The Electrician

Working Men Series

(Book Five)

Ramona Gray

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The Electrician

Working Men Series Book Five

By Ramona Gray

I can’t wait to blow his fuse.

Claire

I wasn’t attracted to my boss.  As an HR manager, I’d have to be an idiot to be attracted to him.

Sure, maybe he has an unbelievable body and the face of a model, and maybe some women find him irresistible, but I wasn’t one of them.  I was pretty certain that Jonah’s idea of a wild night in bed was keeping the lights on.  That is, until the day he found the remote to my… let’s call it Claire’s little orgasm helper.

Now, I’m discovering that my boss has a very dirty side.  One that I can’t resist.  It’s wrong and dangerous and so damn cliché to be sleeping with my boss.  But, every time he calls me into his office, sparks fly, and I can’t keep my hands off of him.

Jonah

I’ve craved Claire, for years.  But, I’m her boss, and she’s too sweet and too vanilla for someone like me.  Until the day I realize that she has a kinky side as well. 

Now, I’m finding it impossible to resist her.  It’s all kinds of inappropriate to be sleeping with my HR manager.  But, every time she steps into my office, I can feel the electricity pop and I’m about to blow my fuse.

* * *

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Table of Chapters

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter One

Claire

“Hey, Claire?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks for giving me a ride to work this morning.  My car is still at Jack’s shop and Asher needed to go to the job site early this morning.”

“Anytime, Luna.”

“Hey, Claire?”

“Yeah?”

“You look like crap.”

I grimaced at my best friend before turning left down Wyfield Street.  “Thanks.”

“Just keeping it real.  Why are your eyes all bloodshot?”

“Probably the whiskey last night,” I mumbled.

“Drinking on a Wednesday night?  Risqué.”

I laughed and then winced as it sent pain through my aching head.  “No, just stupid.”

I shifted in my seat and immediately regretted it.  That damn butterfly, also known as the biggest regret of my life, pressed against my clit and sent an embarrassing amount of pleasure through my body.

Fuck, I had made a very big mistake.

“Why were you drinking on a weeknight?”  Luna asked.

I sighed.  “I went to Ellen’s party last night.”

“You hate Ellen.”

“I don’t hate Ellen.  I just think she’s a useless twit and can’t bookkeep worth ass, and that Jonah should have fired her a long time ago.”

“So, why did you go?”

I just shrugged and Luna gave me a devilish grin.  “Is it because you haven’t had sex in months, and you wanted to buy a sex toy?”

“Luna!”

“What?  It was a sex toy party.  Besides, since when did you become a prude?”

“Since when did you become so comfortable with sex?” I asked.

Luna wiggled her eyebrows at me.  “Since Asher Stokes rocks my world every single night.  Every night, Claire.  The man has amazing stamina.  It’s been two weeks since we officially started dating, but I still can’t get enough of him.”

“I’m surprised you can walk,” I said.

“Me too.  You were right, you know.  His dick is huge.”

“Congratulations.”

“Hmm, that sounds like jealousy in your voice.”

“Oh good, I was afraid I was being too subtle about it.”

Luna laughed again.  “How long has it been since you had sex?”

“Too long,” I sighed.  “And my last two lovers weren’t exactly what I was looking for.  They were too…passive.”

“Asher lets me tie him up in bed.”

I stopped at a red light.  “Are you serious?”

Luna’s face was as red as the traffic light.  “Yes, and don’t you dare tell him I told you that.”

“I won’t.”

“I wouldn’t call him passive though, you know?  Just more…willing to do whatever I want to get my rocks off.  Well, almost everything.”

“What won’t he do?”  My curiosity was getting the best of me.

“I asked him to spank me and he won’t.  He says the size difference between us makes it too dangerous.”

“He’s not wrong,” I said.

“Maybe but I like the idea of trying the spanking thing.  It just seems deliciously kinky,” Luna said.

I didn’t reply, and Luna grinned at me.  “Are you shocked that I want to try spanking?”

“Maybe a little.”  The light turned green and I stepped on the gas.  “You don’t seem like the sexually adventurous type to me.”

“Hey!  I’m adventurous!”  Luna gave me an indignant look.  “Besides, it’s not like you’re super kinky.”

“I went to a sex party last night, didn’t I?”

“Did you even buy anything?”

“Yes, as a matter of fact I did.”

“Was it a vibrator?  It was a vibrator wasn’t it?”

“None of your business, nosey pants.”

“Seriously, Claire, why did you go to the party?  You can just order a vibrator online.”  Luna asked.

“I think because Roxie really wanted to go, and for some reason she thinks Ellen is cool, but she’s also a little intimidated by her.”

“Roxie’s the new electrician?”

I nodded.  “Yeah.  Well, she’s the new apprentice.  But she’s pretty good so far.  I think Jonah will keep her on when Bud retires.  Anyway, she’s young and sweet and when she found out Ellen invited me to the party as well, she begged me to go.  So, I did.  For her.”

“And also to buy a vibrator.”

“There’s nothing wrong with buying a vibrator.”

“So you did buy one!”

“Fine, yes, I bought one, and I did something really stupid.”

“Oh yeah?”  Luna turned in her seat and tugged at her seatbelt.  “Spill it.”

“Let me just preface this by saying I had too much whiskey, okay?  I would never have agreed to the stupid dare if I hadn’t had that third shot.”

“Ooh, I’m liking the sounds of this.”  Any minute Luna was going to actually clap her hands with glee.  “What did you do?”

I stopped at another traffic light, we were only a few blocks away from the coffee shop where Luna worked, and tugged at my skirt.  “Somehow, Ellen got on the topic of the guys at work, who she would fuck if given the chance, that sort of thing.  Her friends were joining in – which was stupid because they don’t even know the guys at work – and Roxie participated too.  I was keeping quiet because I’m the HR Manager for God’s sake, but then Ellen… shit, I don’t know.  She was making noise about how I was too uptight to even think about banging anyone.  That I was Miss Prude, and how I wouldn’t know the difference between a vibrator and a butt plug if it wasn’t for the party.  It pissed me off.”

“You do come across as very -”

“If you call me a prude, I’m kicking you out of my car and making you walk the rest of the way to work.”

“I wasn’t going to say prude, I was going to say proper.”

“Right.  Anyway, we were all a little drunk and I was a little pissed off and the next thing you know, I’m agreeing to wear a sex toy at work today.  Just to prove that I’m not a fucking prude.”

Luna’s eyes widened.  “You’re wearing a sex toy?  Right now?  In the car?”

I nodded.  “Yes.  I have to wear it all morning.”

“What and where is it?”  Luna eyed my body like I suddenly had rabies.

“It’s a butterfly vibrator and it’s currently wedged in my underwear.”

Luna burst into laughter as I pulled into the parking lot of Mugs Coffee Shop.  “You’re kidding me.”

“I’m not,” I said.  “It has a remote control which is with Roxie.”

Luna’s mouth dropped open.  “What?”

“Part of the bet,” I said with a sigh.  I rubbed at my aching temples.  “Ellen wanted to be the one to hold the remote, but I said no fucking way.  We compromised and Roxie’s holding it.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know,” I said.  “Honestly, most of last night is a blur.”

“Is she, like, going to be turning the thing on while you’re at work?”

“Of course not!”

“Then why is she holding it?”

“I seriously don’t remember.”  It was true, I really didn’t.  God, I hope part of the bet wasn’t having Roxie turn the vibrator on while I was wearing it.

“Why did you even go through with the bet?”  Luna asked.

I didn’t reply, and Luna laughed.  “Wait, I forgot who I was talking to.  Like you’d ever back down from a bet, even one made when you were completely drunk.”

“I wasn’t completely drunk.  Just…mostly drunk.”

“Can I see it?”

“Fuck, no, Luna.  I’m wearing it right now, so unless you want to see my damn lady taco…”

Luna shrugged.  “I’m not against it.”

“Pervert.”

“How’s it feel?”

“It feels like I have very uncomfortable rubber straps around my waist and thighs and a rubber sex toy pressing against my hoo-hah.”

“So, not good?”

“Maybe a little when I walk.”

Luna grinned at me.  “I guess you’ll be doing a lot of sitting this morning, huh?  Unless you want to have an orgasm at work?”

“Oh Jesus, could you imagine?  Okay, get your cute butt into the coffee shop before we’re both late.”

“Just one more question.”

“All right.”

“Did any of the ladies last night want to fuck your boss?”

“Surprisingly, yes.”

“Not that big of a surprise.  Jonah is good looking and he has an amazing body.”

“He’s also a complete stick in the mud.  That man wouldn’t know what to do if a butterfly vibrator flew up and smacked him in the face.”

Luna snickered before unclicking her seatbelt and grabbing her purse. “He does seem a little uptight.  But I bet the ladies think they can turn him into a bad boy or something.”

“That’s exactly what they think,” I replied.  “But, it doesn’t work that way.  If a guy is polite and uptight when he’s not in bed, he’s polite and uptight when he is.  There isn’t some magic switch you can click on them.  Trust me on this.”

Luna opened her door.  “Thanks again, Claire.”

“You’re welcome, honey.  Have a good day.”

“You too.  Let me know if you get any good vibrations.”

I rolled my eyes and smacked her on the butt as she climbed out of the car.  She waved and I pulled out of the parking lot and headed to the office.  I was already regretting the stupid bet I made last night, and regretting even more that my competitive nature wouldn’t just let me leave the damn thing at home and allow Ellen to win.  Who cared if she thought I was a goddamn prude?  And how exactly did wearing this thing at work prove I wasn’t anyway?  Christ, I wished I could remember more of what happened last night.

Chapter Two

Claire

“Claire?  I have something to tell you, but it’s, like, really important that you don’t freak out.”

I glanced up from my computer.  Roxie’s face was pale, and she looked like my cat did right before he threw up a hairball.

“What’s wrong?”

“Okay, but remember, don’t freak out.”

“Roxie!  What is it?”

She shut the door to my office.  “I can’t find the remote.”

“Please tell me you are not referring to the remote that controls the sex toy that is currently lodged in my goddamn lady taco.”

“I’m sorry.  It was in my pocket and now it’s not.”

I stood up and really wanted to stomp around the desk to show Roxie how angry I was, but the aforementioned sex toy shoved up against my hoo-hah meant I had to make small and measured steps.  The damn thing wasn’t even vibrating, but just the pressure of it against my clit, the small movements it made as I walked, sent little electric shocks of pleasure up and down my spine. 

Christ, why did I ever agree to this stupid dare?  Once again, I blamed the whiskey.

“I’m going to straight up murder you, Roxie.  Do you hear me?”

“I’m sorry!  I don’t know how it happened.”

I glared at the small brunette.  “Where have you been since you got here?”

“Well, it was in my pocket when I was at my cubicle, I know that for sure.  I went to Ryan’s desk and talked to him for a bit and then I grabbed a coffee from the kitchen.”

I grabbed her arm and steered her toward my door.  “You move your ass toward the kitchen and see if it’s on the damn floor of the hallway or the kitchen.”

“Where are you going?”  She asked as we stepped into the hallway.

“To the bathroom to take this stupid thing off,” I said in a low voice.  “Then I’m going to check by Ryan’s desk.”

“I’m sorry, Claire.  Really.”

“Go, Roxie!”  I gave her a gentle shove in the direction of the kitchen.  I headed in the opposite direction.  The bathroom wasn’t far, but I couldn’t get there soon enough.  I needed to get the damn thing off my genitals before –

The sudden vibration against my clit made me squeal and stumble to a stop.  I leaned against the wall, biting my lip and trying not to fucking moan as the vibration when from low to high.

Oh sweet merciful God.  This could not be happening.

I lurched around the corner, sweat beading up on my forehead as the damn pink butterfly vibrated against my clit.  I groaned inwardly.  A few of the electricians were standing in a loose circle in the middle of the hallway.

“Where did you find it?”  Gerry was staring at the small silver remote in Ryan’s hand.

“On the floor by my desk,” Ryan said.

“What’s it for?”  Ron asked.

“I have no idea.”  Ryan pushed a button and I swallowed down my moan as the steady vibration became a hard and rhythmic pulse against my aching clit.  I grabbed the wall for support, squeezing my thighs together and trying to stop my body from noticeably shaking.

I needed to get the remote away from Ryan before I had a goddamn climax right in the middle of the hallway. 

Before I could lunge forward and grab the remote, Jonah slipped by me.  He plucked the remote from Ryan’s hand.  “Thank you, Ryan.  I wondered where this was.”

“Oh, it’s yours, Boss?”  Ryan said.

“It is.”  Jonah pressed a button and thank sweet baby Jesus, the vibration stopped.  I leaned against the wall, trying not to noticeably tremble as Jonah slid the remote into his pocket.  I had no idea why my boss was saying the remote was his, and frankly, I didn’t care.  I was heading straight to the bathroom and throwing the stupid butterfly vibrator in the trash and Jonah could do whatever the hell he wanted with the remote. 

I highly doubted that Jonah knew what it was for.  My boss was straight-laced and didn’t have a kinky bone in his body.  Like I told Luna, the idea of him even knowing what a butterfly vibrator was, let alone using one on a girlfriend, was so far out in left field you’d need binoculars to see it. 

It didn’t matter anyway.  All that mattered was he had shut it off and I could get to the bathroom and get out of this thing before I humiliated myself.  Straightening my back, I walked toward the electricians, ignoring the way my clit was still throbbing, and tried to smile naturally at them.

“Good morning.”

As I walked by Jonah, his big hand caught me just above the elbow and pulled me to a stop.  “Claire, I need to speak to you in my office.”

“Sure.  Just give me five minutes and -”

He steered me past the group of electricians and the bathroom.  “It will only take a moment.”

I sighed and allowed him to lead me to his office.  He pointed to the chair and I heard the distinct click as he locked his office door. “Have a seat please.”

Grimacing, I sat and tried to discreetly move my pelvis to dislodge the vibrator against my clit.  It was no use, I had apparently tightened the waist and thigh straps a little too tight.  That little monstrous butterfly was pressed up against my clit and it wasn’t going anywhere.

Jonah moved to the window of his office and turned his back to me.  He stared out the window before shoving both hands into his pockets.  “How was your weekend, Claire?”

“Fine, thank you.”  Shit, my boss would pick this moment to act like a normal human being.  I reached up and wiped at my forehead.  I was sweating worse than a hooker in church.  “What is it that you need, Jonah?  I don’t mean to be rude, but I -”

My words were cut off with a small gasp when the butterfly buzzed to life and my poor swollen clit was assaulted by vibrations again.

I stared at my boss’ broad back, my hands clenching down on the chair arms as pleasure coiled in my belly.

Oh fuck. 

I was roughly twenty seconds away from cumming in my boss’ office.

* * *

Jonah

If you had told me five years ago, that someday I’d be in my office with my hotter-than-hell HR Manager and holding the remote to the vibrator she was wearing against her pussy, I would have laughed in your face.

I was making a very big mistake.  Possibly the worst mistake of my entire fucking life.  But hell, I was only human.  I’d spent the last five years lusting after my HR manager, and now that she was sitting in my office and on the verge of an orgasm, it was like every one of my depraved fantasies were coming true.

I continued to stare out the window and clicked the off button on the remote.  I heard her soft moan of relief edged in frustration and a grin crossed my face before I clicked it on again.  It must have been a good quality clit vibrator, I couldn’t even hear it in the silence of my office, but I could hear her gasp, hear the sound of the chair squeaking when she shifted.

“Jonah, I need to -”

I turned around.  “Need to what, Claire?”

She stood up, her legs shaking and her face bright red.  “I need to leave.  Give me five minutes and I’ll -”

“You’ll what?  Run to the bathroom and take off the vibrator?”  I pushed the button on the remote, sending the vibration to a higher intensity.  She cried out and clutched at my desk.  “What are the odds of you making it to the bathroom before you orgasm, Claire?”

“Please,” she moaned.

I moved to my desk.  It was covered in work orders and my ancient laptop was nearly buried under the paperwork.  I stepped behind her and pressed my erection against her amazing ass as I switched the vibration to an unpredictable rhythm.

She breathed deep, I don’t think she’d even noticed how hard my cock was, and her shoulders relaxed.  “Jonah, it isn’t – oh my God!”

Her entire body twitched, her pelvis pumping helplessly when the vibrator buzzed against her.  I groaned when her ass bumped against my dick and leaned forward, letting my breath wash over the side of her neck.  “I’ll let you leave my office, Claire, but you should decide if you’d rather have an orgasm here in my office with only me watching, or in the hallway with everyone watching.”

“Oh God,” she moaned.  “Give me that fucking remote.”

I laughed and nipped at her earlobe.  “A word of advice, pet?  When you decide to wear a vibrator to work, never lose the remote.”

“I – I didn’t, I…oh fuck!”  Her body arched again as her clit was assaulted with vibrations.  When it stopped, she said, “I’m not wearing a vibrator.”

“Liar,” I said.  “You think I don’t recognize a vibrator remote when I see one?”

She swallowed, and I kissed the curve of her neck as she whispered.  “Please let me leave, Jonah.”

“You’re free to leave my office anytime you wish, Claire.  But I’m not giving you the remote.  Finders keepers, losers weepers.”

“You’re the worst.”  Her body arched again.

“I am,” I agreed.  “Answer the question, please.  Do you want to cum in my office with just me watching, or cum in the hallway with everyone watching?”

“You, just you,” she moaned.

“Good girl.  Unbutton your shirt, please.  I want to see your tits.”

I was pleasantly surprised when Claire immediately unbuttoned her shirt.  My HR Manager was hot, and I’d had more than one perverse fantasy about her over the years, but she was vanilla through and through.  Just the fact that she was wearing a vibrator was surprising and something I would have to consider at deeper length.  But later… when my dick wasn’t aching to be buried in her sweet, tight pussy.

As she unbuttoned her shirt, her body trembling and her hoarse voice moaning about every thirty seconds, I reached into my back pocket and pulled out my wallet.  I tucked the condom into my shirt pocket and dropped my wallet on the desk before helping Claire out of her shirt.  I quickly unhooked her bra and removed it.  She didn’t protest, in fact she arched her back as I leaned over her shoulder and stared at her tits.

They were incredible.  Full and ripe and tipped with gorgeous pink nipples that were already rock hard.  I was tempted to turn off the vibrator and then suck on her nipples for a while.  Tease her, have her begging and pleading for me to turn it back on, but we were at the office and I was supposed to be headed out to a job site with Ryan in less than half an hour.

If I wanted to fuck Claire – and despite knowing how wrong it was, neither of us were leaving until I was balls-fucking-deep inside of her and she was cumming all over my dick – it would have to be hard and fast.

This time.

The sensible part of my brain ignored my assertion that I would be fucking Claire again.  This was a one-time thing, hell, I shouldn’t even be doing this now.  But I never was very good at ignoring what my dick wanted me to do.

I was still holding the remote in my left hand, but I reached around her with my right and cupped one gorgeous tit.  She moaned, and I sucked on her earlobe. 

“Shh, pet.  You don’t want the others hearing you.”

“Please, Jonah,” she whispered.  “Please, I want to cum.”

“I know you do.”  I tugged on her nipple, making her moan loudly again.  “But you have to be quiet.  Do you understand?”

“Yes, I – oh, oh, oh…”

She was on the verge of cumming, and I quickly switched off the vibrator.  She made a low sound of dismay, and I played with her nipple again as she rubbed her ass against my cock.

“What kind of vibe do you have tucked up against your sweet pussy, Claire?”

“Butterfly,” she gasped.

“Very nice.  Is it one that just stimulates your clit?”

“Y-yes.”

“So, your tight, little hole is empty, is that right?  Looking for something to fill it?”

“God, yes.  Please, Jonah.”

“Tell me what you want.”  I sucked on her earlobe again

“I want your dick in my pussy.”

Another little trickle of surprise.  Who would have thought Claire would be comfortable with the dirty talk?

“Lift your skirt and show me the vibe, pet.”

She immediately hiked her skirt up to her waist.  I tugged on her panties and she spread her legs and let me pull them down.  I left them around her ankles – fuck, she looked goddamn hot – and rubbed her naked ass before peering at the vibrator.  The little pink butterfly was nestled against her pussy. 

She was waxed completely bare – Jesus Christ, I had seriously underestimated my HR manager - and I had the perfect view of the butterfly vibrating when I turned it back on.  Her hands clenched down on the desk and she made a frantic sound of need.

“Don’t cum, Claire.”

“Please, I have to.”

“Control - learn it.  You’re not allowed to cum until my dick is in your pussy.  Do you understand?”

“Yes.”  She was shaking wildly and I took pity on her and shut the vibe off.  She moaned in relief and slumped against me.

“Lean over the desk.  Hands on top and legs spread wide.  I’m going to give you my cock now.  If you want it.  Do you, pet?”

“I do want it,” she whimpered.  She bent over my desk, bracing her hands on top of the piles of work orders, and spread her legs. 

I quickly unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned and unzipped my pants.  I dropped them and my briefs to my ankles and grabbed the condom from my shirt pocket before unbuttoning my shirt and tossing it behind me. 

Claire turned her head, her light green eyes studying my naked chest.  I could see the look of surprise on her face as she studied the tattoos that covered my upper body and both my arms.  I rolled on the condom as she continued to stare at my chest.

“Are you ready for my dick, pet?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Fucking.Hell.

I was goddamn lucky I didn’t cum all over myself when Claire called me Sir.  As it was, my balls were tightening and I had to grab the base of my dick and squeeze.  She arched her back like a cat presenting herself to me, and this time I was the one who moaned.  I traced the straps around her thighs before running my hand over her ass again.

“Wider, pet.”

She spread her legs further without hesitation.  I studied her ass that, if I had my way, I’d be fucking by the end of the weekend, before lining my dick up against her hole.  She was soaking wet, and I pushed my dick into her with one hard thrust.

Our soft groans mingled together.  Fuck, she was so tight and wet.  I made another hard thrust and watched as she crumpled a few of the work orders in her fists.

I leaned over her and nuzzled the back of her neck.  “Careful, pet, you’re messing up my work orders.”

“You really need to clean off your desk,” she muttered.

I grinned and kissed the top of her shoulder.  “I’ll keep that in mind.”

She released the papers, and I gripped her shoulder with my right hand.  She ground her ass against my pelvis and I muttered a curse.

“Fuck me, right now.”  She glared at me over her shoulder.

I showed her the remote in my left hand and grinned when her eyes widened.  She watched me push the button, and her entire body stiffened before she slapped her hand over her mouth to muffle her cries.

I fucked her hard and rough, holding her steady as I pounded into her.  She was moaning and rocking back to meet every one of my strokes.  Her pussy was smooth and wet and so fucking tight.  I clicked the vibe to a higher setting and she made a strangled cry before cumming all over my dick.  Her body tensed, her pussy squeezed exquisitely around me, and I thrust back and forth before cumming.  I wanted to howl with pleasure, but I clamped my lips shut against it and arched into Claire, closing my eyes as her pussy tightened and released my throbbing dick with every pulse of her orgasm.

“Jonah,” she gasped, “the vibe, please.  Too much.”

I hit the off button and she collapsed against my desk, her cheek resting on the papers scattered across it as she heaved air in and out of her lungs.  I pulled out of her and stepped back, a bit unsteadily if I’m being fucking truthful, and after a moment, she straightened. 

She looked over her shoulder, the pleasure on her face already replaced with disbelief.  “What the hell did we just do?”

Chapter Three

Claire

“You seriously had sex with Jonah in his office like you guys were starring in an office porno?”

I leaned over and banged my head repeatedly against the kitchen table until Luna put her hand on my forehead and pushed me back into a sitting position.

“When you put it like that, it makes me feel even worse, Luna.”

She grinned at me.  “Sorry, I’m just…in shock.  You literally said this morning that you would never sleep with him, and that he was too uptight for you.”

“I was wrong.”

“I’ll say.  So…was it good?”

I hesitated.  “Yeah, it was good, but because of the vibrator, not him.”

“Ooh, does Jonah have a small penis?”  Luna raised her eyebrows.

“No, and just because you’re dating a guy with a dick the size of your forearm, doesn’t mean every woman wants that.”

“So, he does have a small penis.”

“He doesn’t have a small penis!  In fact…”

“In fact, what?”  Luna gave me an expectant look.

“Nothing, never mind.”

“What?”  Luna’s voice rose in an indignant squeak.  “You can’t tell me that you had sex with your boss and then not give me more details.  Spill it, Claire.”

I should never have told Luna what happened this morning between Jonah and me, but she was my best friend and I had to tell someone.  Besides, it wasn’t like I thought Luna would judge me or tell anyone else, it was just… Luna wasn’t the only one in shock.  How could I have slept with my goddamn boss?  Even worse – why did I have to enjoy it so much?

“His dick is the biggest I’ve seen,” I said.

“Nice!”  Luna tried to fist bump me, but I stood and paced back and forth in her small kitchen.  “I lied to you.  My enjoyment of the sex wasn’t because of the vibrator.  It was because of Jonah and how he took control.”

Luna sipped at her tea.  “So, he’s a Dom?”

“I don’t know.  Maybe.  He was just…very good at telling me what to do during sex and I liked it.  But, does that make him a Dom?  Maybe he’s just bossy in the bedroom like he is at the office.”

“But he’s definitely not as polite and uptight as you thought,” Luna said.

I shook my head.  “God, no.  But I can’t believe, that is, I don’t…

“What?”

“I had no idea he was even attracted to me.  He’s never once checked me out or made any indication that he even saw me as a woman rather than just an employee.”

“You’re his HR person.  It wouldn’t exactly look good on his business if you filed sexual harassment charges against him.”

“Yeah, good point.  Or maybe he isn’t actually attracted to me.  Maybe he just decided to take advantage of a horny woman wearing a goddamn vibrator at the office.”

Luna burst into laughter.  “I seriously can’t believe that not only did Roxie lose the remote, but that your boss knew what it was for and used it to bring you to orgasm.  It’s like we’re living in some kind of alternate fantasy world.  Shit like that doesn’t happen in real life, Claire.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“So, what now?”

“What do you mean?”

“Are you gonna keep banging your boss?”

“Of course not.  I need my job.  Do you know how hard it is to find a job as an HR manager in this dinky little town?  Most of the companies are too small to even have an HR department.  I got lucky getting hired on by Jonah.”

“Is there an actual rule against sleeping with people at the office?”

“Well, no, but that isn’t the point.  I will not be the girl at the office banging the boss.  I’ve worked too hard to throw my career away like that.  If anyone found out that I slept with Jonah, I’d lose all credibility.”

Luna sat back in her chair.  “So, you’re just going to pretend it never happened?”

“Yes, and avoid him at the office.”

“I don’t think that will work.  Don’t you have weekly meetings with him?”  Luna said.

“I’ll figure something out.”

“I think you need a stronger game plan to avoid him, Claire-Bear.  Or, maybe just talk to him about what happened and -”

“No!  I won’t talk to him about this, and I can’t be around him anymore.  If I am, I’ll just…”

“You’ll just what?”  Luna asked.

“Nothing,” I mumbled.  “Never mind.”

“Claire,” Luna reached out and took my hands, “I’m your best friend.  Talk to me.”

“It was amazing, okay?  The sex was unbelievable, and I-I don’t know if it was because it was the vibrator, or the chance of getting caught, or because I saw a side of Jonah I never even suspected, but it was incredible.  If I spend any time alone with him, I’m going to fuck him again.  I know I will.  I’m already obsessed, and that’s after just one ten-minute bang in his office.  That’s not normal, Luna!  I can’t be addicted to my damn boss just because he bent me over his desk and fucked me until I couldn’t think straight.  Normal people don’t…”

A flicker of movement caught my eye and I groaned inwardly as I stared up at Asher Stokes.  He was the biggest and, unfortunately for me, the quietest man in town, and who knew how long he’d been standing in the kitchen doorway.

“Claire?  What’s wrong?”  Luna turned around, her face lighting up when she saw Asher. “Honey, hi!”

She jumped up and hurried toward him.  He bent down and pressed a kiss against her mouth.  “Hey, Sunshine.”

“I thought you were having beers with Knox tonight?”  Luna slipped her arm around his waist.

“He had to cancel.  I didn’t mean to interrupt.”  He glanced at me and I blushed before clearing my throat.

“You weren’t, I was just heading home.  Nice to see you again, Asher.”

He nodded and grabbed a beer from the fridge as Luna walked me to the door of her apartment.  “Claire, stay a bit longer.  Asher won’t mind if I send him to the bedroom for a while.”

“No.”  I smiled at Luna.  “Honestly, I’m tired and I just want to go home, have a hot bath and go to bed.  Thanks for listening, honey.”

“Any time.  Are you sure you don’t want to talk a little longer?”  Luna gave me a concerned look.

“I’m sure.  I love you, Luna.”

“I love you too, Claire-Bear.”

* * *

Jonah

“Why did you invite me to lunch if you were just gonna sit and stare silently into your soup?”

I grimaced and gave my best friend an apologetic look.  “Sorry, Matt.”

Matt took a bite of his sandwich and swallowed it down as our waitress returned.  Ignoring me completely, she smiled at Matt.  “How’s that sandwich tasting, Sugar?”

“It’s delicious,” he checked the nametag that was perched precariously on her porn star sized left breast, “Darlene.  Best sandwich I ever ate.”

“Well, if you need anything else, you just let me know.”  She touched his arm, her fingers lingering on his biceps, before she filled his water glass and moved on.  I stared at my empty water glass and rolled my eyes.  I was used to being completely ignored when I was with Matt.

“What?”  Matt grinned at me before taking a drink.

“You ever get tired of women throwing themselves at you?”

“Not yet.  Why, are you getting tired of being ignored by the ladies when you’re with me?  I can’t help it if I look like a model.”

“It’s the uniform,” I said.  “Which is ridiculous because you’re a paramedic and that’s not even fucking cool.”

“Like hell it isn’t.”

“Oh yeah?  How many times does a stripper show up to a bachelorette party dressed as a paramedic?”

“Ladies dig guys who can give them mouth-to-mouth.”

I just shook my head and forced down a mouthful of soup.  It was Friday afternoon and I had texted Matt to see if he’d have lunch with me because, frankly, I needed a break from the office.

Claire was avoiding me.  Not entirely surprising, but we needed to come to some sort of resolution.  I wanted that resolution to include more fucking, but the look on Claire’s face after we’d fucked yesterday morning, suggested I’d have better luck sprouting wings and learning to fly.

“Jesus, man, are you going to tell me what’s wrong or not?  I’ve only got thirty minutes before my shift starts.”

I shoved my soup away and checked the crowded restaurant before lowering my voice.  “I had sex with Claire yesterday.”

“Then why are you in such a bad mood?  You haven’t had sex in…wait, did you say Claire?  Claire as in Claire Hoyt, your HR manager?”

I nodded, and Matt stared at me, his sandwich forgotten in front of him.  “I’m gonna need more details, buddy.”

I shook my head.  “I’m not giving you details.  Let’s just say that Claire is way more adventurous than I thought, and it was a spur of the moment thing.”

“Spur of the moment?  You’ve been mooning over her for years and you’re calling it a spur of the moment thing?”

“Yes.”

“So, why so sad, my little bran muffin?”

“She’s avoiding me now.  After we were finished, she got dressed, grabbed the remote, told me ‘this never happened’ and left my office.  I had to -”

“Whoa…you had sex with her in your office?”

“Keep your voice down.”  I glanced around the restaurant again.

Matt gave me an apologetic look before lowering his voice.  “What do you mean by ‘grabbed the remote’?”

Shit.  That was a slip of the tongue.  I sighed and gave Matt a harsh look.  “You can’t say anything to anyone.  I mean it, Matt.  I won’t have people in this town talking shit about Claire.”

“You know I won’t say anything.  Tell me what happened.”

Ten minutes later, Matt leaned back and drank half of his water in two large gulps.  “Jesus, that’s the fucking hottest thing I’ve ever heard.  Who would have thought Claire would use a vibe?  She’s got the straight-laced librarian look to her.  Why the hell was she wearing a vibe at work, anyway?”

“I have no idea,” I said.  “I had to go to a job with Ryan right after, so it’s not like I could ask her about it.  I was so fucking distracted, I’m lucky I didn’t electrocute myself.  When I returned to the office just after lunch, Claire was gone.  She told our receptionist that she wasn’t feeling well and went home.”

I stared at my soup again.  I’d spent the rest of the day in my office, trying to finish up some paperwork and telling myself repeatedly not to go over to Claire’s house.

I knew where she lived.  Hell, I’d even been there three months ago to pick up an employee evaluation sheet.  Claire had invited me in, more out of politeness than anything else.  I’d sat in her kitchen, her cat weaving around my legs, and tried not to stare at Claire’s tits in her tight t-shirt as we chatted about work related things.

I never asked Claire anything about her personal life, never made any effort to get to know her outside of work.  Not that I wasn’t curious.  Fuck, I was almost obsessed, and had been for probably the last year and a half.  I’d always found her attractive and had more than one dark fantasy about her, but I’d kept a lid on letting it go any further.  One, she worked for me, and two, she was much too vanilla for my tastes.

Of course, that was before she’d come to the office wearing a goddamn vibrator.  I was dying to know why.

“Jonah?  Pay attention.”

“What?”

“I asked if Claire was in the office today.”

“Yes, but we haven’t spoken.  We have our weekly meeting this afternoon though.”

Matt shook his head.  “I can’t believe you had sex with the woman of your dreams, and you weren’t even going to tell me.”

“She’s not the woman of my dreams.”

“Bullshit,” Matt said.  “You’ve been into her for years.  Don’t think I haven’t noticed that you haven’t had sex in over a year.  You’re in love with her.”

My neck was turning red, but I couldn’t argue.  Matt was right, but I hated admitting that I was in love with a woman whom I barely knew anything about.  But, it wasn’t just that.  If Claire knew what I wanted from her, she’d freak the fuck out.  I wasn’t ashamed of my kink, but I knew a woman like Claire would never be into it.  And no matter how I felt about her, I would never be truly happy without at least a monthly indulgence in it.  I’d tried to give it up once before when I was with Anna, and look how that turned out.

“I can’t be in love with her, I don’t know anything about her,” I said.

Matt shrugged.  “You’re in love with her, despite not knowing anything about her.  Maybe that’ll change once you start dating her, but -”

“We’re not going to date.  I’m her boss.”

“So what?  People date at work all the time now.”

“Claire isn’t like that.  She won’t want to work for me and date me at the same time.”

“She could get another job.”

“It’s not just about the job.”

Matt stared at me solemnly.  “Maybe she’d be into it.  She’s obviously less vanilla than you think, if she’s wearing a vibe to work and fucked you in your office.”

“There’s a huge difference between that, and what I like and what I need from her.  You know that, Mattie.”

“Yeah.”  He was silent for a minute.  “You can’t compare her to Anna though, you know that, right?”

“I’m not.  They’re nothing alike.  It’s what makes me even more certain that Claire wouldn’t be into it.  If Anna, who loved going to the club, and participated in lots of what vanilla people would think is sexually deviant behaviour, refused to do it, what do you think Claire would do?  She’d run screaming and probably tell the entire fucking town about what a pervert I was.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I do,” I said.  “Claire’s not like that.”

“There’s only one way to find out.”

“What happens if she’s disgusted by it?  Then what?  Not only will I have lost any chance with her, she probably won’t ever speak to me again.”

“You could,” Matt paused, “test the waters so to speak and see what happens.”

“I’m not even sure how I would do that.”

“Take her to the club, have her watch a show.  If she’s into it, then -”

“There’s a big difference between watching a show and being the show, Matt.  You know that.”

“Yeah, but -”

“It doesn’t matter.  Claire’s horrified that she slept with her boss and she’s not going to do it again.  I got to be with her once, I need to be happy with that.”

Chapter Four

Claire

My plan to ignore my boss until at least Monday went south just after lunch.  I had sent him a meeting cancel notification for our weekly meeting as soon as he left at noon, and two minutes after he returned from lunch, I received an email with a very blunt, “My office.  Now.”

I chewed at my bottom lip and stared at the email.  I had two choices, ignore his email, or go to his office.  I was definitely choosing option A.  I had to.  I’d spent all night thinking about fucking Jonah, and to my utter dismay I was even more horny for him now.  It was like a switch had been flipped inside of me.  I’d always found him attractive, a woman would be a fool if she didn’t, but I hadn’t even allowed myself to imagine screwing him, and not just because I thought he was too uptight to be any fun in bed.  Having sex fantasies about your boss was the fastest way to the unemployment line.  Only, now I couldn’t stop thinking about it, and I knew if I went anywhere near him, I’d make a fool of myself by begging him to fuck me.

Ten minutes later I was wishing I’d had the foresight to lock my office door.  Jonah opened my door without knocking and walked in.  He shut the door – he didn’t slam it, oh no, despite the anger I could see on his face, he had too much control to slam the door – and gave me a cool look.

“Ignoring me isn’t going to work, Claire.”

“I’m not ignoring you,” I said as I stared at my computer screen and ignored him.  “I’m just very busy this afternoon and don’t have time for our meeting.  I asked to reschedule it on Tuesday, did you miss that part?”

“Bullshit.”  He sat in the chair across from my desk.  “Look at me, Claire.”

I stared grimly at my screen.  “I’m really quite busy, Mr. Peterson.  Can we just talk on Monday and -”

“Claire.  Look at me.”

Well, fuck.  The tone of his voice had me turning my gaze to his automatically.  My eyes widened.  Jonah looked like hell.  His work shirt was wrinkled, he hadn’t shaved, and his short dark hair was sticking up like he’d been running his fingers through it.

“You look terrible,” I blurted out and then winced.  “Sorry, I didn’t mean that the way it sounded.  I just meant that you looked tired.”

He studied me for a moment.  “I look tired because I was up all night thinking about fucking you.”

My face flamed red and I automatically checked the door to my office, even though I knew he had closed it.  “We agreed to not discuss what happened yesterday.”

He barked laughter and rubbed one hand across the stubble on his jaw.  Shit, he looked way hotter with a day’s growth of beard.  I wondered how that stubble would feel rubbing against my inner thigh, how his tongue would feel on my clit.

I clenched my hands into tight fists and ignored my urge to wipe my hand across my face in search of errant drool.  Just thinking about Jonah’s face between my legs had my pussy wet and my nipples tight buds.

Fuck.  Could he see them through my shirt?  I refused to look down and draw attention to them.

Relax, Claire.  Jonah’s not going to eat your pussy at the office.  If anything, you’ll be on your knees with his dick in your mouth.  Isn’t that how it works in those office pornos?

“No, you told me it never happened and then ran out of my office.”

Jonah was talking.  I needed to concentrate on what he was saying, and not what it would look like to have him on his knees behind my desk with his face buried in my throbbing pussy.

I cleared my throat.  “Fine.  We’ll agree now that it was a mistake and that we’ll never do it again.  I trust you won’t speak to anyone about this and I won’t either.  Now, let’s just forget this ever happened and -”

“Why were you wearing the vibe at work?”

I didn’t think my face could get any redder. 

I was wrong. 

“That’s none of your business, and can I just take this moment to say how very unprofessional it was of you to keep turning it on.”

He burst into genuine laughter and I ignored the way my pussy throbbed anew.  Sweat was starting to drip down my back and I was pretty certain that if he didn’t leave soon, I was going to jump him and ride him like a fucking pony right here in my office.

“Unprofessional?”  He grinned at me.

“Yes.”

“You’re lucky I took the remote from Ryan when I did.  You were on the verge of an orgasm right there in the hallway.”

“I certainly was not,” I said.

“Liar.”  He gave me a teasing little grin that made my nipples peak even more.

To my horror, his gaze dipped to my chest and his grin widened, became less teasing and more…predatory.

“I figured the nicest thing I could do for you was bring you to my office where you could orgasm in peace.”

“No,” I snapped, “the nicest thing you could have done was give me the damn remote and let me leave.”

“What was it I said yesterday?  Finders keepers, losers weepers.”

I glared at him.  “Are you a twelve-year-old boy?”

“I think you know the answer to that question, pet.”  He sprawled back in the chair and God help me, my gaze dropped to his crotch.  The prominent bulge made my mouth water and I immediately looked away.

“Seriously, Jonah?”

“What?  I can’t help it if you make me hard, Claire.  Just like you can’t help it that your sweet nipples are tight and begging for me to suck on them.”

I crossed my arms over my chest.  “They’re not.”

“They are.”

“No, they are not.  It’s cold in the office, nothing more.  Now, if you don’t mind, I’m very busy.”

He stood, and my moment of relief turned to panic when he stepped around my desk toward me.  I rolled my chair back, but before I could stand and escape, he bent and rested both big hands on the arms of my chair, pinning me in place.

I closed my eyes as his warm breath washed over my face.  “What if I don’t want to forget about what happened between us, Claire?  What then?”

“You have to,” I whispered.

“You’re not the boss of me.”

My eyes popped open and I bit back my laughter as he grinned again at me. 

“Listen, I don’t care if you’ve watched too many office pornos where the employee drops to her knees and gives her boss a blow job in his office.  That’s not happening.  Do I make myself clear?”

“Of course it isn’t happening,” Jonah said, “we’re in your office, not mine.  Wait, does that mean I’m supposed to drop to my knees for you?”

God help me, the breath was sucked out of my lungs and I could only stare mutely at Jonah, praying like hell that he couldn’t read my face.

I didn’t pray hard enough.

His eyes widened, and he gave me a delighted grin.  “You’re just full of surprises aren’t you, pet?” 

He let his mouth hover over mine, making a low sound of approval when my lips parted.  I wanted him to kiss me, I wanted him to strip me naked and eat my pussy and then fuck me until I was screaming his name.

To my dismay, he straightened and walked to the door of my office.  My disappointment dropped away when he stared deliberately at me before locking my office door.

“Jonah,” I whispered, “what are you doing?”

“Giving you what you want.”  He was unbuttoning his work shirt and I watched numbly as he stripped it off and laid it neatly across my desk.  Unlike his, my desk was clear of papers and almost compulsively bare.

He was wearing a white t-shirt underneath his work shirt and as he pulled it over his head, my mouth went dry.  I’d worked for Jonah for five years and while I knew he had an amazing body, I’d never even once suspected that it would be covered in tattoos.  He’d always worn a long-sleeved work shirt on the days he was at work sites, or a dress shirt and sports jacket on the days he wasn’t. 

The full sleeves on both arms and numerous tattoos across his chest and abdomen were hotter than fucking fire, and I had to quell my urge to push him on the floor, straddle him and study each one.  With my tongue.

I should have been standing up.  I should have been handing him his shirt and telling him to get the hell out of my office.  Instead, I sat frozen in my office chair as he spun it around and pushed it back until the back of the chair was butted up against my desk.  The sunlight from the window behind my desk made his dark hair gleam as he knelt in front of me and placed his hard hands on my bare knees peeking out from the hem of my skirt.

“Are you ready?”

“Ready for what?”  I whispered.

He smiled and reached for my shirt, unbuttoning it and spreading it open before tracing my hard nipples through my bra.  I moaned, and he smiled again at the sound, then touched the front clasp of my bra.

I didn’t stop him when he flicked it open and peeled back the cups.  He pushed my legs apart and leaned in.  I cried out when his tongue flicked across my left nipple and he squeezed my thigh.

“Quiet, pet.”

“Please.”  Shit, I was begging already.

He sucked on my left nipple, teasing it with his tongue and lips before switching to the right one.  He pulled and sucked and nipped, soothing away the sting of his bite with his tongue while I clutched at his head and tried not to moan too loudly.

He kissed between my breasts and kneaded my thighs before lifting his head to stare up at me.  Without thinking about it, I molded my mouth to his, thrusting my tongue between his lips.  He tasted like mint and I pressed my naked breasts against his chest as we kissed. 

His low groan sent my lust into overdrive and I reached down to cup his cock.  He pushed my hand away.  “No, pet.”

“I want it.”

“You can have it later.”  He stroked my bare thighs before tugging up my skirt.  I lifted my ass to make it easier for him to push my skirt around my waist.  I was wearing a dark blue thong and he groaned before curling his fingers into the waistband.  I lifted up again, bracing my hands against the arms of my chair, and he dragged my thong down my legs and off my feet. 

“So beautiful.”  He was studying my pussy, and I didn’t resist when he lifted both my legs and draped them over the arms of my chair.

“Too much?”  He asked.

I shook my head no, silently thankful that I was a yoga fanatic, and tried not to think too much about how I looked with my legs spread wide and my tits hanging out.  As if he’d read my mind, Jonah rubbed my inner thighs before smiling up at me.

“You’re gorgeous, Claire.”

“Thank you,” I whispered.  “Please, Jonah.”

“Please what?”

“Please eat my pussy.”

He leaned in and licked my bare pussy.  The stubble on his face felt incredible, and the lack of hair on my pussy made everything deliciously sensitive.  I had to clap my hand over my mouth to muffle my squeal of pleasure. 

He smiled at me again before dipping his head and licking me from my wet hole to my clit.  I clutched at his head with both hands, staring unseeingly out the window as Jonah licked my clit with wide, flat strokes of his tongue.

He eased his hands under my ass, lifting me up slightly to give him a better angle.  His tongue dipped into my wet entrance before he licked his way back to my clit.

“Oh God, oh God, yes.  Please, Jonah, right there,” I moaned quietly.

He concentrated on my clit, sucking and licking as I shoved his face against my pussy with an embarrassing lack of shame.  I was so close, and when Jonah pushed one thick finger into my core and sucked hard on my clit, I pressed my mouth shut against the scream that wanted to escape and came all over his fucking face.

I panted and moaned, my pussy clenching around his finger as he licked me clean.  Gasping, I pushed at his head.  “Stop, please.”

He kissed the top of my pussy before leaning back.  “Okay, pet?”

I nodded, trying to catch my breath as Jonah pulled the cups of my bra over my breasts and fastened the clasp.  He had my shirt buttoned before I caught his hands.  “What are you doing?”

“Helping you dress before someone else walks into your office and sees what’s mine.”

I blinked at him.  “The door is locked, and it’s not yours.”

He didn’t reply.  Instead, he picked up my thong and hooked it over my feet before pulling it up my legs to my thighs.  He stood and took my hands.  “Stand up.”

I stood, and Jonah made a smug little laugh when my knees buckled and I had to grab his shoulders.

“Stop looking smug,” I muttered as he pulled my thong up and tugged my skirt down.  I caught his hand when he reached for his t-shirt on my desk.  “Jonah, wait.  What, um, what about you?”

He reached down and adjusted his dick, grimacing a little before shrugging into his t-shirt.  “I’ve been in your office too long as it is.”

“You can’t – I mean, I’m coming across as selfish and that isn’t -”

“You’re not.”  He stopped my talking with a soft kiss before putting his work shirt on and buttoning it.  “You can make it up to me later.  Bye, Claire.”

“I – bye, Jonah.”  I watched in disbelief as he unlocked the door and walked out of my office.

* * *

Jonah

“Hey, head in the game!”

I stared blankly at Elijah and he gave me an impatient look.  “It’s your turn.”

“Relax,” I said as I stood and grabbed the bowling ball.  “It’s only bowling.”

Elijah glowered at me as Matt laughed.  “He’s competitive, which is why I put him on your team, Jonah.”

“He’s not acting competitive,” Elijah said.  The firefighter wasn’t the biggest guy in town – that honour belonged to Asher Stokes – but he was a close second at 6’3”.  I was just over six feet myself, but while I had a lean build, Elijah was built like a brick shithouse, as my father used to say.

“He’s just got a lot on his mind,” Matt said.  “Cut him some slack.”  He nudged his work partner Mia.  “Hey, you wanna split some fries or something?”

She shook her head and pulled her t-shirt away from the curve of her belly.  “No thanks.”

I gave her a brief once-over as I moved toward the lane to throw the ball.  Matt had told me once that Mia was self-conscious of her body and what she deemed to be extra curves.  She wasn’t my type, but it had nothing to do with her curvy body and everything to do with her personality.  She was too timid, too quiet, and too meek for me.  I liked my women with a temper and a fiery personality.

Like Claire?

The errant thought hit me just as I threw the bowling ball.  I jerked and heard Elijah mutter a curse when my ball went straight to the gutter.

I grimaced and grabbed my ball when it returned.  This time my ball hit the gutter when I heard Claire’s soft voice coming to my left.  I slipped and nearly fell on my ass in my hurry to turn and look. 

Claire, along with Asher Stokes and the redhead who worked at Mugs coffee shop on Main Street, had stopped at the lane next to ours.  Asher was holding a bowling ball bag in one massive hand and the redhead’s hand in the other.  As Elijah muttered another curse and pushed past me to take his turn, I walked toward Claire and the others.

She was just slipping into her bowling shoes and she turned bright red when she glanced up and saw me standing in front of her.  Her face was eye level with my crotch.  When she glanced at it and licked her lips, I had to quickly think about Elijah punching me in the face if we lost the game to keep my dick from hardening.

“You following me, Claire?”  I grinned at her.

“Hardly.  In this town, there’s nothing else to do on a Friday night but go bowling.”

That was true.  Not that we didn’t have bars and clubs.  We had three bars and a nightclub on the edge of town, but if you weren’t a drinker or weren’t looking to get laid, there wasn’t much point in going to them.

“Hey, Asher.”  I held out my hand out to the big welder who shook it.  “Good to see you again.”

“You too.  Heading to the Thompson site on Monday.  You finished there?”

“Not quite.  I’ll see you there.”

He grunted in reply, and I held my hand out to the redhead when neither he nor Claire introduced me.  “Hi, I’m Jonah Peterson.”

“Luna Davis.”  She shook my hand and gave me a bright smile.  “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Likewise.”  I smiled at her and watched in amusement as a shadow crossed Asher’s face and he put one big arm around her narrow waist.

“Luna’s my girlfriend.”

She smiled up at him and rested her hand on his forearm.  I wondered inwardly how the two of them even had sex.  Asher was massive and Luna barely came up to his chest.

“So, how do you and Claire know each other?”  I didn’t want to go back to my friends.  I wanted to sit down beside Claire, put my arm around her, and show everyone that she belonged to me, just like Asher was doing with Luna.

“We’ve been best friends since high school.  Isn’t that right, Claire?”  Luna said.

“Yes.”  She was busying herself with typing their names into the console.

“Nice.  You work at Mugs, is that right?”  I asked Luna.

“I do.”

“I think I’ve heard you singing at karaoke at Ren’s Bar.  You’re really good.”

Asher’s arm tightened around Luna’s waist, and she patted his arm.  “Thank you.”

Asher was glowering at me now.  I decided it was prudent to leave before he believed I was hitting on his woman and broke my jaw.

“It was nice to meet you, Luna,” I said.  “Claire, good to see you again.”

“You as well,” she replied without looking at me.  “See you on Monday.”

“Of course.”  I headed back to my lane.  If Claire thought we wouldn’t be seeing each other again until Monday, she was in for a surprise.

Chapter Five

Claire

“Luna, it’s fine.  Seriously.  I can take a cab home.”

Luna glanced around the parking lot of the bowling alley.  “Maybe we can call Knox and ask him to pick up Claire.  What do you think, Ash?”

He nodded before glancing at his cell phone.  “I can text him.”

“No.  I’m an adult and perfectly capable of getting home.  For goodness sake, Luna, get to the hospital.”

“I just feel bad.  You didn’t even want to go out tonight, and now I’m abandoning you to find your own way home.”

“Did you need a ride home, Claire?”

I groaned inwardly as Jonah’s low voice came from behind me.  Forcing a smile on my face, I turned and said, “No, I’m -”

“She does,” Luna said.  “She drove here with us, but we need to get to the hospital, and her place is in the opposite direction of the hospital.  Do you think you could give her a ride, Jonah?”

“Sure.”

“No, it’s fine.”  I gave Luna a pointed look that she ignored.

“Thank you, Jonah, I really appreciate this,” Luna said.

“It’s not a problem.  I hope everything is okay.”

Luna gave him a distracted smile.  “Ash’s sister works for the animal shelter and she was bitten by a dog.  She’s okay, but can’t drive, so we need to pick her up.”

“Well, I hope she heals quickly.  Claire, are you ready?”

I nodded and gave Luna a quick hug before following Jonah to his truck.  He opened the passenger door.

“Need help?”

“No.”  I used the running board and climbed into the truck.  I had changed into jeans and a t-shirt, and I didn’t need to look to know that Jonah was staring at my ass.  I plopped down into the seat.  “Stop looking at my ass.”

“I can’t help it.  It’s incredible, and I’m an ass man.”

I blushed and he winked at me before shutting the door and walking around the truck.  He slid behind the wheel and started the truck, driving out of the parking lot and heading toward my house.

“Do you remember where I live?”  I asked after a moment.

“Yes.”

We drove in silence until I couldn’t stand it anymore.  “You’re really bad at bowling.  I thought that big guy was going to lose his mind every time you threw a gutter ball.”

He burst into the laughter that now had the power to make my pussy wet.  “Normally, I’m quite good at bowling.  I was just distracted tonight.”

I didn’t reply, and he grinned at me.  “Aren’t you going to ask by what?”

“No.”

“It was your ass.  I was distracted by your delectable ass.”

I ignored my flush of heat.  “Who was the other guy?”

“My best friend Matt.  He’s a paramedic.”

“Oh.”  I tapped my fingers on my thigh.  “What about the woman?”

“Mia.  She’s also a paramedic and Matt’s partner at work.”

I tried to sound casual.  “She’s pretty.”

“Before you get too jealous, Mia isn’t my type.  She’s too timid and quiet.”

“I wasn’t jealous.”  Wow, could I sound any less convincing?

He just shrugged and turned down my street.  One good thing about living in a small town, almost everything was fifteen minutes away or less.  He stopped in front of my house and put the truck in park.

I unclicked my seatbelt, hating that I didn’t want to leave or let the night end.  I couldn’t keep having sex with my boss, so why was I tempted to invite him in for a nightcap?

“Invite me in, Claire.”

“I’m sorry?”  Was he reading my damn mind?

He gave me a slow smile that made my pulse speed up.  “Invite me in.”

“I can’t,” I whispered.

“Sure you can.  You said you wanted my cock, and I told you that you could have it later.  It’s now ‘later’.  Invite me in, and I’ll give it to you for as long as you want.”

I licked my lips as desire skyrocketed through my body.  “I can’t,” I repeated.  “If anyone sees you parked outside my house all night, they’ll know we…”

“Who’s going to know it’s me?”

“Your truck says Peterson Electric on the side, Jonah.”

He laughed.  “Good point.  You head in to the house and take your clothes off, and I’ll park on the next street over and walk back.  Unlock the back door and I’ll let myself in through the backyard, so your neighbours don’t see me.”

I hesitated, and he reached out and captured my hand.  His thumb rubbed over the sensitive skin of my inner wrist and just that alone was almost enough to make me lose my self-control.  Before I could just straddle him in his truck, he said, “I won’t let anyone see me, pet.  Invite me in so I can make you feel good.  I want to be in your tight pussy so much I can barely think straight.”

“I’ll leave the back door unlocked,” I said.

His face lit up and he gave me a look of such pure joy that I couldn’t help but smile at him as he said, “I’ll see you in less than five minutes, beautiful.”

* * *

Claire

“Hmm, I’m pretty sure I told you to take your clothes off.”  Jonah’s arm slid around my waist.  I took a deep breath and drew down the blind on the kitchen window before leaning back against his hard warmth.

“Did you lock the door?”

“I did.”  He tasted my neck with his warm tongue before kissing his way to my ear.  I moaned when he sucked on my earlobe.  “Jonah, wait.”

“What’s wrong?”  His hands stilled in sliding under my t-shirt.

“Do you promise me that you won’t tell anyone about us having sex?”

He hesitated and then said.  “Yes, but you should know that I told Matt already.”

I groaned, and he kissed my neck.  “He won’t say anything to anyone.  I promise.”

“I guess I can’t really berate you for it.  I told Luna on Thursday night.”

“Okay, so two people know, but it’s two people we trust, right?”

“Yes.  But, uh, I think Asher overheard me when he dropped by Luna’s place unexpectedly.”

Jonah’s warm laugh washed over me.  “Asher Stokes knows that we had sex in my office?”

“Yes.  I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean for that to happen.  But he hardly talks, so I’m pretty sure he’s not going to tell anyone.”

“I’m not worried about him saying anything.  I am curious why he went all alpha male when I was talking to Luna though.  If he knows we’re having sex, he shouldn’t have been worried I was hitting on Luna.”

“He’s a bit on the possessive side, I think.” 

“Possessive men bother you.”  His hands slid under my shirt and cupped my breasts.

“No.”

“You didn’t like it when I said you were mine earlier.”

“Because I’m not.  Having sex once doesn’t make me yours, Jonah.”  Why did saying that give me a twinge of regret?

“We can agree to disagree on that, pet.”  His nimble fingers had already opened the front clasp of my bra and he pushed the cups back before squeezing my breasts. 

“Jonah,” I put my hands over his, halting his movements, “I’m not yours.  We can’t keep doing this after tonight.  I like my job and I don’t want to have to quit.  Do you understand?”

He turned me around, one hand sliding around my waist to grip my hip and the other continuing to cup my breast.  “I do.  But understand this, Claire.  Tonight you belong to me.”

He stared steadily at me and damn if my pussy didn’t quiver.

“Do you understand?”  He echoed my question.

“Yes,” I whispered.

“Say it to me, pet.”

“Tonight I belong to you.”

“Good.”  He sipped his hand out from under my shirt.  “Take me to your bedroom.”

* * *

Jonah

A large orange cat was stretched out on Claire’s bed and it gave me a bored look before lifting its leg and licking its own ass.

“Nice,” I said.

Claire laughed and picked up the cat, kissing its head before setting it out in the hallway and shutting the door.  “Pumpkin is very flexible.”

“Pumpkin?  You named your cat Pumpkin?”

“I got him from the shelter and that was his name.”

“You didn’t change it?”

“To what?”

“I don’t know, something more manly than pumpkin.”

She laughed again, that low throaty one that never failed to make my dick hard.  “He doesn’t have anything to prove when it comes to his manliness.”

I grinned at her.  “Are you trying to say that I do?”

“Of course not,” she said sweetly before turning on the bedside lamp.  She disappeared into the attached bathroom before returning with a couple of condoms.  She set them on the nightstand and gave me a slightly nervous look.  “You ready?”

“Am I ready?”  I joined her by the bed and pulled her into my embrace.  “That’s not very romantic, pet.”

“This isn’t supposed to be romantic,” she said.  “This is about filling a need, nothing more, remember?”

Her words stung but I kept my voice neutral.  “I remember.”

I pulled her t-shirt over her head and she wiggled out of her bra.  I cupped her breasts, my thumbs circling around her nipples.  She moaned and grabbed the hem of my shirt and tugged.

I raised my arms and she removed my shirt and dropped it to the floor.  She studied my tattoos before running her fingers over my chest. 

“Do they bother you?”  I’d never given a single thought to whether a woman I was fucking liked my tattoos or not, but it was suddenly important to me to know what Claire thought of them.

“What?  The tattoos?”

I nodded, unfamiliar apprehension trickling into my belly.

“I love them.”  She smiled at me before studying my arms.  “They’re beautiful and, honestly, very unexpected.  You don’t seem like the kind of guy to have one tattoo, let alone a whole bunch of them.  Are they on your back as well?”

I nodded, and my breath hissed out when Claire touched my abdomen.

“They’re sexy as hell,” she admitted in a low voice.

Fuck, she was going to be the death of me.  Her fingers tugged on my belt before she unbuckled it and then unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans.  She pulled them and my briefs down my legs, and I kicked them off my feet as she wrapped her slender fingers around my shaft.

I groaned, and she smiled at me before sitting on the bed and spreading her legs.  I stepped forward and she gave me an almost shy look. 

“Would you like my mouth, Sir?”

A tremor wracked my body and my dick twitched.  I didn’t consider myself a full-on Dom, but I did like to have control, and fuck, did I like it when Claire called me ‘Sir’ in the bedroom.

“Yes, pet,” I rasped as I slipped my hand into her thick dark hair.  “Suck me.”

She slid her mouth over my cock and, just like that, one of my favourite fantasies was coming true.  Her mouth was hot and wet and Christ, did she know how to suck a dick.  She bobbed her head in long slow strokes, her hands gripping my ass as I tangled my other hand into her hair.  I took control, fucking her mouth with hard thrusts.  She kept her mouth open wide, staring up at me with her gorgeous green eyes as I moaned and pushed my dick deep into her mouth.

I wasn’t as gentle as I should have been, but she didn’t seem to mind.  In fact, she sucked harder, her soft tongue licking up and down my shaft with every stroke until I thought I would lose my damn mind.

With a muttered curse, I pulled out of her mouth.  Her lips were shiny with my precum and I groaned when she licked her lips and smiled at me.  “Delicious.”

She squealed in surprise when I pushed her onto her back and fumbled at the buttons to her jeans.  I was like a horny teenager, and I cursed when I couldn’t get the zipper down.  “Goddammit, what the hell?”

She laughed and pushed my hands away.  “Put the condom on.  I’ll take care of the zipper.”

I snagged the condom from the nightstand and ripped open the packaging, rolling the thin rubber on as Claire removed her jeans and panties.  By the time I turned back to her, she was naked and lying on her back, her legs spread and her fingers rubbing slow circles over her clit.

I’d never seen anything more fucking beautiful in my life and I hurriedly laid next to her.  I kissed her, tracing her lips with my tongue until she parted them and let me in.  I explored her mouth as I tugged on her nipples until her back was arching.  I skimmed my hand down her flat stomach before pushing at her hand.

“My turn, pet.”

She gripped my forearm, her short nails digging into my skin as I ghosted my fingers over her swollen clit.  She was wet, and I ran my fingers down one side of her clit and then the other as I sucked on her nipple. 

“Jonah, please!”  Her hands tugged my head up and she gave me a desperate look of need.  “I can’t wait.  Don’t make me.”

I’d planned on teasing her, bringing her to the edge of her orgasm repeatedly until she was nearly as insane with need for me as I was for her.  But, I couldn’t resist her sweet pleading.  I pushed on her inner thigh.  “Spread your legs wide for me.”

She did what I asked, and I knelt between her legs.  I rubbed the head of my dick against her clit and she cried out and arched her back.  “Jonah!”

Unable to resist her any longer, I pressed the head of my dick against her wet opening and slid in with one hard thrust.  Her pussy was as hot and tight as I remembered, and I groaned as I propped myself above her and moved with slow, deep strokes.

She closed her eyes, her hips rising to meet each of my thrusts.  Our bodies fit together like they were meant for each other.  As I pushed both of us closer to our orgasms, I rested on my forearms above her.  Our faces were only inches apart and I kissed her sweet mouth.

She returned my kiss but didn’t open her eyes as she wrapped her legs around my waist and rocked against me. 

“Claire, look at me.”

She shook her head no and I pressed another kiss against at her mouth.  “Look at me, my love.”

“I can’t,” she whispered.

“You can.”  I licked her mouth and then sucked on her upper lip.  “Please.”

Her eyelids flickered up and she stared at me as I moved in and out of her warm body.  “You were meant for me.  Can you feel how good we are together?  How right this is?”

She tried to shake her head no again, and I nipped her bottom lip.  “You’re mine, my love.”

“Jonah…”

“Mine,” I repeated.

“Yours,” she whispered.

“That’s right, pet.  Always.”  Her pussy clenched around me in response, and I groaned and fucked her harder.

Her hand wiggled between us and I braced myself on my hands again to give her room to rub her clit.  I stared at her, watching her face as she drew closer and closer to climaxing.  When she came with a harsh cry, I drove in and out of her, her pussy squeezing around me and drawing out my own orgasm.

I groaned her name and thrust deep as her legs tightened around my waist.  When I collapsed against her, she made a soft grunt but didn’t push me off of her.  Instead, she traced lazy circles on my back as I buried my face in her neck and tried to catch my breath.

After a few minutes, I rolled off of her and stared up at the ceiling. 

“Jonah?”  Her voice was hesitant.  “You okay?”

I made a hoarse laugh.  “I’m better than okay.”

She was lying on her side next to me and didn’t object when I pulled her close and pressed her head down against my chest.  I stroked her warm back while she traced the tattoos on my abdomen.

I was almost asleep when she sighed and said, “You should probably go.”

“You’re kicking me out?”  Even I could hear the hurt in my voice.

“I don’t want you to leave,” she said, “but if you wait until tomorrow and someone sees you…”

“I’ll leave before it’s light out,” I said.

She sat up and studied me.  “Will you?”

“Yes.”  I strived to make my voice light-hearted.  “I’m excellent at sneaking out of women’s beds before dawn.  Just ask all my high school girlfriends.”

She smiled a little, and I sat up and pressed a kiss against her mouth before heading to the bathroom to dispose of the condom.  I climbed back into bed beside her and nuzzled her neck.  “What are you doing tomorrow night?”

She stiffened against me.  “We said just tonight, Jonah.”

“Have dinner with me at my place.  You can drop by after it’s dark.  No one will see you.”

She didn’t reply, and I pressed a kiss against her collarbone.  “None of our coworkers live in my neighbourhood, Claire.  They won’t know.”

“I shouldn’t.  We can’t keep doing this.”

“Just the weekend.”  I sucked on her earlobe and cupped her breast, loving the way her nipple hardened immediately.  “Give me the weekend to fuck you, to be with you, and after that, I won’t ask you to be with me again.”

“Just the weekend?”  She moaned as I reached between her legs and cupped her pussy.

“Just the weekend, pet.”  I rubbed her clit with the pad of my thumb.  “Say yes, Claire.”

“Yes, Claire,” she said with a soft giggle.

I laughed and nipped at her collarbone.  “Are you ready for round two, Ms. Hoyt?”

“That depends on whether round two includes eating my pussy.  Does it?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” I said.

Her smile widened, and she pushed lightly on my head before spreading her legs.  “Then get to it, Mr. Peterson.”

Chapter Six

Claire

I felt more than a little awkward as I picked my way in the dark, up the steps of Jonah’s front porch.  I hesitated, and then knocked lightly on the door as I looked around.  The houses on either side of Jonah’s place were both dark, and I cursed my paranoia as he opened the front door.

“Hello, Claire.  Come in.”

I followed him inside and slipped off my heels.  Despite the late hour, the house smelled delicious and my stomach growled loudly.  I blushed when Jonah laughed and took my jacket.  “I guess I don’t need to ask if you’ve eaten dinner.”

“You don’t have to feed me.”  I followed him into the kitchen.  I’d been too nervous to eat, too freaked out by the thought of being seen walking into Jonah’s house that I couldn’t eat.

Now, standing in Jonah’s warm kitchen with his gaze lingering first on my breasts and then my hips, my nerves dropped away, and I felt nothing but an overwhelming need for him.  I walked toward him and put my arms around his waist before kissing him on the mouth.

He returned my kiss, cupping my face and tasting me with slow, lingering licks that made me tingle all over.  I reached for his belt buckle and he captured my hands.  “Whoa, wait a minute.”

“I want you,” I pouted.

“Dinner first.”  He kissed the tip of my nose and took my hand, leading me to the table.  “Sit down, pet.”

I sat in the chair he pulled out for me.  He brought out a bottle of wine.  “Would you like a glass?”

“Yes, please.”

He poured the wine and I sipped at it as he returned to the oven.  He donned oven mitts and pulled out a roasting pan that he set on top of the stove.  He opened it and the delicious smell of chicken and lemon filled the air.

My stomach growled again, and he grinned at me over his shoulder.  “Almost ready.”

I watched as he set the chicken on a cutting board before stirring the rice that was in a pot on the back burner.

“Can I help you with something?”  I asked.

“Sure.  You can scoop out the vegetables and put them in that bowl, and put the rice in the bowl next to it.”

I stood next to him and transferred the vegetables and the rice to the serving bowls as he carved the chicken and laid it out on a small platter.  We placed the food on the table and he refilled my glass before pouring himself a glass.

“Help yourself.”  He passed me the chicken and I took a few pieces before handing it back to him.  As we dished out the rest of the food, I smiled at him.

“This looks really good, but you didn’t have to cook dinner.”

“I like to cook,” he said.  “How about you?  Do you like it?”

“I do.  I’ve taken a few cooking classes over at the Y with Luna.”  I took a bite of the chicken.  “This is delicious.”

“Thanks.  What else do you like to do for fun?”

I hesitated.  I had come to Jonah’s house expecting a few rounds of unbelievably good sex before I snuck home under the cover of darkness.  Instead, I was on a damn date.  I needed to nip it in the bud, needed to tell Jonah that this was sex and nothing else, but I couldn’t do it.  This Jonah was so different from who I believed him to be that I was utterly fascinated and dying to learn more about him.

“I do a lot of hiking in the warmer weather.”

He gave me a look of delight.  “Me too.  Have you hiked the trails at Elk Park?”

“I go to Elk Park almost every weekend in the summer.”

“I can’t believe we haven’t run into each other on the trails.”  He ate a bite of chicken.  “I’m participating in the Knox hike this spring.”

“Seriously?”  I put down my forkful of vegetables and gave him a look of admiration.  Knox was in reference to Knox Mountain, a small mountain range about forty miles west of our town.  Each spring, an event was held for people to hike up the mountain.  It was a brutal test of a hiker’s endurance and strength.  “I’m impressed.”

“Thank you.  Have you ever thought about doing it?”

“Oh God, no.  I hike for fun, not for torture.”

His laugh warmed me more than the wine, and I ate some more chicken.  “This really is very good.”

“I’m not as good of a cook as my mother, but she taught me well.”

“Is your mom a chef?”

He nodded.  “She’s the head chef at Baker’s Steakhouse.”

“Wow, I didn’t know that.  The food there is amazing.  I met her once.”

“Yeah?”

I nodded and took a sip of wine.  “Yes.  I was there with my parents when they were visiting last year, and apparently my mom and your mom were good friends in elementary school.  She came out to our table to say hello.  I had no idea she was your mother.”

“She doesn’t have the same last name as me,” Jonah said.  “My dad died when I was seven and she remarried when I was ten.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“Thank you.”

“Do you get along with her husband?”

“For the most part.  He’s a good guy and loves my mother very much, so that’s what matters, right?”

“How did your dad die?”

“Cancer.”  He poked at his chicken.  “Do you get along with your parents?”

“I do.  They moved to Maine six years ago for my father’s job, so I don’t see them as much as I’d like, but we try to get together at least once a year.”

“Do you have any siblings?”

“Nope, only child.  You?”

“Same.”  He grinned at me and I could feel an answering smile on my lips.  It was a little scary how easy it was to talk to Jonah, and how much we seemed to have in common.

He took another sip of wine. “So, what kind of movies do you like?”

* * *

Claire

“Are you sure I can’t help you clean up?”  I called from the living room.

“Positive.  I’m almost done.  Just relax and I’ll be there in five,” Jonah replied.

I listened to the rattling of the dishes as he loaded the dishwasher.  After a couple of minutes, I leaned against the back of the couch and studied the painting that was mounted above the fireplace. 

“Do you like it?”  Jonah’s arm slid around my waist and he kissed the side of my neck.

“It’s beautiful.”

“Matt painted it.”

“Matt, your best friend?  I thought he was a paramedic.”

“He is.  He paints for fun.”

“He could make a career out of it,” I replied.

“He could,” Jonah agreed.  His hands smoothed over my stomach.  “I like your dress.”

“Thank you.”  Despite the coolness of the weather, I couldn’t resist wearing a dress.  Maybe to make it easier for Jonah to do what he was doing at this very moment.

I parted my legs shamelessly when Jonah slipped his hand under the hem of my dress and rubbed my thigh.  “Are you wearing stockings?”

“Yes.”

He sucked in his breath, his hands reaching for the zipper of my dress.  “I need to see this.”

“Shouldn’t we go to your bedroom?”

“What for?”

“We’re right in front of a window,” I said as he pulled the zipper down and tugged my dress down to my waist.

It was dark outside, and I couldn’t see anything but our reflection in the glass.  He pushed the dress past my hips and it pooled on the floor.  I stepped out of it and Jonah bent and picked it up before lying it across the arm of the couch.

He studied our reflection, his fully-clothed body next to my pale skin dressed in a bright red bra with matching thong and black stockings.  “You’re so fucking beautiful, Claire.”

“So are you,” I said.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a condom.  He handed it to me as he stripped off his t-shirt and shoved his jeans and briefs down his legs before kicking them away.  His cock was rock hard, and I licked my lips in anticipation, making a small whine of disappointment when he stepped closer and nestled it between my ass cheeks.  It was beautiful, long and thick and already leaking precum, and I wanted to keep looking at it.

His warm hands unclipped my bra, and he removed it before taking my arms and pulling them back until my back arched a little.  “Look how hard your nipples are, pet.”

He cupped them, and I watched in the window reflection as he kneaded and rubbed them until I was moaning and rubbing against his cock.

“Does that feel good, Claire?”

“Yes.  Jonah, I want you to fuck me.”

“I know, pet.”  He reached down and curled his fingers into the waistband of my thong before pulling it down.  He knelt behind me and helped me out of it before kissing the backs of my thighs.  “I think we’ll keep the stockings on while I fuck you.”

I moaned when his mouth kissed my skin above the band of my stocking.  “Bend over and spread your legs, pet.”

“Jonah, the window, maybe we should close the blind.”

“Bend over,” he repeated before biting my right ass cheek.

I squealed and bent over the back of the couch, spreading my legs.  They were trembling with anticipation, and I almost screamed with pleasure when I felt Jonah’s warm breath on my throbbing pussy.

“You’re soaking wet already, pet.”  His tongue licked my slit, his hands tightening on my thighs when I tried to grind my pussy against his face. 

“Your clit is wet and,” he licked it with the tip of his tongue and this time I did shriek, “swollen.  You need to cum, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I cried.  “Oh God, yes.”

“So greedy,” he said before diving into my soaking muff.

I cried out at the touch of his hot tongue stroking my clit.  My hands dug into the couch and I arched my back, pushing more of my pussy into his mouth as he flicked at my clit with his tongue.

“Oh God!”  I was embarrassed by how quickly Jonah could push me to the edge, but it didn’t stop me from cumming hard all over his face when he sucked on my clit.  My body stiffened and I trembled wildly before collapsing against the couch, my face buried in the cushions and my ass sticking up in the air.  I didn’t even care as I heaved in breath after breath of much-needed air. 

Vaguely, I was aware of Jonah taking the condom from my closed fist and the sound of the foil wrapper.  His hand smoothed over my ass and I straightened, trying to support myself on legs that felt like rubber.  He squeezed my ass before pushing on my lower back and bending me over the couch again.  My hair was hanging in my face and he gathered it into a ponytail in his fist.  He pulled until I was staring at the painting above the fireplace.

Fresh wetness dripped down my inner thigh.  I loved being fucked doggy-style and the way he held my hair in a tight grip, the way he pushed my legs wide with one strong thigh, was making me pant with anticipation.

The head of his cock pushed against my hole and then he was sliding in.  I moaned at the delicious fullness as my inner muscles stretched to accommodate his width.  His pelvis pressed up against my ass and I made a soft squeak when his finger traced around my pucker.

“Have you been fucked in the ass before, pet?”

“Yes, but it’s been awhile.”

“That’s a shame.”  He leaned over and kissed between my shoulder blades.  “At some point, I will fuck that delectable ass of yours.”

I clenched around him in response and he groaned before giving me two hard and heavy thrusts.  “Christ, you like that idea.”

“Maybe,” I said as I pushed back and forth over his dick.

He moaned again, his hand tightening in my hair before he forced me to turn it to the side.  “Look, pet.”

I stared at our reflection, my lust growing in leaps and bounds as I watched his thick cock slide in and out of my pussy.  His hand grabbed my hip and he lifted me a little, adjusting me slightly so he could slide in deeper.  I groaned, rising up on my tiptoes as I watched him fuck me hard and rough.

My eyes widened when the light next door flicked on and I had the perfect view into Jonah’s neighbour’s living room through the window.  A dark-haired woman and a blonde man carrying a bowl of popcorn, walked in and sat down on their couch.  The man picked up the remote sitting on the coffee table and grinned when the woman plucked it from his hand.

“Jonah, stop!”  I gasped.  “Your neighbours – they can see us.”

“They’re not looking.”  He refused to let me up, instead pressing me deeper into the couch and fucking me even harder.

“Oh God,” I moaned when he reached under me and cupped my tit, pinching my nipple.  “But they might.  If they look out the window, they’ll – oh God!”

He had pinched my nipple again and the pain mixed with pleasure as he pounded into me.

“Jonah!”

He hooked his right arm around both of my arms just above my elbows and pulled me into a standing position.  I was trapped against him, my back arched and my pussy full of his cock as he kissed my back before nuzzling my ear.  His left hand cupped my breast and he toyed with my nipple. 

“Jonah,” I moaned, “if they look…”

“If they look, they’ll see a gorgeous woman being fucked the way she should be.  They’ll see your smooth skin, your beautiful tits,” his fingers tweaked my nipple, “and your hard nipples.  They’ll watch your little pussy taking my cock like the good girl you are.  Isn’t that right, pet?”

Oh fuck, I was so turned on, I could barely breathe let alone answer him.

“In fact.”  He suddenly turned my body so I was facing the window straight on, before hooking his arm around my left thigh and lifting my leg.  He slid his cock inside my pussy again, holding me captive against him as he fucked me with a deep, slow rhythm.  “Let’s give them an even better view of your beautiful pussy.”

“Oh God,” I moaned, and stared wide-eyed at the couple.  They were both watching the tv, sharing the bowl of popcorn between them, but I couldn’t take my eyes off of them.  At any moment, one or both would look over and they would see me being fucked by Jonah.

“You’re stunning, my love,” Jonah whispered in my ear as he fucked me with that same slow rhythm.  He released my arms and slid his hand around to rest on my belly.  I should have been pushing him away, I should have been fighting my way free and closing the goddamn blinds on his window.  Instead, I arched my back and thrust out my chest as Jonah kissed my neck again.

“That’s right, pet.  Show them your sexy tits, how hard your nipples get for me.”  His hand reached between my legs, and I didn’t object when he used two fingers to push the lips of my pussy apart and exposed my throbbing clit.

“They should get to see your pretty little clit if they look over, don’t you agree, my love?”

“Yes, Jonah,” I moaned.

“Do you know what I think, my love?”

I shook my head, my body vibrating and pulsing with every thrust of Jonah’s cock.  “I think if they did look over and saw you being fucked, they wouldn’t be able to look away.  I think,” his fingers brushed over my clit and I cried out as pleasure raced up my spine like flickering lightning, “they’d find it so fucking hot, they’d start fucking.  Would you like that, Claire?  Would you like knowing that people are watching you be fucked, and that it makes them want to fuck too?”

“Yes,” I whispered.

I heard his sharp inhale, and then he was fucking me so hard I would have fallen over if not for his hand wrapped around my leg.  He pinched my clit and I threw my hand over my mouth to muffle my scream of pure pleasure as I came so hard, I almost passed out.

Jonah groaned into my ear, his cock thrusting hard and fast as he wrapped his arm around my waist and held me steady.  When he came only seconds later, he buried his face into my neck to muffle his own loud shout.  Our bodies shook and swayed together as we came down from our high.  I was panting harshly, my body slick with sweat, and I moaned in disappointment when Jonah pulled out of me.

“Shh, pet,” he whispered before kissing my forehead.  He turned me toward the couch.  “Hang onto this.”

I gripped the back of the couch, watching as he crossed to the window.  I had one last glimpse of his neighbours still engrossed in the TV and eating popcorn before he closed the blind. 

He pulled the condom off and disappeared into the kitchen.  He returned in less than a minute, carrying two bottles of water.  He handed them to me and then picked me up.  I buried my face in his neck as he carried me to his bedroom.

“Climb in, Claire.”  He set me down next to the bed and pulled the covers back.

“I don’t have to stay, if you’d rather I didn’t.”  I yawned as he took the water from me and set one on the nightstand before opening the other and handing it to me.

“You’re not going anywhere.  Drink.”

I drank some water before handing the bottle to him and climbing into the bed.  His bed was sinfully comfortable, and I tucked my arm under the pillow, curling onto my side as he slid in behind me.  He spooned me, his hand cupping my breast and his head on the pillow behind mine.

“I have to leave before dawn,” I murmured.

“I know.  I set the alarm.  Sleep, my love.”

Chapter Seven

Jonah

“You could stay the day and leave tonight when it’s dark.”  I sat up in bed and watched as Claire dressed.

She shook her head as she turned around.  “I can’t.  I need to feed Pumpkin and I feel bad leaving him alone all day.  Can you zip me up?”

I got out of bed and pressed a kiss against the back of her shoulder before zipping her up.  “All right.  Just let me get dressed and we’ll go.”

She turned and gave me a cautious look.  “What?”

“I’ll spend the day at your place.  If you’re okay with that?”

“I,” she hesitated, and my stomach churned before she suddenly smiled at me, “I did promise you the weekend, didn’t I?”

“You did, and I can’t think of a better way to spend a Sunday than in your bed.”

“In that case, I’ll see you at my house in fifteen minutes.  I’ll unlock the back door.”

“I’ll stop and get us coffee.”

She frowned.  “Make sure you’re at my place before the sun rises, Jonah.  All right?”

“I will.”  I pressed a kiss against her mouth.  “Stop worrying, Claire.”

* * *

When I let myself into Claire’s house nearly twenty-five minutes later, the sun was just starting to peek over the horizon.  Pumpkin was sitting on the kitchen table, and he studied me with aloof indifference as I set the coffees on the counter.  I shrugged out of my jacket and took off my shoes before petting the big orange cat.

To my surprise, he purred loudly.  I grinned and scratched under his chin.  “You’re starting to warm up to me too, huh?”

“Jonah?”  Claire’s voice called from upstairs.

“Yep, I got the coffees.”

“I’m just about to get in the tub, okay?”

My groin stirred at the thought of Claire naked and wet.  “Yes, I’ll be up in a few minutes.”

“Okay.”

I petted Pumpkin again, and he butted his head against my chest before rubbing his body against me. 

Claire didn’t know it, but last night she’d made me even more determined to make her mine forever.  I hadn’t planned on giving her a taste of my kink, but now that I had, now that I knew the thought of someone watching us fuck turned her on…

My dick was pressing against my zipper and I adjusted it roughly.  Thinking that Claire might be into the idea of letting others watch us have sex just because my neighbours could have seen us last night, was a bad idea. 

But the fact that she didn’t actually make me stop, that she said yes when I asked her if she liked it… hell, maybe this could work out for us long term.

Slow down, asshole.  She doesn’t know you go to the club, and she doesn’t know you actually crave people watching you have sex.  There’s a big difference between what happened last night and what you want from her.

Yeah, there was, but I still had a thread of hope that the woman I was in love with shared my kink.  Could you blame me?

I grabbed the coffees and headed upstairs to Claire’s bedroom.  I walked into the bathroom and set both coffees on the vanity.  Claire, her hair piled on top of her head, was up to her neck in hot water and bubbles in her soaker tub.

“How’s the bath?”

“Heavenly.”  She gave me a timid smile.  “Do you want to join me?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”  I stripped off my shirt and took off my pants and briefs before picking up the coffees and carrying them to the tub.

Claire was staring at my half-hard dick and I smiled teasingly at her.  “Coffee first then you can have it.”

She blushed and sat up before sliding forward.  She took the coffees from me, and I climbed in behind her and sat down.  Water surged to the top of the tub, a little spilling over the top.

“Sorry.”

“It’s fine.”  Claire was still sitting forward a bit awkwardly and holding the coffees.  I trailed a finger down her spine as I settled back against the tub with my legs on either side of her.

“Lean back, pet.”

She slid back, her delightful ass pushing up snug against my crotch, and leaned tentatively against my chest.  I took my coffee from her and sipped at it, the other hand rubbing her smooth thigh under the water.

She seemed uncomfortable, but after a few minutes her body relaxed, and she leaned her entire weight against me.  She sipped at her coffee before smiling up at me.

“Thanks, it’s really good.”

“You’re welcome.”  I rubbed her thigh again.  “Will you tell me now why you were wearing a vibe at work?”

Her face turned red and she mumbled something I didn’t hear.

“What was that?”

“Whiskey.  It was the whiskey.”

I laughed.  “Explain, please.”

“Ellen had a sex toy party.  I went because Roxie asked me to go.  I had a bit too much whiskey, and when Ellen started talking about how I was a prude and too proper to even buy a sex toy, I got a little…defensive.  Next thing you know, I’m agreeing to a bet to wear a vibrator to the office for the morning.  Roxie was holding onto the remote as part of the bet and she friggin’ lost it.  It’s why Ryan had it.”

I laughed so hard more water surged out of the tub.  She glared at me.  “It’s not funny.”

“Are you kidding?  It’s hilarious.”

“How did you know I was the one, uh, wearing the vibrator?”  She took another drink of coffee.

“I was behind you in the hallway when Ryan was turning the vibrator on.  I knew something was off by the way you were squirming, and then I saw the remote in Ryan’s hand and put two and two together.”

“Oh God.”  She closed her eyes and shook her head.  “I’m so humiliated.”

“You shouldn’t be.”  I kissed her temple.  “No one knew but me.”

“Why did you,” she paused, “why did you bring me back to your office instead of letting me go to the bathroom to take it off?”

I slid my hand up to her breast and cupped it.  “Why do you think?  You’re hot, Claire, and I’ve wondered too many times what you looked like during an orgasm to give up that chance.”

“You seriously had, uh, a fantasy about me?”

“Fantasies, pet.  Fantasies.  I wanted to bend you over my desk and fuck you about a week after you started working for me.”

She moaned a little when I tugged on her nipple.  “I had no idea.   You were always so professional, almost a little cold toward me.”

“Self-preservation.”  I set my coffee on the floor next to the tub before grabbing hers and putting it beside mine.  I cupped both her tits, rolling her hard nipples between my fingers as she rubbed her ass against my dick.  “I didn’t think you felt the same way as I did, and I don’t want to be known as the boss who fucks his employees.”

“I don’t want to be known as the employee who fucks her boss.”  Claire arched her back.  “It seems like we’re both on the same page, but we’re about to…”

“About to what, pet?”  I grinned and slipped my hand down her flat stomach to her pussy.

“Fuck,” she moaned.  She tried to spread her legs wide and made a frustrated sound when she couldn’t part them wide enough.  “Let’s go to the bedroom.”

I rubbed her clit.  “You don’t want to have sex in the tub?”

She turned and gave me an adorable frown.  “Condoms don’t work as well in water.”

“I’m clean,” I said.  I suddenly, desperately wanted to take Claire bareback, but didn’t hold out any real hope that it would happen.

She studied me for a moment.  “So am I, and I’m on the pill.  I can show you my medical records on my phone.”

“I trust you,” I said.  “Do you trust me?”

She nodded and I bent my head to press a kiss against her mouth.  “Bathtub sex it is.”

“Actually,” she reached down and held her hand against mine to still it, “I think we should still go to the bed.  Water isn’t great for natural lubrication and it’s kind of cramped in here.”

“What about the shower instead then?”

The adorable frown returned.  “Too dangerous.  I need a rubber mat on the bottom of the shower and I’d want to install some handrails first.  Do you know how many people per year slip and fall in the shower?”

I never thought I’d find a woman lecturing me on shower safety to be sexy, but here we were.  “I don’t.”

“It’s a lot.  I can google the exact number for you.”

“I don’t think that’ll be necessary.  I believe you.”  I winked at her and she bit at her bottom lip before blushing.

“God, sorry.  I didn’t mean to – that is, I know I’m coming across as boring and -”

“You’re not.  Safety first, right?”  I gave her clit one last stroke before sitting up.  “Up and out of the tub, pet.  Let’s get you dried off and into bed so I can fuck you in a nice, safe manner.”

I stood and climbed out of the tub as she scowled at me.  “You’re mocking me.”

“Maybe just a little.”  I wrapped a towel around my waist and helped her stand and climb out of the tub.  I took the second towel and dried her satin skin.  When I dried between her legs, she made a little moan and palmed the obvious bulge against my towel.

“Patience,” I said.  “We need to clean up the water and drain the tub and -”

“No.”  She took my hand and tugged me into the bedroom.  “If I don’t get your cock in the next two minutes, I’m going to lose it.”

She dropped her towel and climbed onto the bed, lying on her back and spreading her legs wide.  “Hurry, Jonah.”

I let my own towel drop to the floor and grinned at the greedy look that crossed her face when she stared at my dick.  “Fast isn’t how I work, pet.”

I stretched out between her legs and slid my hands under her ass before burying my face in her smooth pussy.  I lapped at her clit, sucking and licking her until she was soaking wet and moaning continuously.  Her body was starting to shake, and I stopped and sat up, smiling at her harsh cry of frustration. 

“Jonah, no!  I was so close.”

“I know, my love.”  I knelt between her legs, lifting her right one and kissing her calf before resting the back of her thigh against my chest.  “I want to be inside of you when you cum.”

I stared at her perfect pussy before lifting her leg a little higher and pressing the head of my cock against her opening.  I paused and, praying like hell she said yes, I said, “You still okay with not using a condom?”

“Yes.”  She was cupping her breasts, pinching and pulling at her nipples.  “Just fuck me, Jonah.”

“Whatever you want, my love.”

I pushed into her with one stroke.  Her smooth, wet pussy felt like heaven around my dick, and I moaned and made a few hard and rough thrusts before I regained control.  She groaned in disappointment, her fingers plucking at her nipples as she arched her back.

“No, don’t stop.”

“Touch your clit, pet.”

Her right hand slid to her pussy and I watched her circle her clit as I pushed and retreated.  I kissed her calf again before holding her thigh and abruptly fucking her hard.  She cried out with pleasure, her fingers rubbing furiously at her swollen clit.  Her hips rose to meet mine, her tits bouncing with every one of my thrusts.  I could tell she was growing close, could see it in the way she was tossing her head back and forth, and the erratic motion of her fingers against her pussy.

“Come for me, pet.  Come for me right now.”

She screamed, her body stiffening as she stroked her clit and came all over my cock.  I groaned and pumped furiously in and out of her pussy.  She squeezed around me, her inner muscles clenching and unclenching, and I shouted her name before arching my hips and cumming deep inside of her.  I filled her with my hot seed, releasing her leg so I could lean over her and pin her to the bed.  I pumped back and forth as I came again and again.  Her sweet pussy milked me dry, taking my cum as eagerly as I gave it to her.

“Mine, Claire,” I whispered into her ear. 

I kept her pinned to the bed, kept my cock firmly inside of her.  I wanted her full of my cum, wanted to see it drip out of her when I finally pulled out.

“Say it,” I demanded.

“Yours,” she replied without hesitation.

“Good girl.”  I kissed her neck, licking the spot where her pulse pounded, before rolling off of her. 

She squeaked in surprise when I stuck my hand between her legs.  Cum was dripping out of her and I smeared it into the soft skin of her pussy before smiling at her.  “You like having my cum inside of you, pet?”

She blushed but nodded, and I leaned over her and kissed her deeply.  “You’re so damn hot, Claire.  I love fucking you.”

She returned my kiss, her hands gripping my arms.  “I love it too,” she said when I released her mouth.

Satisfied, I moved my hand and relaxed on my back.  She turned to face me and I pulled her closer, pressing her head against my chest.  She traced the tattoos on my chest and I kissed her forehead.  “Are you hungry?”

“Sleepy,” she said.

I kissed her forehead.  “We’ll have a nap and then have breakfast.  Sound good?”

“Hmm,” she murmured.

I rubbed her back and closed my eyes.

* * *

“Jonah, wake up.”

I squinted at Claire.  “What time is it?”

“Almost four.”

“In the morning?”

“Yes.”

“Fuck.”  I pulled the quilt over my head and closed my eyes.

Claire pulled it back and shook my shoulder.  “You have to go, Jonah.”

I tried to make sense of what she was saying.  We’d spent all of Sunday together and it was fucking amazing.  It wasn’t just sex either.  We’d watched a couple movies, made lunch and dinner together, and talked.  I felt like I was finally getting to know the real Claire, and loved every minute of it.  I’d assumed she did as well.  When I asked her to let me spend the night and she said yes, I’d been over the fucking moon.

“Claire, why don’t we -”

“You agreed to just the weekend.”  She gave me an anxious look tinged with regret.  Or maybe I was just seeing what I wanted to see.  “Please, Jonah.  I can’t – we can’t – go any further with this.”

“We could be discreet,” I said.  “We could -”

“Nothing stays a secret in this town.  Besides, is this how you want a relationship to be?  Sneaking in and out of each other’s houses in the dark?”

“Claire, I like you.” 

Christ, I sounded like an idiot, but I couldn’t tell her I loved her.  She’d freak the fuck out and I’d lose her forever.

Hey, moron?  You’ve already lost her.  This is her ending it.  Pay the fuck attention.

“I like you too,” she said with a soft smile.  “Probably more than I should.”

“Then why not give us a chance?  There’s no rule at work that we can’t date.”

She shook her head.  “You said you didn’t want to be that boss, and I don’t want to be that employee.  Remember?”

“I’ve changed my mind.”

“I haven’t.  I’m sorry.”

I studied her for a moment.  She was pale and trembling and looked sick to her stomach.  I sat up and threw back the covers.  “Yeah, okay.”

“Please don’t be angry.”

“I’m not.”

I wasn’t angry with her.  I couldn’t be.  But I also wasn’t giving up on the idea of having Claire in my life.  I wanted to keep arguing, wanted to explain to her every reason why she belonged with me, but she was upset and worried, and I hated making her feel that way.  I’d give her some space, and hope that she would miss me enough to at least entertain the idea of dating. 

I climbed out of bed and pulled her into my arms.  “I’m not angry.  I promise.”

I gave her a soft kiss, praying like hell it wouldn’t be the last time I kissed her, before smiling at her.  “I’ll see you at the office later.”

“Right, um, okay.”

She seemed surprised by my abrupt turn-around, maybe even a little disappointed.  God I hoped it was disappointment.  I gave her ass a quick squeeze and headed toward the bathroom.

Claire was mine.  She just didn’t know it yet.

Chapter Eight

Claire

I lasted until Tuesday.  Goddamn Tuesday.

Half an hour before my rescheduled meeting with Jonah, I was in a haze of lust so fucking deep, I felt like I was drowning.  I’d barely been able to concentrate yesterday at work, I hadn’t slept a wink last night, and today?  Today it was only one-thirty, and I’d already soaked through my damn panties just thinking about Jonah.

Honestly, I didn’t even remember walking to Jonah’s office, but I was opening his door and stepping inside without knocking.  He was sitting on the old, worn couch in the corner of his office, his long legs stretched out in front of him as he studied his tablet.  He’d been at a work site all morning, so he was wearing his usual work shirt with jeans.  I stared at the way the denim clung to his thighs, and my mouth watered.  I locked his door as he looked up from his tablet.

“Claire?  Hey, I thought our meeting wasn’t until two.”

I stood frozen against the door, my heart hammering in my chest, my nipples hard, and my pussy throbbing to the point of pain.  He looked so damn good, so fucking hot…I couldn’t and didn’t want to resist my need for him anymore.

“What’s wrong?”  He gave me a curious look.

My gaze dropped to his crotch, to the dick that had given me so much pleasure over the weekend, and another almost painful cramp of need went through my belly.

“Claire.”

I lifted my gaze to his face and saw the answering desire in his eyes.  It erased the last of my lingering doubts.

“I want you.”  My voice was low and hoarse.

“Then come and take what you want, pet.”

I didn’t need further invitation.  I practically sprinted across the damn office, climbing into his lap and straddling him.  He sunk his hands into my hair, pulling my head down and kissing me hard on the mouth as I rubbed my pussy against his erection.

I fumbled at the buckle of his belt, unbuckling it with a hard yank before unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans.  I stuck my hand down his pants and he released his breath in a harsh hiss when I stroked his dick.

“Fuck, Claire,” he moaned, his head falling back as his hands squeezed my hips.

“Please,” I said, and he grinned at me.

“Does your greedy little pussy want my cock?”

“Yes,” I said. “Yes, Sir, it does.”

He groaned, and I helped him pull his jeans and briefs down to his knees.  He tugged my skirt up around my waist and reached for my thong, but I was already pulling the crotch of them to the side with one hand and using my other hand to guide his dick into my sopping wet pussy.

I slid him into me with one easy push and he made another low groan, his fingers digging into my hips.  “You’re so wet already.”

“I’ve been wet since yesterday,” I gasped.

He gave me an adorable grin as I rode him hard.  I held onto the back of the couch, not objecting when Jonah unbuttoned my shirt and pulled the cups of my bra down.  He cupped my breasts together and licked and sucked both of my nipples until I was moaning loudly.

He reached down and gave my ass a light slap.  “Quiet, pet.”

“Fuck, it feels so good,” I moaned.  He played with my tits, pulling and pinching on my nipples as I rode him harder and faster.  He didn’t move, just let me ride him the way I wanted to, grinding my pussy against him with every downward stroke. 

“I’m close,” I whispered. 

“You and me both,” he gritted out.  His hands cupped my ass and I slapped my hand over my mouth to muffle my cries of pleasure when he thrust into me, meeting each of my strokes with a roughness that drove me to the very edge.

I reached between us and ran the tips of my fingers over my clit.  That was all it took to push me over, and I screamed into my palm as I came on Jonah’s cock.  His hands tightened on my ass, and he made three more hard thrusts before his body stiffened beneath mine and wetness flooded my pussy.  He shook under me, and I pressed kisses against his mouth as he moaned quietly and rocked back and forth.

“Jesus, Claire, that was amazing.”  His hands stroked my bare thighs, and I rested my head against his chest.  I stroked the soft fabric of his work shirt while I listened to his rapid heartbeat.

“I’m sorry.”

He squeezed my thighs.  “Sorry about what?”

“I said we couldn’t do this anymore, and now I’m, I’m…”

“Riding me like a horny cowgirl?”

I could hear the amusement in his voice, and I sat up and gave him a solemn look.  “I’m totally sending mixed messages and I’m sorry.  It’s just, I couldn’t, I mean I can’t…”

“You can’t stop thinking about fucking me,” he said.

I sighed.  “It’s not just the sex.”

His look of happiness filled me with warmth.  “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“The old Jonah Peterson charm finally won you over.”

I smiled before resting my forehead against his.  “What do we do now?”

“Well, since you can’t resist me, and I can’t resist you, I guess we try dating and see where it goes from there.”

“How awful do I sound if I ask that we keep it quiet for a while?”  I said.

“I get it.  We can keep it under the radar.” 

“I’m sorry.  I just, I need some time to figure this out.”  I decided not to tell him that I’d been online this morning looking for any job even remotely HR related in our town.  Jonah had made it clear that he was interested in dating, but dating didn’t automatically equate to a commitment on his part.  Even considering leaving my job at this point was being presumptuous on my part, but in the last three days, Jonah Peterson had somehow become incredibly important to me. 

You’re falling in love with him.

I jerked all over and Jonah gave me a curious look.  “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing” I said.  “Nothing’s wrong.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”  There was no way in hell I was telling him that I thought I was falling in love with him.  It wouldn’t matter how good the sex was between us, he’d freak out and distance himself.  I’d be humiliated, and my dream job would turn into a damn nightmare.

I eased myself off of him and pulled my panties back into place before fixing my bra and buttoning my shirt.  He buttoned his jeans and buckled his belt before standing and pressing a kiss against my mouth.  “Ready for our meeting?”

“Just give me five minutes to use the washroom first, okay?”

He nodded and kissed me again.  “We’ll make this work, Claire.”

“I know.”  I walked to the door and unlocked it before opening it.  Bud was standing in the hallway, his hand raised to knock, and I turned scarlet as he smiled at me.

“Hey, Claire.”

“Uh, hi, Bud.”

He studied my face, and I cleared my throat before stepping back.  “You need to speak to Jonah?”

“I do.”  He stepped into the office and I wondered if he could smell the damn sex in the air.  “Hey, Jonah.”

“Hey, Bud, what can I do for you?”

“Do you have ten minutes?”

Jonah glanced at me.  “Claire and I were just about to start our meeting.”

I cleared my throat again.  “Go ahead and meet with Bud.  I’ll come back in fifteen.”

“Thanks, Claire.”  Bud’s gaze wandered over my hair.

Shit!  Was it messed up?  I resisted the urge to pat it down and hurried out of Jonah’s office, closing the door behind me. 

I nearly ran to the bathroom and checked my reflection in the mirror.  My cheeks were red, but my hair wasn’t that mussed up and I mostly looked normal.  I took a deep breath before heading to the stall.  God, I really needed to get better at acting casual around Jonah if this even had a chance of working.

* * *

“Claire?”

“Hmm?”  It was Thursday night and Jonah was lying in my bed.  I’d just had three amazing orgasms, and I was warm and sleepy and ready to drift off. 

“I wanted to ask you to go with me to a club tomorrow night.”

I lifted my head from his chest and blinked at him.  “We can’t go to the club, Jonah.  Everyone in town will know we’re dating if -”

“Not the club here.  A different one in Welling.”

Welling was a city to the north of us.  It was about an hour’s drive away and popular with people in town.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.  Plenty of people from here go to the clubs in Welling.”

“Not this particular club,” he replied.

I sat up and grabbed the bottle of water from the nightstand.  I took a drink before handing it to Jonah who sat up and leaned against the headboard.  He took his own drink and then picked at the label on the bottle.

“What club is it?”  I asked.

“It’s called The Sapphire.”

“I’ve never heard of it,” I said.  Not that I went clubbing a lot, but I thought I knew most of the clubs in Welling.

“It’s a,” he paused, ‘BDSM club.”

“Oh.”  I chewed my bottom lip, not entirely certain what to say.  I knew Jonah liked control, but so far he hadn’t done anything I associated with BDSM.  Not that I had much knowledge of it, but we’d slept together numerous times in the last week, wouldn’t he have tried to spank me by now, or asked to tie me up or something?

He was studying me silently and I gave him a weak smile.  “So, um, you’re a Dom?”

“Not exactly.  I like control, but I don’t require it in the bedroom.”

“So, you don’t want to spank me, or tie me up, or make me call you, uh, Master?”

He grinned at me, and some of my apprehension disappeared. “Only if that’s what you want, pet.”

“Maybe next week.”

He laughed and pulled me close.  I traced my fingers over the tattoos on his chest.  “If you’re not a dominant or into pain, why do you go to the club?”

“It isn’t just for people who are looking to be dominated.  I shouldn’t have referred to it as a BDSM club, although there’s plenty of that going on, it’s more of a sex club in general.”

“Do you go there to have sex with, uh, strangers?”

“Some people do.”

“Do you?”

“Not for a long time.”

“Oh.  So what do you do there?”

“It depends.  They have shows every night.”

“What kind of shows?”

He hesitated.  “Different types.  It’s easier to just show you then try and explain.”

“How often do you go to the club?”

“Once a month at least.  Sometimes more.”

I didn’t reply, and he squeezed my waist.  “Does that upset you?”

“No,” I said.  I was being honest, it didn’t bother me, but I was surprised.  “I’m just – you didn’t seem like the kind of guy who went to a sex club.”

He laughed.  “I’m an enigma.”

“You certainly are.”

“So, what do you think?  Will you go with me tomorrow night?”

“What if we run into someone we know from town?”

“We won’t,” he said.  “I’ve been going to the club for years and have never seen anyone from our town.  Well, except for Matt, but he already knows about us so…”

“He goes to the club too?”

Jonah nodded.  “Yeah.”

We sat silently for a few minutes before Jonah squeezed my thigh.  “You don’t have to go, Claire.  I don’t want you thinking that -”

“I’ll go.”

“Are you sure?  I don’t want you to feel pressured to go.”

“I’m not.  I’m curious about it,” I said.  

He smiled at me before lying back in the bed and tugging me with him.  “Thanks for being open to it.”

“Should I wear anything special?  I don’t have any latex or leather in my wardrobe.”

He laughed and cupped my ass, giving it a friendly squeeze.  “You can wear whatever you want, my love.  There isn’t a particular dress code.”

“All right.”  I snuggled in closer and closed my eyes.  I was going to a sex club with Jonah tomorrow night.  I smiled a little.  My boss certainly wasn’t at all the person I thought he was.

* * *

I was a little amused that The Sapphire Club looked exactly how I pictured a sex club would look.  It had a dark and moody atmosphere thanks to the black and red décor.  The main section had a large circular bar in the middle with bar tables scattered around the room.  People of all shapes and sizes wandered the club, drinking and mingling with the other club goers.

I tugged nervously at the hem of my dress.  It was black and was the shortest and tightest dress in my wardrobe, but I still felt overdressed compared to most of the women in the room.  I was definitely the only woman wearing a bra.

“How are you feeling, pet?”  Jonah’s warm breath washed over my ear and I clung tightly to his arm when a woman wearing a latex cat suit walked by us.  She held a leash in her hand that was attached to the collar of a man wearing a thong speedo, nipple clamps, and a ball gag in his mouth.

“Take a deep breath, my love.”  Jonah’s voice was equal mixtures of amusement and concern as I watched the man follow the woman across the club.  “Are you all right?”

“I feel a little overdressed.”  I tugged at my bra.  “For the first time in my life I feel self-conscious about wearing a bra.”

He laughed and kissed my neck.  “You look beautiful, but the next time if you want to go braless, you won’t hear me arguing.  Come with me.”

“Where are we going?”  I wanted to stand in the main part of the club and stare at the people for the next few hours, but Jonah was already leading me down a wide hallway.  He was wearing jeans and a fitted dress shirt, and I admired the way it clung to the muscles in his back as I followed him down the hall.  The left side of the hallway was partitioned off into small cubicles with heavy, dark curtains that hung from the ceiling.

The first two cubicles had their curtains drawn shut, but the third was open.  I peered inside curiously.  The small space held an oversized black leather armchair, a tall wicker laundry basket with a lid, a small garbage can, and a narrow side table.  The table held a basket full of condoms, and a large bottle of disinfectant spray and a pile of hand towels was placed on the shelf near the bottom of the table. 

“What are these cubicle thingies for?”  I asked Jonah.

“If you meet someone at the club and want to have sex without leaving, you can bring your partner to a cubicle.  They have them all over the club.”

I stared up at him.  “Are you serious?”

He nodded, and I could feel my cheeks flushing.  “But people walking by would hear you having sex.”

Right on cue, there was a loud moan of pleasure from one of the cubicles with curtains drawn around it.  I stared wide-eyed at Jonah as a man grunted deep in his throat before groaning.  “That’s right, sweetheart, ride me nice and hard.  Your sweet pussy is so wet.  I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk.”

The woman moaned in reply, and I clutched Jonah’s hand when I heard the unmistakable sound of a hard cock sliding in and out of a very wet pussy.

“Jonah?”  I whispered.  “We shouldn’t be listening to them.”

He stepped behind me and rubbed his erection against my ass before cupping my tits through my dress.  My nipples were already hard, and he kissed the spot behind my ear.  “Your nipples are so hard, my love.  I bet your pussy is wet, isn’t it?”

“Jonah,” I moaned.

The woman behind the curtain made another moan before chanting repeatedly, “Oh fuck, that’s good, oh fuck, that’s good.”

My cheeks were on fire, and I grabbed Jonah’s hand when he slid it down my stomach.  “Maybe we should, um, use one of those cubicles.”

He grinned at me before squeezing my breast.  “Maybe later, pet.  Come.”

He led me away from the couple and the sound of their fucking.  Not that it mattered, most of the other cubicles were already full, and I could hear the people behind the curtains moaning and panting with pleasure as we walked by them.

By the time Jonah stopped in front of a doorway near the end of the hallway and led me into the room, my pussy was so wet I was surprised I wasn’t dripping down my thigh.  Fuck, what if I was leaving a wet spot on my dress?

Before I could try and discreetly check, Jonah was sliding his arm around my waist and tugging me in front of him.  I leaned against him, feeling the bulge of his erection rubbing against my ass, and studied the room.  There was a small stage set up in front of us.  The room was full of people and we were near the back, but the bed on the stage was higher than an average bed and easy to see.

“Is this one of the shows?”  I asked in a whisper.

Jonah nodded, and I gave him a nervous look.  “What kind of show is it?”  I didn’t think I was ready to watch a woman or man be tied up or spanked or tortured.

Jonah gave me a reassuring squeeze.  “Nothing too kinky, my love, I promise.”

“Okay.”  I was about to ask when the show started, when the lights in the room dimmed and two spotlights clicked on above the stage.  They shone down on the bed, and I could feel my pulse fluttering nervously when two people walked onto the stage.

My first thought was how normal they looked.  The woman was on the chubby side with long blonde hair and truly spectacular looking breasts.  She wore a short silk nightgown, and she stood next to the bed, staring up at the man standing next to her.

He was tall and muscular with dark blond hair and a few tattoos scattered across his chest.  He was wearing just a pair of briefs, and I swallowed heavily when he pushed them down his thick thighs and his cock sprung free.  He was longer than Jonah but not as thick, and I tried not to look too shocked when the woman sat down on the bed and the man immediately slid his erect cock into her mouth.  She sucked enthusiastically as the man petted her hair and groaned softly.

“She looks so pretty with his cock in her mouth, doesn’t she, pet?”  Jonah whispered into my ear.

I nodded, watching in utter fascination as the woman deepthroated the man before pulling her head back and gasping in air.  A soft moan to our left pulled my attention from the stage.  My mouth dropped open, and I twitched all over.  A woman, she was short and had a soft and pretty look to her, was standing with her legs spread wide.  She was studying the stage as a man knelt on the floor between her legs.  His head was hidden beneath her skirt, but there was no mistaking what he was doing to her.  Her hand pressed rhythmically on his head as she kneaded her breast and rocked back and forth.

I looked away hurriedly when she glanced at me and winked.  The people in front of us were making out enthusiastically.  The man had his hands stuck down the woman’s tight jeans, kneading and cupping her ass as she rubbed his dick through his pants.

To our right, a woman was on her knees, sucking enthusiastically at her partner’s cock as he watched the stage.  My gaze wandered around the room.  Jonah and I were the only people in the whole damn room who weren’t half-undressed and groping each other.

“Take a deep breath, pet.”  Jonah’s hand rubbed my belly and his low whisper in my ear helped me relax a little.

I did what he said, and stared up at the stage when the woman made a harsh cry of pleasure.  She was now naked and lying spread eagle on the bed.  The man’s face was buried in her pussy, and I made a small whimper of need when I watched him suck on her very large and swollen clit.

Jonah’s hand inched up to my breast and he rubbed it lightly as we watched the woman get her pussy eaten.  “How do you feel, pet?”

I moaned, rubbing my ass against Jonah and spreading my legs automatically when his hand traced one smooth thigh.  “Achy.”

He made a low laugh before sliding his hand under my skirt and cupping my pussy through my panties.  “You’re very wet, my love.”

“She looks so pretty getting her pussy eaten,” I said as I stared at the stage.

The woman was humping the man’s face now, her hands digging into his scalp as her low cries of pleasure grew louder.  She came just as the woman to our left came and their cries intermingled.  The man to our left pulled his head out from under the woman’s skirt and stood.  They kissed deeply, and she stuck her hand into his pants as Jonah rubbed me lightly.  “She doesn’t look as pretty as you would look up there, my love.”

“Oh God,” I moaned.

The man on stage was kneeling between the woman’s legs now.  He rubbed the head of his cock up and down her slit as she clutched at the sheets and begged him to fuck her.

“Lift your dress, pet,” Jonah said.

I did what he asked, raising my dress up around my waist.  I could feel the gazes of the couple on our left, but instead of being embarrassed, I felt a fresh surge of lust.  I liked that they were watching, liked the idea that me being turned on was turning them on too.

Jonah used his left hand to pull down the front of my panties until the cool air washed over my pussy.  I was sure he wasn’t deliberately showing the couple next to us my pussy, but another surge of almost unbearable need went through me when the woman said, “Her pretty pussy is bare.  Would you like it if I did that, honey?”

“Whatever you want, baby.”  The man’s voice was low and deep. 

Jonah pulled my panties back into place before sliding his right hand inside them.  I cried out, my hips thrusting forward when he rubbed my clit with his rough fingers.

“Please!”  I moaned.  “Oh, please.”

“Shh, my love.  Look at the stage.”

I turned my gaze back to the stage, rocking my pelvis against Jonah’s fingers as he pushed one hard thigh between mine and spread my legs wide.  The man had the head of his cock against the woman’s entrance and when he pushed his dick into her, Jonah slid two thick fingers into my needy, wet hole.

I cried out, thrusting my hips against Jonah’s fingers as I watched the woman being fucked on stage.  Jonah sucked on my earlobe, his fingers curling inside of me to rub against the front wall of my pussy.

The man on stage was pounding into the woman now, fucking her hard and rough as she begged and pleaded for him to make her cum.  Jonah’s hot breath warmed my cheek as he watched the stage with me.

“You would look so pretty on stage, pet,” he whispered as he fucked me with his fingers.  “Don’t you think?”

“Oh please,” I moaned.

“The couple next to us can’t take their eyes off you,” he said.  “They’re not even paying attention to the stage.  They’re watching you, watching as you fuck my fingers with your tight, pretty little pussy.  You’re so fucking gorgeous when you cum, pet.  Why don’t you show them how gorgeous you are – I want you to cum for me right here.”

“Oh, oh, oh God,” I whimpered.  My eyes were glued to the couple fucking on the stage, my hands clutching at Jonah’s forearm as he pumped his fingers in and out of me.  When his thumb angled up and rubbed my clit in a hard circular motion, I snapped my mouth shut against my scream of pleasure, and came all over his hand.  His arm wrapped around my waist, supporting my weight as I trembled wildly.

There was a scream as the woman on the stage climaxed, followed by the man’s roar of pleasure as he followed suit.  I hardly paid attention.  My pussy was throbbing, and I squeezed around Jonah’s fingers as he kissed my throat.

“Such a good girl, pet.  You looked so pretty cumming on my hand.  Good girl, my love.”

I leaned against Jonah’s hard chest, trying to catch my breath.  His fingers were still deep inside my pussy and I twitched all over when the woman next to us spoke.

“That was so hot.”

I stared at her.  She was still rubbing her man’s dick through his pants, and both of them were staring at Jonah’s hand inside my panties.  She seemed to be waiting for some type of response, but I could only stare at her as Jonah eased his fingers out of my pussy.  They were soaking wet when he pulled his hand out of my panties, and a hot blush rose up my chest when the woman licked her lips.

“Look how wet he made her, honey.”

“Very nice,” the man said appreciatively.

Jonah was tugging my dress down over my hips.  I almost fell over when the woman smiled at us and said, “Hey, you guys into swapping?  We could go back to our place for a few hours.  We don’t live far from the club.”

I was speechless, but Jonah just smiled at them. “Thank you for the offer, but we’ll pass.”

“That’s a shame,” the woman said cheerfully.  “I’d love to watch her cumming all over my man’s cock.  If you change your mind, we’re gonna watch another show next door.”

They turned and left, and I clutched at Jonah’s hand when he led me toward the door.  “Jonah?  Are we going to watch another show?”

“No, pet.  I need to fuck you.”

My pussy clenched uselessly around nothing, and I made a small whimper as Jonah led me out into the hallways.  The cubicles were all full now, no doubt most of them were being used by the people who’d been in the room with us, and Jonah led me out of the hallway and back through the main room to another hallway.  Rows of curtained cubicles lined this one as well and he took me to the first open one.  He pulled the curtain shut and immediately pulled my dress over my head.

“Jonah,” I looked nervously at the closed curtain as the sounds of people fucking on our left and on our right drifted through the curtains, “what if someone opens the curtain?”

He unhooked my bra and pulled it down my arms before laying it over the narrow table with my dress.  His hands pulled my thong down and I stepped out of it automatically as he said, “Then they’ll see you being fucked, pet, just like the woman on the stage.”

Oh Jesus.  Why did that turn me on so much?  I was a goddamn pervert.  I shouldn’t be wishing that someone would accidentally open the curtain while Jonah was fucking me, but there was a small part of me that couldn’t stop thinking about it.

Jonah had stripped off his shirt, and he pushed his jeans and briefs down to his ankles but didn’t bother removing them completely.  He sat down on the leather chair and patted his lap.  “Come here, pet.”

I straddled him, my knees pressing into the soft leather on either side of his thighs.  The smell of disinfectant was strong, but it didn’t lessen my desire for him as Jonah gripped the base of his cock.  “Slide your tight pussy over my dick.”

I did what he asked, trying to stay quiet as his thick shaft stretched my inner muscles.  He pulled my hand away from my mouth before pinning both of them behind my back.  “No, pet, let them hear how good it feels for you when you’re being fucked.”

He gripped my hip with his other hand and held me steady as he fucked me hard.  My moans mingled with the others around us.  The other women’s cries of pleasure only heightened my excitement, and I rode Jonah’s dick hard, my tits bouncing with every thrust as Jonah stared up at me.

His hand tightened around my arms.  “Did you like it when they watched you cumming, pet?”

“Yes,” I said.  “I liked it.  Please, Jonah, harder.”

He fucked my wet pussy harder and faster.  “I should have fucked you right there in the room, Claire.  I should have pulled down your panties, bent you over and let them watch as I fucked your tight pussy.”

“Oh my God,” I moaned.  “Oh fuck.”  Pleasure was coiling in my belly and I strained for my orgasm that was just out of reach. 

“Would you have liked that, pet?  Would you have liked being fucked in front of them?  Liked knowing that they could see your sweet pussy being forced to take my cock over and over?”

He made a hard thrust, the head of his cock hitting that magical g-spot, and I shrieked “Yes!” before cumming in a roaring explosive rush that made my head spin.  Dimly, I was aware of Jonah’s low groan, of the fresh wetness in my pussy as he orgasmed, as I collapsed against him.

His big hands rubbed my bare back, and he pressed kisses against my damp throat and shoulder.  “So good, my love.  So damn good.”

Chapter Nine

Claire

“Stop looking at me like that, Luna.”

Luna grinned.  “I can’t help it.  I can’t believe that my best friend went to an honest-to-God sex club last night.”

I sipped at my cup of tea as Luna drank her coffee.  It was Saturday afternoon.  Jonah had spent the night with me after we left the club, but had left before dawn.  He was hoping to finish the work at the Thompson site today.

“Hey, is Jonah at the Thompson site?”  Luna suddenly asked.

I nodded.  “He is.”

“Yeah, Asher too.  God, that building is taking forever to finish.  Anyway, let’s get back to the sex club thing.  So, you and Jonah had sex in front of people, huh?  That guy is way kinkier than I ever would have believed.”

My face turned bright red.  “Luna, we didn’t have actual sex in front of people.  He just…”

“Made you cum?”

“Oh my God, why did I tell you any of this?”

Luna giggled.  “Because you had to tell someone.  Don’t be embarrassed, Claire-Bear, I’m not going to judge you.”

I sighed and stared into my cup of tea.  To be truthful, I wasn’t sure how I was feeling about last night.  I had enjoyed it a lot at the time, but now… now, I was feeling a little embarrassed at how perverted I was.

“Do you think I’m a pervert?”  I suddenly asked.

“No,” Luna said.  “Why would I?”

“I think Jonah likes the idea of being watched while we’re having sex, and I… I sort of like it too.  I think.”

“Then what’s the problem?”  Luna said.  “So you both have the same kink, that’s a good thing, right?”

“I guess.  Maybe?  Shit, I don’t know.  The thing is – just because I like the idea, doesn’t mean I want to get on a stage in front of a roomful of people and let Jonah fuck me.  It’s not normal, Luna.”

She shrugged.  “What’s normal?  People have all sorts of different kinks.”

“This one seems a little more out there than most.  Anyway, I’m probably overreacting to the whole thing.  Just because Jonah got me off with his fingers in front of a couple of strangers, doesn’t mean he wants to bang me in front of a roomful of them.”

“Isn’t that exactly what he said?”  Luna replied.

“That was just…dirty talk,” I said.  “Look, maybe Jonah is a little more of a bad boy than I originally thought, but I just can’t see him wanting to actually have sex in front of a bunch of people.”

Luna gave me a skeptical look that I ignored.  I really wasn’t sure how I was feeling about the whole thing.  A big part of me believed that it really was just dirty talk on Jonah’s part, and weirdly, that both relieved and disappointed me at the same time.

I groaned and buried my face in my hands.  “God, I don’t know what I want anymore.”

“Pretty sure it’s Jonah you want.”

“I do,” I whispered.  “I really do.”

“Then just relax and don’t overthink things, Claire,” Luna said.  “You like him, he likes you.  It’s all good.”

“He asked me to go back to the club again tonight.”

“Yeah?  You gonna go?”

I nodded.  “I am.  I – I had a really good time last night.” 

I didn’t tell Luna that I was already wondering if we’d watch another show.  If Jonah would touch me, show off my pussy to the people around us as he made me cum.  A little shiver of lust and anticipation went through me and I swallowed hard.  God, I really was a pervert.

* * *

Jonah

“Jonah, is there something wrong?”  Claire was giving me an anxious look as we stood at one of the tables in the main area of the club.  She looked gorgeous tonight.  Her dark hair was loose and curling around her shoulders and the green dress she wore matched the colour of her eyes perfectly.  Of course, if I had my way, in about half an hour she’d be naked and under me.

I swallowed down the last of my bourbon and shook my head.  “No, it’s good.  Why?”

“You seem nervous.”

I was nervous.  I took a deep breath and shook it off.  After last night, I knew without a doubt that Claire was into being watched while having sex.  The way she had reacted and the way she had cum so hard, she liked it when strangers watched her.

My cock surged against my jeans.  Fuck, I’d be lucky if I didn’t embarrass myself tonight on stage by cumming before we barely started.  The idea of fucking the woman I loved in front of a roomful of people had me so turned on, I couldn’t concentrate.  I had called the club this morning and booked one of the main stages for us.  After that, my day was full of images of a naked Claire, of her moaning and begging me to make her cum while strangers watched.

“I’m good, pet.  I promise.”  I took her hand, linking our fingers together and smiling at her.  “Are you ready?”

“Are we watching another show?”  She couldn’t hide the eager look on her face.

Instead of replying, I tugged her away from the table and across the main room to the hallway.  We walked past the curtained cubicles.  Claire’s face was a delightful shade of pink and I knew she was remembering being fucked last night.  I stopped at the first door on the left.

Claire followed me in and gave me a curious look when I led her past the people milling around the room and toward the stairs that led to the stage.  The curtain was pulled across the stage, and she followed me up the small set of stairs.  When we were behind the curtain, I pulled her close and nuzzled her neck.

“Jonah?  Why are we backstage?”  She was studying the bed in the dim light.

“I thought we’d do something different tonight, pet.”

She turned her gaze toward me.  “We’re going to watch the show from backstage?”

I shook my head.  “Not quite.  Tonight, we are the show.”

“Wh-what?”  She stared at me in surprise.

I put my arm around her waist and stroked her dark hair.  “Last night, you realized what I like, didn’t you?”

She licked her lips.  “Maybe.”

I smiled encouragingly at her.  “I want to be with you tonight, Claire.  I want to take you on that stage, strip you naked and fuck you in front of everyone. I want them to see how gorgeous you are when you’re cumming.”

She was staring silently at me, and I squeezed her waist.  “I know the idea of being watched turns you on. I saw it that night with my neighbours, and last night here at the club.”

“So, you just went ahead and booked us to be on the stage without even asking me?”

“I’m asking you now.”

“No,” she stepped away from me, folding her arms across her torso, “you’re telling me we’re going to do the show.  That’s a big difference, Jonah.”

“You like being watched,” I said, “and I like being watched.  It’s what makes us perfect together.”

“So, the only reason you want to be with me is because I’m just as sick as you are?”

My stomach dropped.  “Claire, neither of us are sick.  And I want to be with you because I lo-”

“Aren’t we?”  She said.  “Normal people don’t do shit like this, Jonah.”

Fuck.  I had made a very big goddamn mistake.

“I’m sorry.  You’re right, I should have talked to you about this beforehand, but last night you were so into it that I thought -”

“Let me get this straight - I let some strange couple watch you finger me and you decided that meant I was more than willing to get on stage and let people watch me be fucked?”

“I made a mistake,” I said.  “I’m pushing you too fast and I shouldn’t have -”

“I’m not this type of person,” Claire said with a quick glance to the left.  “I-I don’t like the idea of people watching me have sex.”

“It’s okay that you do,” I said.  “It isn’t something to be ashamed of.  I’ve done this before and -”

“You’ve had sex on stage here at the club with women?”

I nodded, and Claire pressed her lips together before looking away.  “Take me home, Jonah.”

“It was a long time ago, Claire.  I haven’t been with anyone in over a year because -”

“I want to go home.”  She was refusing to look at me and when I tried to touch her arm, she pulled away.  “Don’t, Jonah.  If you want to stay, that’s fine, I’ll take a cab home.”

“No,” I said.  “I’ll take you home.”

* * *

“Don’t shut the truck off.”  Claire unclicked her seatbelt.  I reached out and grabbed her hand before she could open the door.  We had spent the drive home in complete silence and my stomach was churning with dread and anxiety.

“Let me come in so we can talk.”

She laughed bitterly.  “Talk?  About how you want to fuck me in front of a bunch of strangers.”

I winced.  “I’m sorry.”

“Why would you do that, Jonah?  Why would you make that kind of decision for me, like what I wanted or needed didn’t even matter?”

“I shouldn’t have done that.  Believe me when I say I regret it, I was just excited and thrilled that a woman I really care about -”

“If you cared about me, you wouldn’t have just sprung this on me.  What were you thinking?”

“I wasn’t.”

She rubbed at her temples.  “I can’t do this, Jonah.  I was a fool to think I could.”

“Claire, we don’t ever have to go back to the club again.  Okay?  I don’t need -”

“It isn’t just about you wanting something from me that I can’t give you,” she interrupted.  “It’s also about the fact that I had an amazing job, a job that I worked hard to get.  Now, because I can’t control myself, it’s gone.”

“It’s not gone.”

“It is.  I quit, Jonah.”

“What?  No, you’re not quitting.”

She turned on me, suddenly furious.  “If you try and tell me what I can or cannot do one more time, Jonah Peterson, I will punch you in the face.”

“I’m sorry, but you don’t need to quit.  I’ll stay away from you, I won’t touch you or look at you in any way but -”

“It’s not you I’m worried about.  If I keep working for you, I’ll keep fucking you, and that isn’t good for either of us.  I’m not the person you need me to be, Jonah.  You want me to fuck you in front of a bunch of strangers, and I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to do that.  You’ll say it’s okay, you’ll pretend it doesn’t matter, but it will drive us apart eventually.  It’s better if we end it now.”

“Claire -”

“I’ll email you my official letter of resignation.”  Without looking at me, she climbed out of the truck, slammed the door and disappeared into the darkness.

* * *

“Buddy, you look like shit.”

“Good to see you too, Mattie.”

“Uh-huh, let me in.”  Matt pushed past me and wandered into the kitchen.

Rubbing at the heavy growth of hair on my face, I shut the door and followed him in.  He had grabbed a beer from the fridge and he opened it before taking a long drink.  He sat down and eyed me thoughtfully as I scowled at him.

“What do you want?”

“Eh, it’s been a week.  Figured I’d drop by and see if you were ready to win Claire back yet.”

“Win Claire back?”  I barked harsh laughter before grabbing my own beer and drinking half of it.  “I don’t have a fucking chance in hell of winning her back.  We work in the same goddamn office, but I haven’t seen her once this week.  She only comes into the office when she knows I’m at work sites.  The rest of the time she works from home.  She has one more week and then she won’t even be in the office anymore.  She’ll be gone, and it’s all my fucking fault.”

“Well, you’re not wrong about that, but you need to buck the fuck up and make things right, ya asshole.”

“Go home, Mattie,” I said wearily.  “I’m tired.”

“You can still fix this.”

“I can’t.  I pushed too hard and I fucking wish I could go back and change that now, but I can’t.  I was just so,” I stared at the table, “so excited that she shared my kink.  I love her and she…”

Matt gave me a sympathetic look.  “You can’t just sit here all weekend with your thumb up your ass, Jonah.”

I shook my head.  “The worst part is, I can’t stop worrying about what she’s going to do for work.  I know she loves being in HR, and I’ve ruined that for her.”

“Maybe not,” Matt said.

“What do you mean?”

“You remember Kayley?”

I shook my head and Matt rolled his eyes.  “She works at the hospital in administration.  We hooked up a few times last year.”

“I don’t remember.”

“Well, anyway, we’re still friendly and I saw her last night over at Ren’s Bar.  We got to talking about work and shit like that, and she happened to mention that her boss was being a real bitch lately because they haven’t found anyone to fill the HR position at the hospital and it’s falling on her to do it.”

“Kayley’s in HR?”

“Jesus, man,” Matt snorted, “are you fucking drunk?  It’s only noon.  No, not Kayley.  Her boss.  Her boss is doing the HR shit because they haven’t found a suitable candidate for the HR position at the hospital.”

I blinked at him.  “What does that have to do with me?”

“Oh sweet mother of…look, dude, I’m going to give you Kayley’s extension at the hospital.  You’re going to call her on Monday morning, and she’s going to put you through to her boss. Then you’re going to tell her all about this amazing HR manager named Claire who used to work for you and you’re gonna get Claire a fucking interview.”

My jaw dropped open.  “Fuck.  That’s fucking brilliant.”

“I know, dickhead.”  Matt took a drink of beer and smiled smugly at me.  “Then, once you’ve gotten Claire a new job, you’re gonna get down on your goddamn knees and beg her to forgive you.”

I shook my head. “It won’t work.  She’s pissed at me, and I don’t blame her for that.  But, at least I can fix the work fuck-up.  Thanks, Matt.  I owe you one.”

He tipped his beer bottle at me.  “Yeah, don’t mention it.  But you still need to try and beg Claire for forgiveness.  You’re miserable without her.”

“It’s too late.”

Chapter Ten

Claire

Girl, just get in your car and drive to the damn office. 

I closed my laptop and drummed my fingers on the kitchen table.  It was almost eleven on Monday morning and I was working from home because I knew Jonah was in the office this morning.  But, I had access to his calendar and according to it, he was out of the office at eleven thirty.  I needed to get to the office and start packing my stuff up, and start on my notes for the person Jonah would find to replace me.

My stomach roiled, and I rubbed at my forehead.  Jonah would replace me at work and in his bed, and the thought of him sleeping with someone else made me sick to my stomach.  He would find someone who shared his kink and they’d live happily ever goddamn after.

You share his kink, you idiot.  You just won’t admit it because you’re stupid.

God, my inner voice could be a real bitch when she wanted to be.  Not that she wasn’t right, but I had enough regrets over what I said and did last Saturday night.  I didn’t need her chiming in to remind me that I’d made the biggest mistake of my life.

So, call Jonah and apologize.  Tell him that he was right.  Tell him that you are into being watched and that you’d be willing to give it a try.

I wanted to, but I wasn’t entirely certain I could go through with it.  What if I got up on stage and then froze or lost my nerve?  The thought of disappointing Jonah, of not being able to give him what he wanted, was almost as bad as the thought of never being with him again.

I stood and paced back and forth.  I felt like I was going insane.  I had barely slept all week, and my regret over what I had said to Jonah was so thick, I felt like I was constantly on the verge of a panic attack.  I had purposely avoided him all week.  If I saw him, I knew I’d either burst into tears or try and fuck him.  At this point, I wasn’t sure which would be worse.

My cell phone rang, and I studied the unfamiliar number before hitting the answer button.

“Claire Hoyt speaking.”

“Hello, Ms. Hoyt, my name is Roberta Smith.  I’m the head of administration at Riverside Hospital?”

“Hello,” I said politely.

“Hi.  I’m calling because I understand that you’re looking for a position in Human Resources?”

“Um, yes, that’s right.”

“Excellent.  We’re looking for an HR manager here at the hospital, and I’d love it if you could meet with me this afternoon.  Do you have time in your schedule?  Mr. Peterson mentioned that you weren’t quite finished up yet with his company, but that he was certain you would have time for an interview with me.”

“I, um…” I sat down with a heavy thump in the kitchen chair. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s happening here.”

Roberta laughed.  “I’m sorry, I do tend to get ahead of myself sometimes.  Your former boss, Jonah Peterson, phoned me this morning.  He’d heard we were having trouble finding an HR manager, and he wanted to personally recommend you.  He mentioned that you were looking for some new challenges, which is why you’re leaving his company?”

“Um, yes, that’s right,” I said.

“Well, I can assure you that the hospital will have a lot of unique challenges for you.”  Roberta made another tinkling laugh.  “We’ve been without an HR person for some time, and I’m afraid I’m not very good at filling the position.  What do you say?  Could you meet with me this afternoon?  Mr. Peterson said to mention to you that he was fine with you taking the afternoon off to meet with me.”

“Okay, sure.”  I sounded exactly like I felt – like I’d been run over by a truck.

“Oh thank goodness.  Shall we say around one?”

“Okay.”

“Good.  Just park in the visitors parking on the south side of the hospital.  Let the receptionist know you’re here for a meeting with me, and she’ll make sure your car doesn’t get towed.  See you at one, Claire.”

“See you then.”  I clicked end on my cell phone and stared blankly at the screen. 

Jonah had gotten me a job interview.  He’d gone out of his way to try and help me find a new job.  I blinked back the hot tears and leaned my forehead against Pumpkin when he jumped up on the table.

“I’m an idiot, Pumpkin,” I whispered.  “I love him, and I miss him so much, and I’m a damn idiot.”

* * *

Jonah

I studied myself in the reflection of the kitchen window.  It was Monday night, and I was trying to decide between cooking myself something to eat or drinking a six pack of beer. 

“Beer,” I said to my reflection.  “Definitely beer.”

Instead of reaching into the fridge, I continued to stare at my reflection.  I rubbed my beard and ran my hand through my hair, making it stick up in thick waves.  “Maybe I’ll get a cat.  An orange one with a stupid name like Cinnamon or some shit like that.  Yeah, a cat would be nice.”

I pulled my phone from my pocket and Googled the animal shelter.  They were open for another half hour, and I grabbed my keys from the counter and headed for the front door.  I grabbed my jacket and opened the door, staggering back when I saw Claire standing on my front porch with her hand raised to knock.

“Claire?”

“Hi, Jonah.”

“What are you doing here?”

“I came to talk, but, um, if you’re busy, I can come back another time.”

“No!  No, I was just uh…”

“Just what?”

“Going to the animal shelter to get a cat.”

She blinked at me.  “You were what?”

“I was thinking maybe I’d get a cat.”

“Okay.  That’s weird.”

“Yeah.  Come in, please.”

She followed me into the house, and I had to squash my immediate urge to pull her into my arms and kiss her hard.  God, she looked so good and smelled even better.  I took her jacket and hung it in the closet, trying to discreetly adjust my growing erection.

“Um, do you want something to drink?”  I led Claire into the kitchen and she sat down at the table as I opened the fridge.  “I have beer and water.”

“I’ll take a beer.”

I twisted the top off the beer bottle and handed it to her.  She took a long swallow before smiling at me.  “You look different with a beard.”

I rubbed it self-consciously before taking a drink of my own beer.  “Claire, I owe you an apology.”

She shook her head.  “Jonah, stop.  You’ve already apologized to me.  I came here because I owe you one.”

“No, you don’t.”

She smiled again.  “Yeah, I do.  But first, I got a call from Roberta Smith today.”

“Oh yeah?”  I tried to look nonchalant.

Claire’s smile widened.  “I know you called her, Jonah.  She told me you did.”

“I was just trying to help,” I said.  “I wasn’t trying to control you or -”

“I know.”  She traced her fingers along the label of the beer bottle.  “She offered me the job at the end of the interview.  I accepted it.”

“Congratulations.”

“You don’t look surprised.”

“I’m not.  You’re amazing and they’re lucky to have you.”  I held my beer bottle up.  “To you and your new job.”

She clinked her beer bottle against mine and we both drank.  She chewed at her bottom lip.  “Thank you, Jonah.  I got the job partly because of you.”

“No, you got it because you’re damn good at what you do.”

“I am,” she said with a grin, “but your glowing recommendation made a difference.”

“It was the least I could do.”

We sat in silence for a moment before Claire took a deep breath.  “I lied to you.  I told you that I didn’t share your kink and that isn’t true.”

I didn’t reply, but my pulse sped up when Claire took my hand.  “I shouldn’t have lied, and I feel awful that I tried to make you feel bad about what you like.  I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” I said.

“It isn’t.  Even if I didn’t share your kink, it would have been a shitty thing to do, and the fact that I’m into it just as much as you, makes it even worse.”

“I pushed you too hard,” I said.

“Yeah, maybe,” she replied.  “But we’ve both done things we regret.  What I’m wondering is if you’ll accept my apology and give us another chance to -”

“Yes,” I said.  “Hell, yes.”

Her smile made me stand and pull her into my arms.  I kissed her hard on the mouth, not even ashamed that she could feel the desperation in it.  She returned my kiss, and I cupped the back of her neck, pressing kisses all over her face.

“I missed you,” I said.  “I missed you so fucking much.”

“I missed you too.”  She slid her arms around my waist and gave me a cheeky grin.  “Now, take me to your bedroom.  I want to know what that beard feels like on my pussy.”

I laughed and hugged her.  “God, I love you.”

She stiffened and pulled back.  “You love me?”

Shit.  Leave it to me to fuck things up again.  “Yeah, I do.  I know it seems fast but -”

“I love you too.”

“Holy shit.”

She laughed.  “Not the reaction I was looking for.”

“You love me.”

“I do.  Like you said, I know it seems fast but when you know, you know, right?”

“Yes.”  I picked her up and carried her toward my bedroom.  “I think it’s time the woman I love had her sweet pussy eaten.  Don’t you think, pet?”

“I couldn’t agree more, handsome.”

* * *

Two months later

Jonah

“It’s been over an hour.  Am I going to have to wear this blindfold all night?”

“Oh shush,” Claire said as she held my hand.  “You’re going to love your surprise, I promise.”

“If we’re at the shelter and you’re about to make me adopt a cat named Cinnamon, you should know that Pumpkin will be pissed.  Ever since you moved in, he and I have gotten really close.”

She laughed and pressed a hand against my chest.  “You know exactly where we are, don’t pretend.”

“Hey, I haven’t been to the animal shelter before, maybe it sounds and smells exactly like The Sapphire.”

“Trust me, it doesn’t.  Stop for a minute, honey.”

I heard the sound of a door opening and then Claire was leading me forward again.  “Straight ahead, honey.  Don’t worry, there’s nothing in front of you.  Okay, good, stop.  Stay there for a moment.”

I waited patiently as she left, and I heard the door close.  “Keep your eyes closed.” She was behind me, and she untied the blindfold before moving around to my front.

“Okay, open them.”

I opened my eyes, studying the plain room with the queen size bed and the nightstand.  “Is this…”

She nodded.  “Yes, it’s one of the club’s private rooms with the, uh, two-way mirror.”

I glanced at the wall to our left.  A large mirror ran the length of it and I studied our reflections for a moment before turning back to Claire.  “Are you sure about this, my love?”

“Very sure.  I don’t feel like I’m ready yet to do a show on the stage, but being with you in this room is a good starting point.  Don’t you think?”

She glanced at the mirror, her cheeks turning a little pink.  “Besides, there might not be any one on the other side of the mirror anyway, right?”

“Maybe,” I said.

We both knew that wasn’t true.  After the public shows on the stage, these private observation rooms were the next popular attraction at the club.  People loved the idea of watching a couple through a two-way mirror, it gave them that added little thrill of watching something they shouldn’t, even when the couple having sex knew damn well they were being watched.

I realized that Claire was unbuckling my belt and I folded my hands over hers.  “Are you certain, my love?”

“Yes.”  She pressed a kiss against my mouth before whispering into my ear.  “Jonah, I am so fucking horny that if you don’t fuck me, I’ll have to masturbate in front of these people, and I don’t think that’s what they’re here to watch.”

“Well, we really need to give the people what they want.”  I pulled down the zipper on Claire’s dress and helped her out of it.  She was wearing a black bra with a matching thong and black stockings.  I traced the band on her left stocking before cupping her pussy.

“Soaking wet already, pet.”

“I told you I was horny.”  She unbuttoned my dress shirt and pushed it off my shoulders.  She pressed a kiss against my chest and didn’t object when I turned her around to face the mirror.  I unclipped her bra and took it off, dropping it to the floor.

I cupped her breasts and rubbed her nipples as she arched her back.  I stared at our reflections in the mirror, at the way her pink nipples darkened as I pulled and tugged on them.  “You’re so beautiful, my love.”

“Thank you, honey.”  She turned her face toward me and I kissed her, tracing her lips with my tongue until she opened her mouth.  I caressed her breasts, flicking both her nipples with my thumbs until she cried out into my mouth.

“Please, honey.”  She spread her legs eagerly when I slid my hand down her flat stomach. 

“Should we take these off, pet?”  I traced the edge of her panties.  “Show them how pretty your pussy is?”

“Yes,” she moaned. 

I pulled her thong down her legs, helping her to step out of them.  She was wearing just her stockings and her heels now, and I petted her smooth thighs above the stockings.  “Open your eyes, pet.  Look at how beautiful you are.”

Her eyelids fluttered open and she stared at the mirror.  My hand was rubbing slow circles on her lower abdomen and she made another soft moan and spread her legs wide.  “Please touch me, Jonah.”

I stepped away and she made a whine of disappointment.

“Patience, my love.”  I quickly stripped off my shoes, pants and briefs.  My cock was already hard as a rock and dripping a steady stream of precum.  I pressed up against Claire again.

“Put your arms around my neck, pet.”

She did what I asked, reaching up and hooking both arms around my neck.  Her spine rested against my back, and her curvy ass cushioned my erection.  I reached between us and parted her ass cheeks, so I could rest my dick between them.  She immediately rubbed up and down, and I groaned and gave her nipples a quick pinch.

“Behave, pet.”

“Are you going to fuck my ass?”

“Not tonight, pet.  Tonight, they’ll watch me fuck your tight pussy.  Next time I’ll take your ass.  All right?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“That’s my good girl.”  I kissed her neck before pushing my hand between her legs.  They were still spread wide, and she arched into my hand when I gave her pussy a quick rub.  “Does that feel good, pet?”

“So good,” she moaned.

“Let’s show them your pretty clit.”  I used my left hand to spread apart the lips of her pussy.  “Arch your back for me, pet.”

Claire arched again, pushing her pelvis out as I rubbed her exposed clit with the tips of my right fingers.  I stared at our reflections.  I had a perfect view of her pretty, pink clit and knowing that the people behind the mirror did as well, made more precum drip out of my dick.

I rubbed her clit with slow circular strokes, watching her reaction in the mirror as she panted and pleaded and rocked against my fingers.

“Do you want to cum, pet?”

“Yes, oh yes, please.”

“You want them to see what you look like when you cum on my fingers?”

She nodded, her hands squeezing around the back of my neck in a tight grip.  “Please, Sir.  Please.”

I rubbed faster, pausing every couple of seconds in the way I knew she liked.  In less than a minute, she was moaning loudly, her nipples were hard as glass, and I knew she was seconds from her climax.  I wrapped my left arm around her waist and gave her clit a little pinch with my right as I nipped her neck.  She screamed and came all over my fingers, flooding them with wetness.  I rubbed her clit, enjoying the little ticks and tremors her body made as she came down from her high.

“So beautiful, pet,” I whispered into her ear.  “Are you ready to be fucked?”

Her body made another shiver before she nodded.  “Yes, so ready.”

“Good.”  I led her to the bed and sat down on the side of it.  We were still facing the mirror and I urged her to spread her legs around mine.  “You’re going to ride me facing the mirror, my love.  Show everyone what your little pussy looks like when it’s full of my cock.”

“Oh God,” she moaned.  She reached down and rubbed at her clit.  “Oh God, I want to cum again.”

“You will, pet.”  I pulled her hand away and tugged her back until she was straddling my thighs.  I pushed on her lower back, bending her over slightly until I could press my dick against her wet entrance.  “Good, push down.  Show everyone how good you are at taking my cock.”

She pushed without hesitation, her tight pussy squeezing around me as she took me.  When she was sitting on my lap, she leaned back against me and rested her head on my shoulder.  “Does it feel good, pet?”

“So good,” she groaned.  “Please fuck me, Jonah.”

“I will, my love.  Spread your legs wide.”

She did what I asked, arching her back until her tits were thrust out and I could see every inch of her pretty pussy in the mirror.  I moved in and out in a slow motion, watching the way the lips of her pussy slid up and down my cock.

“You’re so wet, my love.  So tight and so wet.  They can see every part of your pretty pussy, can see how wet it is, and how you take my cock like a good girl.”

“Oh God.”  Her fingers reached down and she rubbed at her swollen clit.  I should have stopped her, should have made her draw out her second orgasm.  But after only a few minutes in her tight pussy, knowing that people were watching me fuck the woman I loved, I was already so fucking close, I was ready to burst.  I pumped harder, holding her hips to keep her steady as I fucked her roughly.  She moaned and continued to rub at her clit, her other hand caressing her breasts.

“You’re so beautiful, Claire.  So fucking hot and wet.  I want you to cum all over my cock.  Show them how beautiful you are when you’re cumming from a thick cock in your pussy.

“Fuck!”  She made a sharp cry of need and her fingers rubbed furiously at her clit.  “Oh God, Oh God, Jonah.  I can’t stop.  I can’t…”

Her voice died out and her entire body stiffened before her second orgasm washed over her.  Her pussy clamped around me like a vice and held me deep inside her body.  I shouted hoarsely and arched beneath her as my balls tightened and I came deep inside her pussy.  I thrust hard and fast, letting her pussy milk every drop of cum from my balls before I slowed to a stop.

She was panting and moaning, her hands clutching at my forearms as I stroked her flat belly and stocking-covered thighs.  After a few moments, I lifted her off of me and set her on the bed. 

She curled onto her side and I spooned her from behind, sheltering her body from the mirror.  I stroked her side and kissed her neck.  “You okay?”

“That was so good, honey.”  The dreamy quality of her voice made me smile.  “I loved it.  Was it good for you?”

“It was amazing, my love.”  I kissed her neck again. “Thank you for doing this for me.”

She smiled up at me.  “I did it for me too.  I love you, Jonah.”

“I love you too, Claire.”

* * *

Please enjoy an excerpt from The Landscaper, Book Six in the Working Men Series.  “The Landscaper” will be available in July 2018.

The Landscaper

Working Men Series Book Six

Copyright ©2018 Ramona Gray

Isabelle

“Okay, listen, big guy.  You don’t like me, and I respect that.  We’ve just met, you’re young and wild and free, and I want to put a collar and leash on you.  But, believe me when I say that it’s the best thing for you.  I’m asking you to trust me.  To give me the chance to prove to you that I am a-okay.  And,” I held out the burger in the now soggy wrapper, “you’ll get a nice juicy burger and some belly rubs out of the deal.  I promise.”

The dog cocked its head before taking a nervous look at the trees behind him.  I quickly unwrapped the burger.  “C’mon, big fella.  I know you’re hungry.”

The dog sniffed the air as lightning flashed across the sky.  I stayed where I was, crouched low to the ground.  The loop of the slip lead was resting on the palm of my left hand, the burger placed in the center of it.  My right hand held the lead, ready to slip the loop over the dog’s head if he ever decided to come near me.

I blinked rain water out of my eyes and hoped like hell my wild shivering didn’t scare off the dog.  The wind was picking up, the rain was ice-cold, and one hell of a storm was brewing.  I nudged the high-powered flashlight resting on the ground with my foot until the entire body of the dog was caught in its beam.

I made a low sound of dismay.  The dog was a mastiff cross and I shouldn’t have been able to see his ribs that clearly.  The poor guy was slowly starving, and I was determined to catch him tonight.

The animal shelter had been getting calls for months about the dog.  He was spotted all over town eating out of trash cans and, on one memorable occasion, going on a food-stealing rampage through the park during our annual watermelon festival.  The employees at the animal shelter had been trying to catch him without any luck.

His massive size scared off most of the townsfolk from even trying to catch him.  He’d been mistaken for both a moose and a bear, and now that he seemed to be living in the forest on the outskirts of town, and with hunting season about to start, the odds of him being shot and killed by a hunter were high.

“C’mon, boy,” I coaxed.  “C’mon, have a nice juicy burger.  C’mon.”

He took a few tentative steps forward, his nose quivering in the beam of the flashlight.  He whined, and I made a low sound of comfort.  Outwardly, I appeared calm, but inwardly I was nearly frantic for him to move closer.

As the dog stood and contemplated his next move, I took a quick glance behind me.  I couldn’t see it in the dark, but his house was behind me.  Hell, I was practically in his damn backyard.

Considering how hard you’ve been trying to avoid him the last month, you’re being an idiot now, you know that, right?

I ignored my inner voice.  She was right, but what choice did I have?  With a lack of any type of animal control in our small town, Mrs. Johnson had called the animal shelter right before it closed.  The dog was in her backyard and trying to dig up the potatoes in her garden.  My supervisor, Linda, had told her we couldn’t send anyone out until the morning when the shelter opened again, but I’d grabbed a leash and immediately driven across town in the pouring rain, making one quick stop at the local McDonalds to pick up a couple of burgers.

It wasn’t my fault that Mrs. Johnson lived next to him, was it?  I couldn’t let that stop me from catching the dog.  I’d never forgive myself if something happened to the dog tonight, just because I was trying to avoid the man I’d been in love with since I was twelve years old.

By the time I got to Mrs. Johnson’s, the rain was so bad I could barely see the road, and the setting sun had disappeared.  The dog was already gone, scared away by Mrs. Johnson’s youngest son, but I followed its tracks in the mud to the edge of the forest. 

“C’mon, sweetie.  I know you’re hungry.  Please, boy.  Please.”  I wasn’t wearing a jacket, I was soaking wet, my hands and feet were completely numb, and the burger I was holding was a wet and rapidly decaying mess.

“Please,” I said again. 

The dog inched forward, picking his way delicately through the wet grass.  I held my breath and when the dog bent his head and picked up the burger, I slipped the loop of the lead over his head and around his thick neck.

I braced myself, prepared for the dog to fight and struggle to get away.  I was on the smaller side, not as tiny as my brother’s girlfriend, Luna, but at 5’6” and a hundred and twenty pounds, a panicking large dog would drag me off my feet.

To my surprise, the dog just gave me a weary look of resignation before swallowing the burger in one bite.  Still crouching, I quickly tore open the wet paper bag and unwrapped the second burger.  He took it eagerly from my hand, letting me rub the side of his neck as he chewed it down.

I stood and patted his side.  “Good boy, buddy.  Good boy.  C’mon, let’s get you back to my place.”

Considering it was actually my brother Asher’s house and not mine, he’d probably have a fit about me bringing the dog home, but I didn’t have much choice.  As a part time employee who’d only been working at the animal shelter for two weeks, Linda didn’t trust me with a key yet.  I would take the dog back to Ash’s place and then bring him to the shelter in the morning.

I picked up the flashlight and patted the dog again.  “Let’s go, boy.  I’ve got some dog food waiting for you at my place.  We’re gonna take a car ride, and maybe I’ll even try and give you a bath.  Would you like that?”

Thunder, so loud it made my teeth vibrate, boomed directly above us.  The dog made a startled yelp and took off running.  I held tight to the leash as I was knocked off my feet.  The flashlight went flying and the dog dragged me through the mud and over a raised flower bed full of miniature rose bushes.  I cried out, trying to protect my face from the thorns with my free hand. 

The dog hauled me out of the flower bed and across a stone patio.  I screamed and threw one arm over my head when the frightened mutt ran straight into the barbeque.  The leash was torn from my hand, but it got tangled around the barbeque.  The barbeque fell over with a loud crash, and the dog dragged it for a foot or two before giving up and stopping.  He sat on his haunches, panting harshly as the lights flicked on and the back door opened.

“What the hell?”  The man I was madly and hopelessly in love with, stepped out onto the patio and studied the dog before turning his gaze to me. 

I was still lying face down on the cold stone and, as lightning lit up the sky, I lifted my head and said, “Hello, Knox.  One hell of a storm out here, huh?”

The Landscaper (Working Men Series Book Six) will be available in July 2018.

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