was followed by Josie’s hooting laughter.

All the blood drained from Lauren’s face when she realized that Jace had clearly heard Josie’s question. Oh, hell, half the building probably heard her. Lauren’s blood rushed back to stain her cheeks and neck with yet another blush in a day filled with them. One of the biggest problems with having red hair and pale skin was the damn blushes. There was no way anyone would miss her embarrassment, least of all her very observant boss. Currently, her sexy as sin boss was staring at her with a confused expression.

“Lauren?” Another strident call from her soon-to-be dead friend. “Come on, it’s time to go-o!”

Leaning out the door, she said loudly, “I’ll be right there. I’m just saying goodnight to My Boss.” She put a heavy emphasis on the last two words to keep Josie from blurting out some other highly inappropriate comment. Swinging back to look at Jace, she managed what she was sure was a completely lame smile before saying, “Well, good night. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Are you okay?” He stood up behind his desk as if he intended to walk toward her. “What’s going on?” His faded blue jeans and button-down chambray shirt showcased his muscular body to perfection and Lauren couldn’t keep from raking her gaze over him.

“Oh, nothing, really. You know how crazy Josie is. Just ignore her.” Lauren knew she was babbling but couldn’t stop the words any more than she could stop waving her arms around like a lunatic. “Anyway, we’ll get out of your hair. Good night.” She stepped out and closed the door before he could ask any other questions that she couldn’t, no, that she wouldn’t, answer.

Striding across the room, she grabbed Josie by the arm and, in an angry whisper, hissed, “Did you have to come in here yelling at the top of your lungs? Damn it, Jace is still here. He’s in there right now wondering what the hell you were talking about.” She let go of her friend and covered her still red face with both hands. “What if he had figured out where we’re going? Huh? I would not be able to come back to work if he knew that we were going to Wicked Diary.” She dropped her arms to her sides and groaned softly.

“Are you through?” Josie quirked an eyebrow. “Now, first of all, how in the world would he figure out where we’re going by my question? If anything, he probably thinks we’re going out to a party or something.” She threw her hands up in frustration. “Secondly we’re not doing anything wrong. We’re just going shopping. So what if it’s a sex toy shop? Who cares?”

“I know. I know. It’s just that, well, it’s Jace. My boss. Someone I have to see every single day.” Lauren had harbored a secret desire for her handsome boss since the day she’d interviewed for her job. Not that she ever expected anything to come of it. She’d seen the type of women Jace dated - petite blondes with big chests. She was neither petite, nor blonde. As for the chest, well, she could compete in that area and probably win any contest. However, in the thirteen months she’d worked for him, she’d never seen Jace with a tall redhead. Not once. Lately, though, she hadn’t seen him with any woman. She still wasn’t going to hold her breath that she’d be the first redhead he finally took notice of.

“Well, are you ready to hit Wicked Diary yet?” Josie had her fists planted firmly on her hips and her head cocked to the side, looking at Lauren intently.

“Yeah, I guess so. May as well get it over with.” She grimaced, “I never should have mentioned going there. I know better.”

Lauren picked her purse up off the desk and slid the strap over her shoulder with an audible sigh.

Josie grinned. “Yeah, you should have known better.” She grabbed Lauren’s arm and pulled her toward the door. “What exactly are you looking to buy tonight? A rabbit? A flogger? Oh, oh, I know! You’re gonna buy one of those pink blow up chairs with a great big dildo in the center, aren’t you?” Josie’s laughter drowned out Lauren’s emphatic denial as she pulled the door shut behind them.

Neither Josie nor Lauren noticed Jace standing at the partially open office door watching and listening so intently. His smile was truly sinful as he considered the conversation he’d just eavesdropped on as well as the possibilities it presented. Maybe, just maybe, he’d break through that wall surrounding his assistant’s heart with a little help from Cavanaugh & Jackson’s newest client, C. S. Cooper, and his store Wicked Diary. Stepping back to his desk, Jace picked up the phone and made a call that would change his life - maybe forever.

* * * * *

The interior of the shop wasn’t anything like Lauren expected it to be. Having never been inside an adult toy store, she had prepared herself for something slightly sleazy or smarmy. However, stepping into Wicked Diary was like walking into a high-end boutique, very classy and elegant.

The displays were understated but showcased a variety of similar items on each black and silver silk covered table. Tall freestanding Chinese screens separated various sections of the store, allowing a modicum of privacy for the customers. Tapestries depicting couples in various erotic poses adorned the walls. Soft, seductive music floated from hidden speakers and patchouli scented the air.

“Wow, can you believe this place?” Lauren couldn’t quit staring at the unexpected surroundings. She knew she probably had a wide-eyed innocent expression on her face but could do nothing to change it. She was literally shocked by the looks of the place.

“I know. Isn’t it wonderful?” Josie didn’t appear the least bit shocked at the décor or the displays. Her bright smile held a hint of mischief as she turned to look from one table to another. She grabbed Lauren’s arm and began steering her around the various sections of the store, picking up a red leather flogger one minute and a humongous, no-freaking-way-is-that-going-anywhere-near-me butt plug the next. Josie was like a butterfly flitting from flower to flower; only the flowers she was visiting were of the particularly naughty variety.

Lauren trailed in her wake, nodding or shaking her head in response to Josie’s animated commentary where appropriate. The other customers either ignored the two women or seemed amused by them. One man in particular seemed to hover close by when Josie made her most scandalous comments, causing Lauren to blush from head to toe.

He was a handsome man, apparently in his mid thirties, with short black hair, storm grey eyes and a nose that looked like it had been broken on at least one occasion. The dark grey dress shirt he was wearing accentuated his broad shoulders. His narrow hips, muscular thighs and taut ass were emphasized by his black slacks. His outfit gave him the look of a fallen angel visiting Earth to do some major league sinning. The amused looks he sent their way did nothing to detract from his allure.

“So, what do you think of that walking hunk of sex over there?” Josie’s whispered words jolted Lauren from her eerily similar thoughts.

“Not bad. Not really my type though.” She looked at the purple vibrator Josie was absently holding in her hands instead of glancing over at the subject of their conversation.

“Honey, he’s every woman’s type. Who do you think you’re kiddin’?” Josie rolled her eyes before adding, “If not him, then who’s your type?”

“Oh, I don’t know.” Lauren wasn’t about to share the details of her crush on her gorgeous boss. She carelessly picked up a display item off the nearest table. Looking down at the object in her hands, she blushed furiously before dropping the sting of anal beads back onto the satin cloth.

“Well, he’s my type and I’m not going to let an opportunity like him pass me by without at least giving it a shot.” Josie laid the vibrator back on the table, winked at her companion and headed in the dark angel’s direction.

Lauren shook her head and chuckled under her breath. She should have known that Josie wouldn’t let a man like that go to waste. After deciding to do a little more exploring, Lauren made her way toward the back of the store. There were few customers in the section housing the various erotic romances and how-to books for sale. She picked out a couple of books from one of the larger romance publishers before wandering to the clothing section.

The wide array of corsets, costumes and lingerie were mind-boggling. A beautiful black velvet corset trimmed in ivory lace immediately caught her eye. It was the only one of its kind on the display. She plucked the hanger it was on from the rack and held it up for closer inspection. Amazingly, it was the perfect size. Unfortunately, the price was just a bit out of her budget. Okay, it was actually a lot over of her budget. Sighing deeply, she carefully placed the lovely corset back on the rack before moving to another less tempting section of the store.

* * * * *

Jace watched the security feed of the store’s sales floor from the comfort of C. S. Cooper’s office. Luckily, the store’s cameras were top of the line and provided a clear picture of every corner of Wicked Diary. He’d come in through the delivery entrance thanks to his earlier phone conversation with Cooper after Lauren and her friend had left his office. He had just barely beaten the two women to the store, slipping into Cooper’s office right before the women walked through the front door. Cooper had gone out on the sales floor leaving Jace alone with the security monitors and his silent musings.

His gaze was focused entirely on the woman who had haunted his dreams for months. He made a mental note to buy the corset that she’d looked at with such longing. The lovely garment would accentuate her tall, lithe frame to perfection. His imagination raced into overdrive picturing the alluring red-haired beauty decked out in the item in question, before he stripped her bare and laid her out on his bed. He imagined her writhing in pleasure as he brought her to orgasm over and over again as he claimed her for his own. His cock, already stiff as a board, threatened to rip through his jeans merely from the pictures conjured by his lusty thoughts. He adjusted himself self-consciously even though he was alone in the luxurious office.

As he continued to watch Lauren make her way through the various sections of the store, his mind was going over plans for the rest of the evening. Once she left Wicked Diary, Jace planned to purchase a few items, including the sexy corset.

He would then pick up the food he’d ordered from the Imperial Garden Chinese restaurant. She loved Chinese food and often went to the Imperial Garden on her lunch hour. He knew this because of the take-out containers she’d brought back with her on many occasions. Lucky for him, the restaurant manager knew all of her favorites and was happy to pass that knowledge on to him.

From the restaurant, he would go to her apartment, which was located in a complex of duplexes not far from the office. He knew them well since his firm had built those apartments several years ago.

Once he reached his destination, food and gifts in hand, he would be playing it by ear. Although he suspected that Lauren thought of him as more than her boss, he wasn’t entirely sure she was as interested in him as he was in her. He knew they were friends. Now, he wanted the benefits that went with being more than friends. However, he didn’t want to scare her off or make her feel like her job depended on what happened between them. Tonight would be like walking through a potential minefield. The rewards were well worth the risks if it meant he would end up in Lauren’s bed. Leaning back in Cooper’s comfortable chair, he raked his left hand through his hair while his right hand absently rubbed the erection pressing painfully against his zipper. If he didn’t get some relief soon, there’d be a permanent zipper pattern imprinted on his dick.

A scene on one of the screens caught his attention. Cooper and Lauren were side by side peering up at one of the tapestries on the wall. Unfortunately, the camera angle didn’t allow Jace to see the details of the tapestry. It looked like Lauren was enjoying her conversation with the owner of Wicked Diary. Jealousy immediately reared its ugly head. Even though he knew Cooper was aware of his feelings for Lauren, Jace could barely restrain himself from stomping out and grabbing the other man away from his woman. If he did that, it would defeat the purpose for his stealth in being here in the first place. Tamping down on the unaccustomed emotion, he watched as Lauren laughed at something Cooper was saying.

Stay focused. Eyes on the prize. He’s not after Lauren. Maybe if he kept repeating that mantra, Jace would begin to believe it. He’s not after Lauren. Stay focused…

* * * * *

The darkly handsome owner of Wicked Diary dazzled Lauren. C. S. Cooper was one sexy male, even more so here in his own store than he had been at Cavanaugh & Jackson’s office last month. Charming and attentive, the man was a walking, talking sexual fantasy. Too bad, he wasn’t a blonde-haired, blue-eyed construction company owner. She sighed inwardly while outwardly laughing at Cooper’s tale about the designer of the risqué tapestry she’d been admiring.

“Supposedly, this tapestry is based on a very famous painting created by a nun who lived in an Italian convent. Apparently, this particular nun had a very vivid imagination.” He wiggled his eyebrows at Lauren suggestively causing her to snigger. “Her artwork is famous throughout Europe for being some of the most erotic images to come from Italy in the eighteenth century.” His chuckle and smile were decidedly mischievous. “I can honestly say that I don’t know if the painter was really a nun, but it’s pretty obvious that she, or he, was a fan of Peter Paul Rubens’ later work. Just look at the curves and lush details on the brunette laying on the chaise. The man kneeling between her thighs is also very similar to some of Rubens’ subjects.”

“It’s definitely a lovely piece.” Lauren focused on the tapestry instead of the man beside her. “But, then all of these tapestries are gorgeous, as well as unique. I don’t recognize any of the artworks they’re based on.”

Before Cooper could respond, Josie walked up behind Lauren and tapped her on the arm. “Aren’t you going to introduce me to your friend?” The lusty glint in Josie’s eyes was obviously related to Cooper’s presence.

“Oh, Josie, I didn’t realize you were back there.” Lauren nodded to Cooper, “Mr. Cooper, this is my friend Josie Ballard. Josie, this is C. S. Cooper. He owns Wicked Diary.”

“Please, ladies, call me Cooper.” He reached out and clasped Josie’s much smaller hand in greeting. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Ms. Ballard. I was just telling Lauren about the various tapestries adorning our walls.”

“Josie, please.” Josie batted her eyelashes and smiled at Cooper before turning to Lauren. “Have you decided what you’re getting?”

“Um, no, not really. I found a couple of books.” Lauren found herself blushing yet again as she held up the books for Josie to see. “I was, uh, really mostly just looking to see what all was available before making a decision.”

“Well, I’ve got what I was looking for and, since it’s getting rather busy, I thought it was about time we headed out.” Josie was holding a large rectangular package with a picture of a white rabbit on the front, with a clear cellophane opening highlighting the large red vibrator inside. Dangling by a cord from her wrist was a flogger that looked like it was made from butter-soft tan leather attached to a sturdy oak handle. She was also carrying a large bottle of lubricant, apparently strawberry flavored if the picture on the bottle could be believed.

“Oh, okay, we can go if you’re ready. I, um, can come back another time.” Lauren’s blush deepened as she turned to face Cooper. “It was nice seeing you again Cooper. Also, thank you for the art lesson. It was fascinating. I’ll have to look up some of the work of that nun you mentioned, along with Rubens.”

Cooper flashed a warm smile at her, “Well, now, if you have any questions about art, or anything else, please come back. I’m always thrilled to have such lovely ladies gracing my store.” He turned his attention to Josie, “It’s been a pleasure Josie. Please do come back to Wicked Diary any time.”

“I will.” Josie was clearly enamored with Cooper’s gracious manner, as well as his handsome face.

Cooper turned and strolled away. Josie didn’t take her eyes off the man’s tight ass until he’d disappeared around one of the privacy screens. She turned to Lauren with a smirk, “So, that’s your type, huh?”

“What? No, Cooper is a client.” Lauren stammered out. “We’re building a house for him in that new subdivision on the edge of town. Apparently, as a perk for managing one of Cooper’s chain of Wicked Diary stores, he provides the manager with a house.”

“Well, I wondered how you knew the owner of the store, since you said you’d never been here before.” The expression on Josie’s face was one of amusement. It was apparent that she was enjoying Lauren’s discomfort at the unusual situation.

“By the way, how’d it go with the hunk?” Lauren’s change of subject was apparent.

“Not too bad.” Josie’s grin was decidedly wicked. “Turns out, the hunk is the manager here.”

“So, I’m guessing you’ll be coming back frequently.”

Josie smiled and nodded before moving on to the next table displaying a variety of sensual massage oils. Lauren picked up a bottle of patchouli-scented oil to match the scent of the soap she used.

After several more minutes of browsing, Josie latched onto Lauren’s elbow, “Come on girlfriend. Time to go.” She steered Lauren to the checkout counter located in the middle of the busy store where they each paid for their purchases before calling it a night and heading home.

* * * * *

By the time Lauren made it to her apartment, it was nearly seven thirty. Although she was tired and hungry, she decided to take a shower to help her relax before doing anything else. She turned on the water in the bathtub before stripping out of her work clothes and placing them in the corner hamper. Stepping under the warm spray, she sighed deeply as the heat penetrated her aching neck muscles. Embarrassment always made her shoulders tighten and, heaven knows, she’d been plenty embarrassed today.

She reached for her favorite patchouli soap and began to lather up her purple poof. The scent reminded her of her earlier visit to Wicked Diary and the massage oil she’d purchased. She also thought of the lovely corset she’d seen. She considered taking some money from her emergency fund to buy it for herself. It’s not like anyone else would ever see it. It had been more than a year since her last lover and there were no prospects in sight since she was so focused on her unreachable boss. She groaned aloud as she thought of all the things she would like to do with the sexy Jace Cavanaugh.

Falling in love with him had definitely not been the smartest thing she’d ever done; but it had been impossible to avoid. While she freely admitted to herself that his good looks caught her attention first thing, his soft heart sealed her fate. When the local animal shelter had suffered a huge loss in a recent fire, he’d volunteered one of his work crews to rebuild the kennel area that was destroyed. Not only did his company provide the manpower to do the work, Jace himself had paid for the materials out of his own pocket for the project. Having a soft heart herself when it came to animals, that simple act of generosity pushed her from merely lusting after her boss to falling head over heels in love with him.

Rubbing her hand down the slope of her belly, she imagined that it was Jace’s hand slowly making its way toward her pussy and the hard button just begging for his attention. Her fingers parted her swollen labia and encountered a moistness that had nothing to do with the water beating down on her from the showerhead. She leaned against the cool tile wall as she swirled her fingertips over her clit causing a bolt of lust to spike through her body. The circular motion of her fingers quickly began building toward orgasm as she held her breath, rubbing around and around her clit, before plunging two fingers deeply into her channel. Her fingers flew, rubbing and plunging, rubbing and plunging, faster and faster. All the while, she pictured his handsome face watching her as his hands brought her closer to completion with each touch.

Almost there, Jace, almost…there…

The ringing doorbell shattered her concentration, caused her to jerk her hand from where it nestled and hurled her back to the reality of her lonely shower. “Damn it!” She quickly rinsed her hand under the steamy water before turning it off.

She took a towel from the rack beside the sink and vigorously began drying herself off as she stepped from the tub. The doorbell rang again, followed by a muffled knock. She grabbed a second towel, bent over and wrapped the towel around her wet hair like a turban.

“Who in the hell could that be at eight o’clock on a Thursday night?” Grabbing her dark blue terrycloth robe from the back of the bathroom door, she jerked it on as she walked through her bedroom. The doorbell rang again.

“Okay, okay, I’m coming.” She hollered as she quickly walked through her living room. This was one of the times Lauren wished her door had a peephole. She turned the deadbolt and unlocked the door before slowly cracking it open, leaving the security chain latched. One glance at her visitor caused her to gasp before hurriedly closing the door in his face.

“Lauren?” Jace’s muffled voice sounded through the barrier. “Aren’t you going to let me in?”

“Um, no.” She leaned back against the door trying to catch her breath. “What do you want?”

“To come in.” She heard the laughter in his voice. “Come on, Lauren. Let me in. I have Chinese, beef with water chestnuts and snow peas, Moo Goo Gai Pan, and extra eggrolls with duck sauce.”

She groaned. Damn, the man had her favorites. Sighing, she slid the chain back and opened the door. “Well, I guess you can come in then.”

He chuckled.

She saw the bag from Imperial Garden in his hands, as well as another bag whose logo she couldn’t read. She stepped to the side and motioned him into her apartment.

“Um, just set it on the table over there and make yourself comfortable while I go change into something… uh… less comfortable.”

“Don’t change on my account.” Jace’s smile was anything but innocent as he raked his gaze over her robe-covered form. “You look just fine to me.” He winked.

Lauren blushed for the umpteenth time that day. “Well, I need to do something with my hair before it dries.” She waved a hand negligently toward her turban-covered head. “Let me comb it out and I’ll be right out and you can tell me what this is all about.”

Lauren hurried from the room as Jace walked toward the table sitting next to the patio doors. Taking the towel off her head as she raced into the bathroom, she grabbed her brush and started brushing out the tangles created by the turban. What in the world is Jace Cavanaugh doing in my apartment? And why would he bring my favorite foods?

After taming her unruly hair into long waves, she rummaged through her drawers until she found her favorite set of matching underwear. The red lace bra and panties were sexy without being obvious yet were comfortable enough for everyday wear. Not that Jace would be getting a look at her underwear.

She slipped her black silk lounging pajamas on over that. It was too late to get fully dressed after all. Her choice had nothing to do with the sexy man in her living room. Glancing at her reflection, she silently mused that she didn’t look half bad for a tall, overly endowed redhead. The black silk made her skin look like fine alabaster and her hair, though still damp, shone with vibrant health as it hung loosely about her shoulders. Running the brush through it once more, she took a deep breath to steel herself to face the powerful temptation in her living room.

Okay, Lauren, this is it. Get your butt out there and find out what’s going on. You can resist temptation. It’s probably just something to do with the office. After all, he was working on bids when you left for the day. Finally able to leave the bedroom, she squared her shoulders and opened the door.

She stepped out to a scene obviously set for seduction.

* * * * *

Jace watched Lauren close what he assumed to be her bedroom door before setting down his bags of goodies. First things first. He slid the bag from Wicked Diary under the table, logo side down, near the chair that he would occupy when they ate. Next, he unpacked the delicious smelling food from the Imperial Garden. The owner assured him that these were her favorite dishes, especially the eggrolls. The scents made his stomach rumble in anticipation. Now, all they needed were plates, glasses and a nice bottle of wine. He grumbled to himself about not thinking ahead. With any luck, she would have something suitable for the meal.

Glancing around the living room, Jace noticed strategically placed candles. He walked around the room and lit them with the matches he found lying on the mantle. The flickering flames produced a decidedly intimate feel in the room. He muted the lights so that there was just a soft glow coming from the recessed ceiling lights to supplement the glowing candlelight.

The stereo and a rack of CDs were on a shelving unit beside the bedroom door. Selecting one of her Keith Urban CDs, he popped it into the player and made sure the sound was low enough to be heard without interrupting conversation. After looking over his handiwork, he sat down at the table to wait on the woman of his dreams.

He didn’t have to wait long as she opened her bedroom door just moments after he was seated. She froze on the spot. Lauren took his breath away. Her long red hair was brushed back from her face and fell over her shoulders. Her pale skin appeared to glow in the candlelight, further highlighted by the black silk outfit she was wearing. He spotted her toes peeking from beneath the length of the pants sporting some bright shade of pink nail polish. That one tiny detail gave her otherwise utterly sexy appearance a touch of innocence and added to her overwhelming allure.

“Wow.” Okay, not his best line, but he was stunned by this version of his bookkeeper. Although he’d always considered her pretty, he’d had no idea that she possessed such fresh-faced beauty. The blush pinking her cheeks was absolutely adorable.

“I could say the same about all this.” She gestured around her living room. Glancing shyly at him, she continued, “What exactly is all of this about?”

She stepped into the room and walked toward the table where he sat.

He stood as she reached the chair on the opposite side. “I thought it’d be nice to eat by candlelight.” He smiled in what he hoped was a reassuring manner. “We do need some plates and silverware though. I didn’t want to go rummaging in your kitchen without permission.”

“Oh, of course, I wasn’t thinking.” She stepped past him and through the opening to the kitchen knowing that he was following. “Um, what do you want to drink?” She pulled two dinner plates from a cabinet above the stove.

“What are my choices?” He couldn’t take his eyes off Lauren as she wandered around the kitchen grabbing the various things they would need.

“Soft drinks, tea, water or I have a nice white wine chilled in the fridge.” She turned to face him holding the plates and utensils out for him to take from her.

“Wine sounds great.” He took the plates and silverware. She turned, opened the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle from inside. Then she grabbed a corkscrew from a drawer and pulled two wine glasses from the cabinet over the dishwasher.

“I think that’s everything, isn’t it?”

“I think so. Let’s go eat.” Jace preceded Lauren back to the table and placed the plates in front of the two chairs he’d already decided they would use. He also placed the silverware in its proper formation before pulling her chair out and urging her to sit.

He took the wine and corkscrew from her hands. After opening the wine and pouring two glasses, he sat down next to her.

“So, are you going to tell me what this is all about?” She wouldn’t look at him as she picked up the takeout container of beef and spooned a portion onto her plate.

“Well, it’s about something that’s been on my mind for quite a while.” He took the carton from her when she offered it and dished out a serving for himself. “But, it’s not something I wanted to bring up at the office.”

“Um, okay. That sounds ominous.” Her hand was trembling as she reached for the Moo Goo Gai Pan. Jace took her hand in his much larger one and gave it a light squeeze before releasing it.

“No.” He smiled at her. “Not at all. I hope you’ll think it’s a good thing.”

They finished loading their plates with the different offerings and began eating before Jace continued, “Why don’t we eat before we get down to more serious things though.”

“Okay. Everything smells delicious. Thank you.” Her blush deepened slightly.

Making small talk while they ate wasn’t the easiest thing Jace had ever done, but he didn’t want to just blurt out what was on his mind between a bite of beef and a bite of chicken. They discussed the latest Indiana Jones movie that they both looked forward to seeing; whom they thought was the best choice in the upcoming local elections, where they grew up. It was little things that they didn’t previously know about one another but found that their thoughts and ideas often complimented each other.

Just as they were almost done with the wonderful food, Jace figured it was time to get down to the real reason he was there. He set down his fork, grabbed his glass and took a small sip of his wine.

“You’ve been working for me for several months now-”

“Thirteen.”

“Okay, thirteen months. In that time, we’ve gotten to know each other pretty well. Right?” Jace picked up his fork and began nervously picked at the remaining food on his plate as he watched her carefully.

“Right.” She nodded and took a bite of chicken. “We have.”

“I don’t want you to think that anything said or done tonight has anything to do with your job, Lauren.” He took a deep breath. “I mean, no matter what happens between us, your job is secure. I wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize that, ever.” He hoped that she could see the honesty in his expression because the last thing he wanted her to think was that he was sexually harassing her. He never had and never would do that to any woman, least of all her.

“Okay, although I’m not sure what you’re talking about, I believe you when you say that nothing goes on in this apartment has any bearing on my employment. I trust you, Jace.” Her look was guarded as if she was expecting something terrible to happen at any moment.

Jace set his fork on the table, leaned back in his chair, squared his shoulders, looked Lauren in the eyes and blurted, “I like you a lot, and I’d like to see if the chemistry I feel is mutual.”

The stunned look on Lauren’s face would have been priceless if his future wasn’t at stake here. It was clear that she wasn’t expecting his comments. Her mouth opened and closed slowly as if she were trying to find the words to respond. After several silent moments, her lack of response began to worry him.

“Say something.” He pleaded. “I mean, if you’re not interested, say so and I’ll go. And, tomorrow we’ll go on like nothing ever happened.” He knew he was taking a chance but he couldn’t let another day go by without at least trying to convince her that they would be so good together. “But, if there’s any chance that you’d be interested in … well, whatever you might want to try, say so and we’ll see where it leads us.”

* * * * *

Lauren couldn’t believe what she was hearing. There was no way her gorgeous boss could be interested in her, but it sure sounded that way. She didn’t know what to say without sounding too eager. So, instead, you’re sitting here looking like a fish out of water. For heaven’s sake, close your mouth before you attract flies. Silently chastising herself finally did the trick. She decided to take a chance on the man that she had admired, as well as lusted after, for so long.

“I, uh, I like you too.” She said quietly while playing with the food left on her plate. “A lot.” She gasped and dropped her fork when he seized both her hands in his warm, callused palms. She looked up to see him watching her intently.

“Thank God. You were so quiet I was starting to worry that I’d really fucked up.” His smile was brilliant, seeming to glow brighter than the candlelight. The mischievous twinkle in his eyes alerted her that things were about to get much more interesting than simply having dinner together. “So, what do we do now?”

“Well, I’d…” She took a deep breath, swallowed hard and closed her eyes. “I think I’d like for you to kiss me…if that’s, um, okay.” She opened them to find him staring at her with a wicked grin.

He groaned. “Hell yes, that’s okay.” He released her hands, quickly pushed back his chair and stood. After drawing out Lauren’s chair, he again took her hands and pulled her to her feet, flush against his chest. It was Lauren’s turn to groan at the feeling of all those hard muscles pressing against her.

Jace let go of her hands and slid his arms around her back and down to her ass. He gripped the plush globes, pulling her tight against his groin. Lauren again groaned at feeling that rigid length pressed to her stomach. Moisture flooded her pussy as he began to grind his thick erection against her. She closed her eyes, wound her arms around his neck and simply enjoyed the experience of him holding her in his arms.

“Can you feel what you do to me?” He growled into her ear. “I spend every moment I’m at the office in a state of constant arousal. The only time I get any reprieve is on a job site when I can’t see you or smell your delicious scent.”

Lauren shivered at his words. Opening her eyes, she gazed up into his amazing azure eyes, seeing the honesty of his words as well as a lust she was sure was reflected in her own. She watched as he lowered his head toward her until she lost focus just before his warm, soft lips touched hers, gently at first, brushing tiny kisses from one corner to another before diving in for a firmer connection. She felt the flick of his tongue against her closed lips and gladly opened to him. Her knees would have buckled if he hadn’t been holding her so tightly at the first sweep of his tongue into the cavern of her mouth. He murmured something she didn’t understand as he deepened the kiss and pulled her even closer into his embrace. It was a kiss of claiming, of branding or marking. She felt as if Jace were laying claim to her heart and soul. His hands roamed over her back, up, then back down to sweep over the cheeks of her ass. Her fingers twined in his hair, restlessly grasping and releasing the silken strands.

Lauren had no idea how long they stood next to her dining room table kissing as if their lives depended on it; but, when he finally pulled away, she moaned at the sudden loss and tried to recapture his lips.

He chuckled as he bowed his head to kiss her forehead gently. “Ah, sweetheart, there’s plenty more where that came from.” He gave her another tight squeeze before pulling away, clasping her hand as he did so. “Are you ready for more now or do we call it a night?”

She whimpered at the mere thought of him leaving and whispered, “More.”

“In that case sweet Lauren, I have a gift for you.” His eyes sparkled with a blend of mischief and lust. “It’s something I think you’ll like and I know I’ll love.” Without completely releasing his hold on her, he bent over and drug out the bag he’d placed there earlier.

“You have me curious.” Her gaze was directed at the second bag Jace had been carrying when he first appeared at her door. She’d completely forgotten it until that moment. “What is it?”

“Something I saw you admiring and that I thought would look stunning on you.” He opened the bag, removed a piece of material and unfolded it, holding it up for her view. She gasped in recognition as she took a step away from him. It was the black velvet corset she’d been tempted to buy earlier at Wicked Diary.

“Oh my God, Jace, how did you know? I only saw it once at…Oh no, you were there!” She was horrified at the thought of him watching her in the sex toy store. “Wh…where were you? I didn’t see you?” She couldn’t look at him. She felt her face blazing.

“Lauren, honey, look at me.” He set the bag on the table before reaching out and tipping her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze. “I was in Cooper’s office. You wouldn’t have seen me.” He took a deep breath before continuing, “I have to confess. I was there to watch you on the security cameras.”

She gasped again. Her mortification was complete. Her blush was so red that she looked like she was suffering from third degree sunburn. He still held her chin up so that she had no choice but to face him.

“After I heard what your friend Josie said, I couldn’t help myself. I’ve wanted you for so long and the idea of you in Cooper’s store just sent me over the edge. Then, when I saw you looking at that sexy corset, picturing you in it just about made me to come in my jeans. I knew I had to buy it when you hung it back on the rack.” He held out the corset. “This was made for you to wear.”

Lauren took the corset from his outstretched hand. She held it up between them and rubbed her thumb over the soft material, loving the tactile sensation of velvet and lace. Looking up at Jace, she saw the worried expression he wore. Some of the tension she’d been feeling released at the sincerity she heard in his voice and saw on his face.

“Thank you. It’s beautiful.” She hugged the garment to her chest. “I was thinking of going back for it tomorrow.” A smile blossomed on her lips when she noticed the grin on his face.

“Will you model it for me sometime?”

She bit her bottom lip and nodded.

He stepped forward, took her face in his hands, and tilted her head to the side as he slowly moved in for another kiss. “If you’ve changed your mind…if you don’t want this, tell me now. Otherwise, I’m going to kiss you again.”

When she didn’t move, he lowered his head and claimed her lips. This kiss was anything but gentle. It was a claiming. Lauren reveled in the sensation of his lips crushing hers. Once he released her lips, he took the corset from where it hung in her limp hands and returned it to the bag on the table.

Lauren rose onto her toes and brushed her mouth against Jace’s firm lips. This time, she traced her tongue across the seam of his mouth, urging him to open to her. When he did, she dove in, drawing a moan from deep in his chest. He tasted of the wine they’d had earlier as well as a richness that was entirely his own. After hours, or minutes, he pulled away, breaking the kiss.

“God, honey, I want you.” His breathing was erratic and she could feel his pulse pounding fast and furiously in his cock pressed so tightly against her stomach. “I need you.”

“I’m already yours.” She took a deep breath, imprinting his scent in her memory. She didn’t know if this was a one time deal or the beginning of something long-term, but she planned to remember every intimate detail, every taste, touch and feeling she experienced with Jace.

* * * * *

Jace couldn’t believe his luck. Lauren hadn’t accused him of being a stalker, nor had she kicked him out in the street. For a few tense moments, he hadn’t been sure what she’d do. Now that things were back on track, the night was definitely looking up.

When Lauren said she was his, it took his entire concentration to keep from coming like an untried youth right then and there. Luckily, all the practice of keeping his cool around the lady had paid off when he fought down the urge to explode.

“As much as I love standing here holding you, could we move this somewhere that we can be more comfortable?” He continued to press kisses against her right jaw, the shell of her ear, and her throat as he spoke. He felt every shiver as he touched each sensitive area while he continued holding her securely against him.

When she didn’t answer right away, he drew back and looked into her dazed face. Her eyes were closed, her lips were parted, and she was panting lightly. As if finally realizing that he was no longer kissing her anywhere, Lauren opened her eyes and looked at him with a heavy-lidded expression, a soft smile gracing her damp, plump lips. It was obvious that she was as aroused as he himself was.

“Wh-what?”

“Honey, why don’t we move this somewhere a bit more comfortable.”

“Oh, oh, of course.” She looked as if she were trying to gather her thoughts into some kind of coherent order. After a couple of moments, she shyly looked up at him before asking, “Wh-” She cleared her throat were the words got caught. “What about the bedroom?”

Jace mentally pumped his fist. Yes!

Aloud, he simply said, “If you’re comfortable in moving things to the bedroom, I’m certainly not going to complain.” Jace knew that his smile was totally lascivious as he answered, especially when accompanied by the squeeze that he gave her before stepping back and taking her hand. “Wither thou goest, so shall I follow, dear lady. Lead on.”

Lauren’s chuckle was worth any campy comment he could make and her glowing smile was absolutely priceless. She clasped his hand and turned to head toward the door she’d exited a short time before. He stopped after just one step.

“Hold on just a sec.” Jace let go of her hand, turned back to the table and grabbed up the bag from Wicked Diary with a grin still on his face. “There’s a bit more than the corset in here.” He entwined their hands once again as she led them the few steps to her bedroom.

As they stepped through the doorway, he took little note of his surroundings other than to glimpse pastel blue walls and light oak furniture. His attention was focused solely on the beautiful woman walking toward the large bed centered against the far wall. Her auburn hair was loose about her shoulders, curling slightly from the shower she’d had earlier, her black silky pants hugged her heart-shaped ass, and her matching top was cropped short enough to give a tantalizing glimpse of her lower back as she moved.

Jace bit back a groan when he noticed the dimples on each side of her back just above the waistline of her pants. He imagined pulling up the top, dropping to his knees and running his tongue over those indentations, lapping at her skin and tasting her exotic flavor. Before his imagination could take him any farther into that alluring scenario, she stopped at the side of the bed and turned to face him.

“So, what else you got in that bag of yours?” Lauren cocked her head to look down at the bag in question. Her smile was almost shy as she looked up at him. She released his hand.

“Well,” he took the corset out again and placed it on the end of the bed, “there’s this of course.” He reached back into the bag, drew out an unopened box of condoms, extra large, and ribbed for her pleasure. “And this.” He wiggled his eyebrows up and down comically as he leaned over and placed the box on the table beside the bed.

Lauren laughed, just as he expected her to.

He pulled out a bottle of lube and set it beside the condoms. She took the now empty bag from his hands and tossed it in the trashcan sitting next to the bedside table. When she turned back to him, he reached out and placed his hands on her hips, pulling her flush to him. Her low moan went straight to his cock, causing it to jerk in anticipation. He wrapped his arms tightly around her slim waist, anchoring her body against his own.

“Kiss me.” Her plea nearly took him to his knees. He’d dreamed about this moment but hadn’t known if it would ever happen.

“With pleasure, darlin’, with pleasure.” His lips crashed against hers, his tongue swept inside when she opened to him so willingly. He groaned and deepened the kiss by angling his head for a better connection. Tangling tongues and soft pillowy lips meshing together, drawing moans from both Jace and Lauren. He deftly rubbed his hands down and cupped her ass. She rubbed her lower body against his erection, eliciting a groan from deep inside.

He pulled back from the kiss and brought his hands up to the top button of her black top, releasing it before moving on to the next and the next. Her breath was coming in quick pants and he felt her shiver as each button slipped through its corresponding hole. A flash of red turned out to be a lacy bra, which was sexy as hell peeking through the open shirt. He eased the shirt from her shoulders and it fluttered to the floor behind her.

He bent and placed a single kiss on the swell of each breast rising from the scrap of red lace. He stepped back before kneeling in front of her. He reached up, grasped the elastic waistband of her silk pants, and slowly lowered them, exposing a matching pair of tiny red, lace panties. Pushing the pants down to her ankles, he lifted first her right and then her left foot and slid the pants completely off, laying them with the top on the floor behind her feet.

Jace looked up at the sensuous woman standing in front of him wearing nothing more than the red bra and panties, and her adorable pink toenails. Her innocent beauty stole his breath. Her cheeks and chest were flushed pink, highlighting the rest of her alabaster skin and auburn hair. He knew it wasn’t just her beauty that drew him.

Lauren Richards possessed a heart of gold.

He had watched her time and again go out of her way to make someone feel comfortable in situations that were fraught with tension. She also had a huge soft spot for animals that he witnessed daily as she placed food and water at the back of the office building for the feral cats that she was unable to tame enough to capture and take to the local no-kill shelter.

It was her devotion to that same shelter that had prompted him to donate both labor and materials to rebuild the kennel the shelter had lost due to an arsonist’s fire earlier in the year. Of course, he didn’t tell her that she was the reason; but he knew it was because of her kindness and generosity that he was prompted to be a better man and make the donation.

Now, this beautiful woman, this angel, his angel, was standing here in front of him, his favorite fantasy come to life in full, rich Technicolor. He just had to reach out and take what he now knew they both wanted. It was time to stake his claim.

* * * * *

Lauren wasn’t the least bit cold yet she shivered as she looked down and saw the pure, undiluted passion blazing in Jace’s eyes as he knelt in front of her. She had never thought to see that look in any man’s gaze, much less in Jace Cavanaugh’s eyes.

Lauren reached out and caressed the side of Jace’s face, feeling the end-of-day stubble along his jaw line that was almost too pale in color to see. She rubbed her thumb across his full, swollen bottom lip as he continued to stare up at her. This amazing man was kneeling at her feet, looking at her as if he wanted to devour her. She brought her other hand up and cupped his precious face in the palms of both hands, simply gazing at him in wonder.

Her perusal didn’t last long, however, as he grabbed her hips and pulled her closer. She felt his hot breath through her panties, causing moisture to flood the tiny scrap of lace hiding her sex from his view. She shivered again in arousal as she felt him reach up, grasp the elastic waist of the panties, and slowly begin lowering them. She parted her legs just enough for the panties to slide easily past her hips, down her thighs and drop to her ankles before she stepped out of them, leaving them with the rest of her clothing on the floor.

Jace reached up and pulled her hips toward him. He caressed her ass and around her hips, sending sparks of desire straight to her core. His fingers threaded through the patch of hair protecting her pussy before using both thumbs to part her lips and expose her clit peeking from its hood as if seeking attention. Attention that he appeared more than happy to provide. She watched as he leaned forward, took a deep breath and plunged his tongue between her parted labia. The air whooshed from her lungs at the sensation of his rough tongue gliding over her clit and circling it before he pushed closer and sucked it into the hot cavern of his mouth. He never stopped tormenting the tiny button with his wicked tongue as he sucked a vacuum against her moist flesh.

Her hands fisted in the soft strands of his hair. The sounds he made while suckling her most secret flesh were more arousing than she could ever have imagined. The way he clasped her hips tightly to him as he fed from her sex was like nothing she’d ever experienced. It felt as if she were the center of his world and that he couldn’t get enough of her. She’d never felt more desired in her life.

Lauren cried out in dismay when he pulled away from the delicious torment he’d be inflicting on her pussy. She released her grip from his hair.

“Damn, baby, you taste so sweet. Just like I knew you would.” His breathing was labored and his chest heaved. “But I want more. I want to taste you all over.” He stood with a singularly fluid movement, never releasing his hold on her hips. When he kissed her, Lauren could taste her passion on his lips and it was more erotic than it had a right to be.

Jace reached out and unclasped the front hook of her bra. He pulled it open, allowing her abundant breasts to spill free from the restraining cups. He slid the straps over here shoulders and she allowed it to slide down her arms to join the rest of her clothing. Her eyes slipped closed as warm heat surrounded her left nipple. Jace’s tongue danced around the areola before teasing at the center, causing the nipple to bead to a hard point. His teeth scraped over the point just before he suckled deeply.

After long moments of the delightful torment, he released the nipple with a pop before moving to lavish the same attention on its twin. His hand came up to continue tweaking the one he’d just released. Her senses were on overload from the doubled sensations. She moaned as her knees began to buckle from the unrestrained pleasure she was experiencing. Another soft pop signaled the release of her breast from its warm home.

She felt herself being pressed back to the bed, first sitting and then laying on top of the thick quilt given to her by her mother when she left home. That was when she noticed that Jace was still fully clothed while she was completely naked and laid out for his inspection. A modicum of embarrassment began to build in her stomach as he continued to stare at her so intently. He took a single step back as if to get a better overall view. She squirmed under the intensity of his gaze.

“I wish I were an artist.”

“Why?”

“Because then I could paint you just like this. You are so beautiful. More than I ever dreamed.” His honesty was evident as he spoke.

“Thank you.” She drew a deep breath. “Now, I think someone in this room has on way too many clothes.” She glanced down her own completely naked body. “And, it’s not me.”

His smile spoke of promises she couldn’t wait to collect on.

She watched as his nimble fingers began unbuttoning his cotton chambray shirt. She found it impossible to contain the moan when he slipped it off his shoulders and it fell to the floor. His broad shoulders looked even wider without the covering, nicely narrowing down to his waist. A light covering of nearly golden blonde curly hair covered his wide chest; his ripped abs gave evidence of his daily physical work. The hair narrowed to a single thin line, which disappeared beneath his trousers.

He unfastened the belt he wore, unbuttoned the single button, and carefully lowered the zipper so obviously strained by the bulge behind it. He slid the pants down his strong, sculpted thighs, dragging his underwear down with them. At some point, he had removed his shoes, although she had no memory of him having done so. He stepped out of his jeans, leaving them where they lay as he walked back to the bed, stopping near her feet.

He picked up the corset he’d laid there earlier and hung it across the footboard, out of their way. He reached out and gently pushed her legs apart before climbing on the bed. He took his time crawling up her body, planting kisses on one calf, her other knee, the inside of both thighs. He paused at the junction where her leg met her torso, laving it with the flat of his tongue, taking deep breaths of her scent as if imprinting it in his memory.

He kissed a line to her belly button and, after firming his tongue, poked inside the shallow indentation, imitating what she hoped he planned to do soon with another firm part of his anatomy. She felt him lick and kiss a path criss-crossing her stomach before sweeping his tongue along the undersides of both breasts and around to the top of the mounds. He was now fully above her, with his knees planted between her widespread legs and his hands braced on either side of her shoulders. He paused in his upward progress and lightly nipped her chin before swooping in for another mind-blowing kiss.

Lauren bucked beneath him, trying to get more contact with the firm body so close, and yet so frustratingly far from her own. She mewled low in her throat as he swept inside her mouth and their tongues continued the age-old mating dance. She reached up around his neck and silently urged him to press downward. She wanted, no, she needed to feel his weight bearing down on her, pressing her into the mattress.

As he lifted from the kiss, she looked up and saw that his normally bright azure eyes were dark with his desire. If she’d had any doubts about him truly wanting to be with her, they’d have been banished with that one look. “Fuck me,” she whispered, reaching down and taking his cock in her hands. She caressed his hard length, marveling at the stark contrast of silk over steel.

Jace kept most of his weight braced on his arms as he lowered his head and lightly kissed her lips again. “Are you sure, baby? We don’t have to make love tonight if you’re not ready.”

“I’m sure,” she whispered. She released his hard cock and moved her hands to his chest, rubbing in small circles over his tight nipples. “Please.”

Jace needed no further encouragement. He braced on one arm, reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the box of condoms. She took it from him without a word and opened the box. She handed one of the foil packets to him. He sat back on his heels between her widespread legs and ripped open the wrapper. She couldn’t take her eyes off the sight of him rolling the condom over his long, thick penis. Her mouth watered and she suddenly wished that she’d tasted him before he covered such a delectable looking treat.

Next time. Definitely, next time.

Jace then took the box back from her loose grip and tossed it onto the nightstand just before he once again lowered himself over her.

He braced himself on one hand, while using his other hand to line up his stiff length with the opening to her weeping sheath. He pushed inside slowly, watching her eyes carefully for any sign of discomfort. When he was buried to the hilt surrounded by her wet heat, he groaned as he paused to allow her to adjust to having him buried so deeply.

“It’s like I’ve been waiting forever to do this.” His voice was rough with barely restrained passion.

Lauren smiled up at him as she moved her hands down his sweat dampened sides to clasp his hips. “We’ve wasted so much time. Please, love me.” She pulled on his hips, urging him to move.

He began moving in slow, smooth strokes with the express purpose of arousing her even further. There was no way she wanted this to end too soon. He lowered his head and kissed her once again, his tongue imitating the movements of his body.

Lauren realized that no man had ever made love to her like this; not as if being with her was the most important thing in his world. She felt tears welling in her eyes at this certain knowledge. She reached a hand up and caressed his stubbled cheek. It was amazing how much she loved this man.

Slow strokes gave way to faster, more urgent movements. Lauren wrapped her legs around Jace’s hips, silently encouraging him to pick up the pace by bucking up to meet each of his thrusts. Each deep penetration brought her throbbing clit into exquisite contact with the rough hair surrounding the base of his cock. Her need to come built steadily, coiling in her lower belly waiting for just the right touch to make it explode over her.

Groans and growls filled the air. She wasn’t sure if it was she or Jace making the nearly animalistic noises. Most likely they both were. It didn’t really matter as they both hurtled toward their peaks.

The sound of flesh pounding against flesh was decadent and shot her pleasure yet another notch higher. The rich smells of two people engaged in the most primal melding and mating filled the air easily blocking the scents of the fruity candles and leftover food from the other room. It was a delicious smell of clean male sweat, the liquid heat gushing from her body and a blending smell of their lovemaking. A scent unlike any other. Lauren knew it was a smell that she could easily become addicted to and hoped that she would have that opportunity.

Jace leaned back to sit on his knees, never pulling free from the snug warmth surrounding his length. He pulled Lauren’s legs up and placed one ankle on his shoulder, causing her butt to rise from the bed’s surface. He hooked her other leg under the knee over his elbow, opening her wider than ever. Hardly missing a beat, he continued to pound into her pussy, thrusting even faster than before. His fingers found their way to her clit and began to rub circles around and around, arousing her to the point of no return.

“Jace, please, I’m coming.” Her moan turned into a wail as she crested, spiraling out of control. “Ja-ace!”

“That’s it baby, come on my cock. Oh God! That. Feels. Wonderful.” He ground his hips into her, pumping once, then twice, and suddenly she felt the warmth of his cum as it filled the condom. The sensation drove her into another immediate orgasm, smaller but no less intense than the first. “Oh, damn!”

Jace shuddered, still pumping his hips slowly in and out with involuntary movements. After what could have been hours, but was probably just minutes, he lowered her legs and dropped them to each side of his hips. She couldn’t take her eyes off of him as he bent over and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. The tender look on his face brought a wave of tears to her eyes.

He was watching her so closely it would have been impossible to hide the tears from him.

“Baby, please don’t cry.” He wiped the tear that had started to slide down her temple. He sat up beside her and gathered her in his arms. “Did I hurt you? Oh God, don’t cry. Tell me what’s wrong.”

“N-nothing’s wrong.” Her watery smile was not reassuring as two more tears leaked from the corners of her eyes and trailed down her cheeks.

“Then why are you crying, baby?”

“Because that was beautiful.”

Jace barked out a laugh. “Oh God, you had me scared there.” He hugged her tightly to his chest. “So, these are happy tears?”

She nodded. “Very happy.” She’d been looking at his beloved face but dropped her gaze to her lap where her hands were fidgeting. “If I’d known going into a sex toy store would end like this…”

“What?” He tipped her chin up, forcing her to face him.

She took a deep steadying breath. “If I’d known going there would end like this, I’d…I’d have done it a lot sooner.”

Jace’s laughter shook her whole body as he hugged her tightly against his chest.

“Oh baby, I’m just glad you decided to take a walk on the wicked side tonight. Otherwise, who knows how much more time we’d have wasted before one of us decided to take a chance.”

“Me too, Jace. Me too.”

Lauren said a little prayer of thanks for C. S. Cooper’s Wicked Diary. Then she snuggled into Jace’s warm embrace, happier than she’d been in her entire life. The future was looking brighter by the minute.

THE END