she melted. The subtle scent of his cologne teased her nostrils, making her breasts swell and ache with longing.
“You only date beautiful women,” she whispered against his mouth, her hands moving without volition to his lean hips.
“You’re a beautiful woman.” He tilted his head and deepened his kiss, his tongue gliding along hers in a lush, warm lick. She moaned, helpless to the realization of her fantasy.
“Get a room!” someone shouted with a laugh. The effect was the same as a bucket of ice water. Abby yanked away, hazarding a glance at Shane before turning quickly and fleeing down the hall.
“Abby.”
She didn’t look back, she couldn’t. The way he was looking at her…
Heat swept across her skin. They’d been neighbors for five long months, and he’d
She lifted shaking fingertips to her tingling lips.
“Abby.” Warm arms caught her about the waist, and she flailed a moment in surprise. “Wait.”
Shane’s breath gusted across her ear. The feel of his bare chest pressing against the nearly naked length of her back was both heaven and hell. “We’re not done yet.”
Chapter 3
AS SHANE’S LARGE HAND SLIPPED BENEATH ABBY’S TOP AND cupped her breast, she whimpered softly. The party was behind them, just a few feet away, and Shane Markham was fondling her intimately. His fingers tugged at her hard nipple in a rhythmic milking motion that made her pussy slick with desire.
“Shane,” she breathed, her head falling back against his shoulder. His firm lips pressed to the side of her neck, his tongue flicking rapidly over her fluttering pulse. “What are you doing?”
He rolled his hips into her, revealing the hard swell of his erection. “You say I’m not your type, Abby?” Shane’s voice was a rough rumble of sound. “You want a lover who can fuck you all night, in all the ways you want, and all the ways you didn’t know to want.” His fingers tightened on her tormented nipple and his teeth sank gently into the tender flesh of her neck. “I’m your man, baby.”
Writhing in his embrace, Abby was torn between finding out what caused the drastic change in Shane and just going along for the ride. In the end, her deep craving for him won out.
“The party,” she reminded softly, gasping when he cupped her pussy through her costume.
“We both need to take the edge off. You know we can’t go back in there like this.”
“You mean a Quickie?”
Shane slipped his tongue into her ear, and she shuddered violently, creaming. “I promise you’ll come more than once,” he said gruffly, his fingertips rubbing at her clit.
“Oh!” Against her will, her hips rocked into his hand.
“What’s this room right here?” he asked, nudging her toward the nearest door.
“M-my home office.”
“Perfect.” He steered her in that direction.
“It’s not,” she protested, as the hand between her legs withdrew to turn the knob. He urged her in, then kicked the door gently closed behind them. “There’s no lock.”
“Maybe someone will come in,” he purred. “Maybe one of your friends out there will get to see me banging you. Would you like that?”
“Shane!” Abby spun to face him, stepping backward in quick retreat. The image his words brought to mind made her pant. The fantasy of having sex so hot it was unstoppable, even under threat of discovery, had been with her a long time. “What’s gotten into you?”
“Aren’t you more curious about what’s about to get into you?” He stepped closer. Predatory. Intent.
She swallowed hard. As he came to a halt before her, she reached out with one hand and steadied herself with the back of her desk chair. He was so close, she could feel the heat from his skin.
“Tell me the truth, Abby.” He cupped her face in both hands. “Am I really not your type? Do you not want me?”
This was it.
Her eyes closed on a deep breath.
“I want,” she whispered, then she melted as he kissed her with such tenderness she could hardly stand it. After his zero-to-sixty pounce of just a few minutes before, the leisurely mating of firm lips and deep, stroking tongue caught her completely off guard.
“I don’t have a condom,” he said, his words swallowed by her open mouth. “We’ll have to improvise.”
No way. She wanted all of him. Now that she was decided, she wanted every hot, thick inch she’d felt against her lower back.
“It’s okay.” Abby turned away to open her desk drawer, a movement that caused her computer to come out of sleep mode and light up the room with a soft blue glow.
He looked over her shoulder at the array of condoms and whistled.
“One of the gals at work just had a bachelorette party,” she explained. “I hot-glued these to lollipop sticks as favors.” She withdrew a Magnum and set it on the desk.
“Is it my lucky night or what?” His tone was filled with warm amusement as his hands caught her waistband. He lowered to a crouch, tugging her pants to the floor.
She stiffened in shock.
“Step out and spread your legs.”
“You’re going too fast!”
“You said we’re in a hurry,” he reminded in a dark-as-sin voice. He lifted her right leg and tugged its foot free of both shoe and pants cuff. “If we’re not, recant and we’ll take our time in a more suitable venue.”
A swell of laughter from the living room, which shared a wall with her office, decided her. “Hurry!”
“That’s what I thought.”
Standing, Shane turned her to face away from him and mantled her body with his own, cupping her exposed pussy with a possessive grip. He parted her, then stroked through her slickness. “Good, you’re hot and wet.” Two fingers slipped inside her, and Abby leaned heavily into the desk to stay upright. “You sure I can’t change your mind, Abby? We can sneak out and go to my place.”
“I’m having a party!” But her voice lacked the conviction it had earlier.
“Later, then. I want you spread out on my bed so I can ride you long and slow.” Shane finger-fucked her pussy with deep, expert strokes. The feel of his hand rubbing rhythmically against her sensitive inner thighs made her wetter.
“Shane…” Her nails dug into her mousepad.
“Hang on.” He slid his fingers free, pausing a moment to rub her clit in slow, seductive circles before he took care of the logistics. She heard the tear of a condom wrapper, followed by the sounds of latex stretching. Then one hand was exerting downward pressure on her back, the other was positioning the head of his cock to take her.
“Here you go,” he murmured, bending his knees and pressing up into her.
“Hurry.” She felt so empty she ached with it, her pussy spasming in tormented impatience. “Please… hurry.”
Shane made a little soothing sound as she writhed. “Hold still, baby, and I’ll fill you.”
Abby gripped her desk for dear life as she realized how damn big he was. In her semi-bent over position he was almost unbearably huge. She whimpered.
“Easy,” he crooned, stroking the straining length of her spine. He lifted one of her legs and urged her to rest it sideways on the desktop so that she was spread wide. “You’re tight, and I’m so hard my dick aches, but I’ll fit. Just relax.”
