© Carey Decevito, 2012

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Chapter 3 - Cold Showers & New Beginnings

Lacey collapsed on Darren’s lap exhausted but elated at her body’s sensations.  His sex shook her to her very core.

Her mouth watered at the recollection of her earth-shattering orgasms.  No man had ever gotten her to explode in ecstasy more than once and that’s if she’d been lucky enough not to have to fake it. 

Darren’s breathing had slowed but he hadn’t made a move to distance himself from her which she enjoyed all the more.  She’d always enjoyed the closeness after being intimate and was relieved to find out that he was one of those men.

“That was amazing,” he said into her ear and nuzzled its lobe. 

She must have been in shock from her multiples seeing that all she could do was nod since her words evaded her. 

He pulled back and cupped her chin to look into her eyes.  She knew that this wasn’t over whatever it was and if he hadn’t clued in, he would know it by the kiss she was about to grace him with.

Her lips were on his and her tongue played around the opening to his mouth.  She was delectable to say the least.  Darren couldn’t help but moan as he felt himself stand at attention, still buried deep inside her. 

Her face pulled away from his in surprise and she blushed.  He had to have her again, that much was evident.  This time, he let her take hold of the reins.  She ripped the rest of his shirt off and began to drop exploratory kisses around his pecks and shoulders.  She nibbled his neck and moved to suck on his earlobe generating a shiver from him.

“Let’s take this to the couch, shall we?” she said and there was no way he was going to argue with that one. 

He picked her up with her legs still wrapped around his waist and brought them down to the couch so she straddled him.  She began to grind her hips in a mind-bending rhythm that could make any man go insane.  It’s like she knew he was on the verge because she’d tease him by slowing down, letting her wetness coat his shaft as his urge subsided to a more bearable level. 

When he thought that most of his impending urge to blow had ebbed, she’d pick up the tempo again.  She kept going like that a few more times until she had reached her peak. 

When she was ready to send both of them flying into another fit of ecstasy, she sped up her pace and didn’t let off the proverbial throttle until their mixed cries of passion could be heard.

She was quite the generous lover or so he had come to realize.  She gave as much as she took.  He couldn’t believe his mind.

She’d given him a smug but sexy smile that proved she knew how to take care of him and had held his gaze throughout their climax.  Darren had never done that.  He’d never stared into a lover’s eyes at that precise peak moment.  It was exhilarating to say the least.

After ten minutes or so, Lacey made a move to separate herself from Darren.

He groaned at the fact that reality had to sneak itself back into his life and so against his carnal urges he allowed the distance.  Truth of the matter was that he was convinced that there’d be plenty of time to enjoy each other once the whole board meeting bullshit had been taken care of.  At least he was hoping so.

“Come on, handsome.  I’ll help you with your slides.”  She pushed her skirt back down and smoothed out the wrinkles.  She picked up and threw his bottoms at him.  “If you’re quick, I might even give you round three.”  She looked over her shoulder with a wink in his direction and proceeded out of her office towards his. 

He rushed to follow the hypnotic sway of those hips of hers.

As they finished the last of his slides, she peered at the clock.  It was eleven.  Darren had left his shirt on her office floor.  She owed him a new one after the banshee move she had pulled on him earlier when she tore it to shreds off of his shoulders.  Just the thought of her earlier actions sent sexy vibrations through her body.

“Thanks for the help.  I owe you…a night out?”  He gave her a smile that bordered on hopeful.

She couldn’t help but laugh at his impromptu proposition.  He looked cute trying to scramble about his brain to come up with something that sounded normal yet appealing.

“I personally like staying in.”  She smiled and grabbed his extra shirt that hung off of the back of his office door and pressed it to his firm chest.

“I can deal with that,” he said as he grabbed and began to pull it on.  “I’ll cook.”  He covered his toned chest by buttoning the thing

She groaned at the fact that he had hidden that all so delectable vast amount of flesh of his.  “You cook too?”  Her voice squeaked. 

This guy can feed me anytime.  And then she began to wonder.  How is it that I’ve passed him up for the last year and a half?  She knew all too well the reasons why. 

It was because things often got messy when you got involved with a co-worker.  Combine that with the sheer fact that she had never in a million years thought that he’d be interested, she had resigned herself to admire and fantasize from a distance.

“Come on sexy.  Let’s get you home.  We’ve got a big day tomorrow.”  He grabbed her hand and pulled her to her office so she could grab her jacket and purse.  He grabbed his shredded shirt and tossed it in her waste bin.

Darren knew that Lacey was more than capable of walking home as she had stated but he wanted to be the gentleman he can sometimes be instead of the animalistic brute that she had witnessed earlier in the night on multiple occasions.  He wanted to drive her home and he wasn’t taking no for an answer.

Needless to say, he felt like a complete idiot when he realized that she lived up the street, as in less than a block away from their office building.  She thought that his dumbfounded expression was funny when he’d pulled the car to a stop but he enjoyed that laugh of hers despite it being at his expense.

“Thanks for making this board meeting a memorable one,” she said and winked at him.

“That flirting will get you into trouble some time,” he said and she giggled at his statement.

“I’m hoping it will.”  She lifted a hand to caress his cheek and gave him the deepest, slowest, not to mention hottest kiss goodnight. 

His mouth hung open as she had sucked out all of his breath.  She backed away with a smile and got out of the car.

Darren didn’t leave until he saw that she had entered her building. 

He looked down and noticed that she had left him a little keepsake of their evening—the underwear he had taken off of her, still filled with the scent of her sex.  That was when he knew that he had to have her again and again.  Lacey Flannigan had become his drug of choice.  Hooked is what he’d become and despite the possible repercussions, he could care less.  He’d deal with it all when and if the time came.

That night, Darren lay in his bed and struggled to get a wink of sleep.  Lacey and the feel of her body, the taste of her kiss lingered on his mind and had never dissipated.  He found himself fantasizing about what he could do to her next if provided with the opportunity.  After hours of trying, he’d gotten up and decided to take a cold shower. 

I think these might become a staple in this house from now on.

The woman had managed to get under his skin and had bewitched him.