“It’s green, Donovan. It’s always green with you.”
He let out a breath and then pushed whatever he’d been teasing her sex with forward. It was small, slid in easily, and partially curved around the outside to press against her clit. She groaned when the vibration started.
She screwed her eyes shut, breathing hard. She felt too keyed up already and a vibrator was going to send her over again quickly, but then cool liquid slid along the crack of her ass. The unusual sensation had her brain honing in on that one spot, forgetting the pleasure the vibrator was stirring.
She shifted restlessly against the desk, the ticklish feeling both sensual and maddening. The overwhelming ache to be penetrated everywhere at once was new but desperate. Her senses had been dialed to eleven and now they wanted to be at fifteen. She wanted Donovan to have everything she had to offer. She’d given him her virginity. Now she wanted to give him another of her firsts. She wanted him to be all her firsts.
His fingers coasted down the backs of her thighs and he spread her open. She’d thought she’d been vulnerable to him that first time over a desk, but this was so much more. Every secret place of hers was there for the taking.
He smoothed the lubricant over her, massaging her, and making everything crave touch as the vibrator did its work against her clit. The need for release beat at her like crashing waves but she would need more. This wouldn’t be enough. She needed the edge. Her teeth clenched. “Donovan. Please.”
“You don’t want me to rush this, gorgeous. I don’t want to hurt you.”
He pushed a finger inside and she moaned, the pressure and sensation making her ears ring. But she rocked back against him. He thought she knew all her secrets but he didn’t. He didn’t know that she’d made good use of that toy cabinet. He wouldn’t hurt her. She’d felt what her body could accommodate already.
“Fuck me, Donovan,” she panted, her hands flexing in the bindings. “I can handle you.”
He gripped her hip, and she could sense how hard it was for him to be acting with restraint. She didn’t want that restraint. She wanted the chains cut. She wanted to go into that sexy, dark place together.
“I read that fantasy. I know what happens next,” she said, the words coming hot and fast now. “I’m not scared of you. Take me like that. I crave it, too.”
She thought he would balk again. But then his fingers were gone and the sound of a condom packet being ripped open filled the room. She could feel his heat behind her as he stripped out of his clothes.
And then he was spreading her open and the head of his cock pushed against her opening. It felt impossibly big, too much. But she trusted her body and she trusted him, breathing and forcing her muscles to relax.
He thrust forward, slow but unyielding and after one fierce show of resistance, her body gave, opening to him and lighting her up from the inside out. They both made desperate sounds. Hers sharp, his belly-deep and gravel-laced.
“That’s what you crave, Rush. To be fucked hard in the ass? To be forced?” The words were like bullets. His thrusts sliding long and deep.
“I crave you.”
He grabbed her hips with hard fingers and dragged her back onto him, seating himself to the hilt. Her eyes wanted to roll back in her head. But everything felt aware, alive, amazing.
She let out a long groan. “Fuck.”
That’s all he needed. The green light. He went for it then. Like the fantasy. Hard and rough and so goddamned wonderful she didn’t even recognize the sounds she was making. She didn’t know what to focus on, everything felt so lit up. But it was all good. So very good. Her skin went slick and slid along the desk, the vibrator humming, and his cock filling her.
The girl who had once turned red even thinking about these things now was begging for it, feeling every bit of it, loving it.
And when they each came a few minutes later, their sounds echoing off the walls of her office, she knew then why she’d waited all those years. Somehow her subconscious had known all along. She hadn’t waited because she was too shy or too busy or too innocent. She’d waited because a regular guy wouldn’t have been able to keep up with her. She’d waited for this. For him.
She’d waited for the real thing.
And now she had it.
They didn’t talk much as they got themselves and the office back together or while they walked back to his place. But they didn’t need to. She felt content and calm and right.
And when they curled up in bed later that night, the photo of San Francisco gone from the wall, Donovan put his lips to her ear, his arm wrapping around her. “I hear her in the hall. I don’t know who she is or where she’s from. I didn’t know she was listening. I didn’t know she could hear my secrets. But I see how she’s looking at me. I know she sees how turned on I am. And she thinks it’s from my work. She thinks it’s from what she heard. She thinks it’s for something else. And maybe it was at first. But it’s not now.” He gathered her against his chest, his words soft against her senses. “Because I’ve never seen a more beautiful girl. And I’ve never been looked at the way she’s looking at me. Like she sees who I really am. And when I talk to her night after night, it’s over. I’m done. I know in that moment that even though I don’t know how it can ever be, how I could ever be right for her, I want her to be mine. I want to believe in fate and fairy tales and happy endings.”
Tears gathered behind Marin’s lids.
“I want to believe in The One.” He kissed her hair and breathed her in. “I believe.”
The bigness of
feeling moved through her like tremors. She turned in his arms and looked into those blue eyes and felt that love resonate in her bones. And she knew then that whatever life threw their way, they had it. They would be okay.
No.