One to Keep (One to Hold) (7 page)

“Patrick Knight,” I said, rising. I held out my hand and gave her The Smile. “And you are?”

“Star Brandon.” Her eyebrow rose in what seemed to be approval, and she put her cool hand in mine, holding it. No shake.

“Are you the new secretary?” I fucking loved our temp service. “I wasn’t expecting you until tomorrow.”

She released my hand, and her eyes traveled to my mouth then down my torso. I put my hands in my back pockets, letting my knit shirt stretch over my chest. Her expression never faltered.

“I just wanted to stop by and check out my new job.”

“I understand.” I didn’t mind her checking out whatever she wanted. “Your desk is out there.”

Her eyes returned to mine and she hesitated only briefly before turning on her heel and heading to the front. I followed, watching the nice sway of that ass in that dress. Things were getting better with every step.

“The laptop should be setup with everything you need,” I said. “Honestly, Derek knows more about it than I do. He won’t be back until Monday.”

She pulled out a few drawers and studied the contents. Then she walked back around to where I stood. “What will we do tomorrow?” The way she said it almost sounded like a dare.

“If you just want to work a half-day, I won’t mind.”

Again, her eyes blinked up and down my torso. “Maybe we can take a long lunch.”

“Maybe we can. It’s a slow week, and we could get to know each other better.”

“That’s exactly what I was thinking, Mr. Knight.”

“You can call me Patrick.”

“And you can call me Star.” A slow smile lifted her lips. “See you tomorrow.”

I watched her walk out and leaned against the desk. Pens, ink, fuck it all. I was going there. Safety off.

Chapter 5 – You Only Live Once

Star’s ass was absolutely gorgeous, smooth skin, lightly tanned. Her panties, if you could call them that, were just a thin, gold rope around the curve of her hips with a string running down the center line. I groaned and lay my head back against my chair as I watched her body move up and down in time with her head.

Smoothing her hair back from her face gave me the full view of her mouth sucking my dick. She dipped all the way down, taking me in, and then came back up, letting me pop out and giving me a wink. Her tongue licked around my tip like it was a fucking popsicle, then she wrapped those glossy lips around me and sucked again.

“Uhh,” I groaned, sliding my fingers to her cheek. She was too good at this, and I was about to shoot. I fought the urge to move her head up and down with my hands. Humming noises came from her throat, and I groaned again as she slid her tongue down my length, her fingers massaging my balls.

“Fuck me,” I hissed watching her make her way back to my tip, smoothing her tongue around it again as her hand quickly pumped my shaft. She blinked up at me and smiled, her tits lightly grazing my thighs, her nipples beaded. Then she ducked her head and took my whole cock into her mouth again, deep-throat. My ass clenched as I struggled to hold back.

“I’m about to come,” I whispered, reaching for the condom. But she held my legs down and kept going. I was blacking out, it felt so good. “Star,” I ground out. “I’m fucking about to come.”

She sucked harder, still pumping my shaft fast with her hand as her mouth focused on my tip. Then she went all the way down again, and I blew. “Fuck!” I hissed as my cock jerked in her throat. She held on, swallowing, and my head dropped back against the chair as my back arched.

“Fucking… yes.” I couldn’t help holding her head then as I bucked against it, groaning. My stomach tightened, and I rocked my hips a few more times. Dammit, this girl was good. I rode out the last wave of that orgasm, and her mouth never left me.

Finally, I collapsed in my chair very satisfied. She sat back on her heels, wiping her lips with one hand and giving me a sideways grin. A little laugh came from her throat, and in my hazy afterglow, I smiled, studying her fine body, full tits, small waist, round hips with that gold-rope thong passing for panties wrapped over them.

“Good?” Her voice was a throaty purr.

“Yes, ma’am.” My response was hoarse. “Very.”

I tried to piece together how I’d lucked into this scenario—her naked in my office, on her knees, giving me a hummer for the record books.

This morning started innocent enough. Star was at her desk playing around on her laptop when I arrived. I smiled and greeted her before going back to my office to check emails and make sure nothing important was waiting. It wasn’t.

Derek had emailed saying he’d be back on Monday to discuss “something big.” He suggested I take the afternoon off as we might be working late for a few weeks. I walked back out front to see if Star still wanted to do lunch. She smiled and offered to get take-out for us to have in the conference room. It seemed like a good idea. I could give her the tour and answer any questions she might have about working here—as much as possible—then we could call it a day. Or whatever. I was flexible on that point.

Lunch had arrived, and when she went for drinks, she’d found the liquor supply we kept in the refrigerator for special occasions. A few vodkas later, she was slipping that tight black dress she wore slowly down her thighs, stepping out of it and undoing her bra to let those fine tits bounce out. Then she crossed the room to kneel in front of me. I didn’t even try to stop her from undoing my fly. The memory of how it all came together had my cock stirring awake again.

“What should we do now?” She leaned forward, running both hands up my legs. I sat forward to meet her, sliding my hands up to cup her bare breasts.

“We’ve got take out in the conference room,” I suggested, thinking of the lunch we never ate.

“Mmm…” She smiled that cat smile and pressed against my legs as I rolled her nipples between my fingers. I grew stiffer as she lifted the tumbler of vodka and took another long drink, giving me the full, up-close view of that body. “Or?”

“Or we could go out for drinks?” I glanced at the clock. It was already six, and I imagined hitting a bar then going back to my place for a nice, long night of her in my bed. With a start like this, no telling what all we might try. I was getting harder just thinking about it.

“Is that what you want to do right now?” Her eyes narrowed, and I was ready.

“Not really.” I stood and lifted her by the upper arms, helping her turn around and lean forward over my desk on her stomach.

Her smooth, round ass was so pretty. Reaching forward, I took a long hit from my own vodka as I enjoyed the view a moment. Yes, this was nuts. I barely knew this woman, she was my employee…

It was also extremely fucking hot. The perfect office fantasy.
You only live once.

I slid a finger under the center string of her thong, starting at her lower back and following it down then I moved my hand around to the front. She rested her cheek on the desk and whimpered when I found her clit through the thin fabric. Her breasts were pushed into full mounds beneath her, and I slid my fingers over the damp patch on her panties. Another sound came from her throat as I went beneath the fabric, lightly rubbing her swollen bud. Her ass swayed in front of me, and I opened the condom with my teeth, rolling it on one-handed.

“Oooh,” she moaned as I massaged a little deeper, and her knees bent. I could tell she was getting there by the way her thighs were beginning to tremble. My fingers continued working her, and I kept my eyes on her ass. I moved the thin gold rope to the side and testing her opening. Hot and soaked.

“Oh, Patrick,” she moaned again as my two fingers went inside her. I glanced up to see her eyes closed, and I removed my fingers, lifted my dick, and with one hard push, I was in—tight, wet and welcoming. I groaned loudly. Pussy was the greatest gift.

Keeping my fingers on her clit, my other hand gripped her waist. I was ready to rock her til she begged me to stop, but she pushed up on the desk against me, arching her back and matching my strength.

“Fuck,” I groaned as she reached for my thighs, still banging against me. I sat back in the chair, and she never broke contact.

Now she was on my lap, leaning forward against the desk with me full inside her. My hands were on her hips and her hand had replaced mine between her legs. She bounced up and down, and I could see the reflection of her tits in the window, doing the same as she got herself off on my lap. I clutched her waist feeling my own explosion coming.

“Oh, god, Oh, yes!” She was riding me hard and fast, reverse cowgirl, and I leaned back and enjoyed the show, feeling her inner muscles tightening around me, seeing her juices coming down, covering me. I wanted to let her finish, but damn this was too much, even for me. My ass tightened as the pressure built…

“Fuck,” I yelled as I shot off. I held her against me and stood, pushing her forward onto the desk so I could slam her hard. This was more than hot. It was fucking awesome.

Her brow clutched as her mouth opened wide. Then she wailed, pushing back against me, and I managed to shoot off a little more as she finished. I was pretty sure I saw stars, and I laughed, wondering if that was how she got her name. It was very possible I was a little drunk. Maybe more than a little.

Sliding her hair off her back, I kissed her between the shoulder blades. Her body moved with her laugh, and I ran my hand down her back, pulling out and disposing of the condom.

I studied her with a satisfied smile as I pulled up my pants. “I’m about one hundred percent sure I’ll only be thinking of one thing when I sit at this desk now.”

She rose and walked to where she’d left her dress in a puddle at my door. Facing me, she again gave me the full view of her body as she slowly slid it up her legs. “Maybe you need a private secretary,” she said with a wink.

“I like that idea.” I buttoned my shirt as I watched her.

Just then her phone buzzed. It was still on my desk from where she’d left it after ordering the takeout. I glanced over and saw the name
Tom Brandon
flashing on the screen, and my eyebrows pulled together.
Brandon
.

My brain was fuzzy from our vodka lunch with a side of multiple orgasms, but a warning instinct went off low in my stomach.

“Who’s—” I started, but she jerked her dress over her shoulders and snatched the phone off my desk.

That told me more than I wanted to know. Forcing my brain to focus, I stood and caught her arm, pulling her back and turning the phone in her hand so I could see the face. Her eyes blinked nervously to me as she tried to move away, but I held her fast.

“Are you married?” Anger flared in my chest, pushing out any good feelings I might’ve had just moments ago.

“We’re separated,” she said with a nervous laugh. “I don’t know why Tommie’s calling me.”

“The fuck?” I backed away trying to shake the fog out of my head. A husband? “You’re married and you were in here…” What kind of fucked up shit had I stepped in?

She lunged forward then, grabbing my arm. Long nails cut into my skin, and I snapped it away. “Don’t look at me like that,” she hissed, eyes flashing.

“How am I supposed to look? You should’ve said you were married.”

“Yeah? Before or after you stuck your dick in my mouth?”

Shit
. Now I was pissed. My jaw clenched, and a thought flashed across my brain, I was the fucker in 24B. Shaking that away, I studied her posture. Defensive, ready to fight. I had to sober up fast and solve this problem before it all went to hell.

“Look,” I said, softening my voice and fighting back what I really wanted to say. “Why don’t we call it a day, and you can check in with him.”

Her brown eyes studied my expression, waiting. I did my best to give her a warm smile. Not The Smile as I was already in a shitload of shit as it was.

“Okay,” she said. “I’ll call you when I get home.”

How the fuck did she have my number? The cold realization that she had access to everything as the office secretary washed over me. Great. That was all I needed, some damned
Fatal Attraction
bullshit. Next thing I knew, she’d be boiling bunnies.

“Sounds great,” I said, doing the acting job of my life. She needed to stay calm, and I needed a break to sober up and figure this out.

I leaned forward and kissed her cheek. Her head turned as if she was trying to meet my lips, but I wasn’t kissing that. I stepped back and slid my hand down her arm to squeeze hers. “See you Monday.”

“Monday?” Dark brows pulled together under those white-blonde bangs. “But I thought we might do something before then.”

Anger, frustration, anger again… My whole body was tense, but I smiled casually. “It’s just I’ve got this… Uh, I might have to go out of town.” The idea of visiting Kenny for the weekend crossed my mind.

Her bottom lip pushed forward into a pout that I might’ve thought was sexy. Like five minutes ago. Now I just wanted to get the hell out of here.

“Let me know if your plans change,” her voice was higher, but it still had that husky undertone.

“I will,” I said, leaning forward to grab my keys and my phone off the desk. It was no use locking my office or trying to protect anything. I’d already given her the master key.
Fuck
. “Just lock up when you leave, okay?”