Taking Heart (Men on a Mission Book 3) Page 8

  He’s so sweet and awesome and geeky-hot and amazing. How’d I get so lucky?

  Thank God for Aunt Nancy, indeed.

  The week flies by. Again, it’s busy. I hardly see Kyle, much less get chased around any desks. He works late every night, while I go home to do my usual studying.

  But Thursday after work, I stop by a lingerie shop and purchase a special pair of stockings.

  I already have the skirt, the high heels…and a plan to turn Casual Friday at the office into Retro Friday in the executive suite.

  Starting with a garter belt and my new black silk stocking with seams, I wriggle into a knee-length black pencil skirt and pair it with a ruffled white blouse.

  It needs something else, though. What? Scarf? No…Pearls? Hell, no! Lemme try this on and…yes! Suspenders. Don’t ask me why, but they just work.

  Finishing off the look with a pair of the high-heeled ankle-boots I bought last week, I step in front of the mirror to check myself out.

  One last thing.

  My hair. I can’t manage a 40’s do, so I twist my hair into a French braid that’s reminiscent of the elegant, tidy but sexy backswept hair style made famous by the old-time Hollywood starlets.

  Keeping it fresh-faced, I use only a little mascara and a touch of pink gloss for my lips.

  I think I look kind of sexy, but I’ve never tried to rock seamed stockings before.

  So I’m nervous all the way into work on the subway, wondering what Kyle will make of it.

  When I get into the executive suite, he’s standing at my desk, going through some papers.

  And damned if he isn’t looking very hot himself, in a pair of well-fitted, light-blue denims and a casual white button-down shirt with the cuffs rolled up.

  Oh! Those well-formed, strong forearms and broad shoulders. And does his ass look good in those jeans or what?

  Good lord!

  As soon as he sees me, his face lights up, then his jaw drops when I turn to take off my coat and let him see the back of my legs.

  “Rrraarrr,” he whispers, as he kisses me good morning. “You look like the naughtiest secretary who ever lived. Can you run in that skirt? I hope not,” he murmurs, smiling down into my face.

  His usually-quick morning kiss turns into a lingering necking session, making my belly clench and the place between my legs feel all loose and warm.

  Feeling daring, I take his hand, and put it on my outer thigh, drawing it upwards until he can feel the clips on my stockings from the garter belt.

  He lets out a groan and pulls me to him even tighter.

  “Jesus Christ,” he whispers into my neck. “How am I supposed to get through the day with you walking around wearing that? “

  “With the strict and rigorous discipline that you apply to everything in life?” I tease.

  “I’ll give you some strict and rigorous discipline later,” he jokes, patting my butt.

  As he walks down the hall, he turns and looks at me again, shaking his head. “Lord, give me strength,” he mutters. “Lucky it’s gonna be a busy one today.”

  Now, it’s a few minutes before quitting time.

  Everything I can do for the day is done, and I’m just waiting for Kyle to call me in to the office to wrap up.

  So I take a moment to browse my neglected Facebook feed.

  Hey, here’s some new photos on my Mom’s account.

  Aww! There’s Aunt Nancy, sitting in the chair next to her hospital bed. She’s looking great, wearing a spiffy, tailored housecoat with stylishly large lapels, instead of her usual hospital gown.

  Her hair is nicely done, her eyes are bright and shiny. She’s got some lipstick on and she’s smiling happily.

  I knew she was getting better, of course, but I’ve been too busy to visit this week, so it’s good to see her looking so nice.

  And there’s another new shot too…hmm, a gentleman visitor…hey!

  That’s…well, I’ll be damned!

  That’s Don, Kyle’s father.

  I check Aunt Nancy’s friend’s list, and yep, there he is, a friend we have in common: Donald Ross.

  Geez! Interesting.

  I wonder if Kyle knows.

  A little later, when he calls me into his office, I ask him to look at his Facebook feed first.

  When he does, he sees the same photos on his Dad’s page.

  He’s just as surprised as I am to find out that his father visited my aunt in hospital.

  “It’s nice,” he says. “But I wonder…”

  “If there’s a romance budding there?” I finish for him. “Your dad really seemed to be taken with Nancy’s resemblance to your mother.”

  “You know, now that I think of it, Nancy would be his type in other ways, for sure,” he adds.

  We regard each other, smiling.

  “But, wouldn’t that be weird?” We both say it at the same time, then laugh.

  “Maybe,” he says, “but stranger things have happened. She’s already a lot like a mother to me. Just don’t ask me to figure out how we’d all be related because I don’t even want to know.”

  “It’s cool that they’re friends, anyway. If it develops into more…well, good for them.”

  We get down to business, finishing up just as the evening sun strikes the building in view of Kyles’ window, lighting it up with that celestial golden light.

  “Look behind you,” I say.

  He turns to look, then stands up and stretches. “Amazing how the sun can make anything look beautiful, isn’t it,” he says quietly.

  Moving to stand next to him, we clasp hands, and I lean against his arm as, together, we take in the view.

  I’m extremely aware of the heat of his body, the strength and solidity of him.

  His sexy and irresistible masculinity.

  In another moment, the sunlight strikes the lake, far to the south, making it look like a brochure photo for a vacation at a sunny ocean-side paradise.

  “Oh, wow,” I murmur. “Breath-taking.”

  Kyle turns to me. “Breath-taking? That’s what I was just thinking…about you.”

  He strokes the back of my arm, light as a feather, making goosebumps follow his fingertips. “My sweet Heart,” he murmurs, bending to run his lips along my neck. “I have to tell you something. Don’t freak out, okay?”

  “Okay?” I say, pulling back a little, eyes wide.

  Kissing my forehead, he chuckles, wraps his arms around my shoulders and holds me tightly against him.

  “I’m falling in love with you.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Kyle

  She’s working some kind of magic on me…just when I needed it most.

  That skirt she’s wearing; her hair tamed in that braid arrangement… the effect is so demure yet, somehow, sizzling hot.

  I love the way the black line of her suspenders curve along the side of her ample breasts, accentuating their fullness…drawing my eye despite my best efforts not to stare like a slobbering perv.

  Those dazzling eyes and cherubic lips…Jesus fucking Christ, she’s mouth-watering.

  Having to spend the day knowing what she’s wearing under that skirt–and wondering what she’s not wearing–peaked my desire for her like no other.

  Man oh man! She just…smolders away in my head.

  This has to have been the longest work day in the history of mankind. It was all I could do not to drag her into my office, throw her on my over-priced leather couch and…damn.

  Not that I’m complaining. Because, the truth is, I feel so much better.

  Better than I have in years. It’s like it took Nancy’s illness to start waking something up in me…something that’s been sleeping for years.

  And it took Heart to bring whatever was lacking in me–my own heart–all the way back to life.

  I feel like myself again, full of purpose and drive, with a new plan, for a new direction in life.

  With her.

  Heart.

  I’m falling in love with her an
d I don’t care who knows it.

  I have to tell her.

  And when I do tell her, just now, holding her tight, her arms come up to caress my back, and she whispers what I was hoping to hear.

  “I’m here, falling right beside you. I love you too, Kyle.”

  And…BAM!!!

  All the sound, color and textures that were dormant in my soul come roaring back.

  Sunshine, soaring organ music, birds singing, rainbows, children laughing, ice cream, merry-go-rounds….it’s like all that, every good and fun and sweet thing that life has to offer rises up inside me, where it always was.

  And now that it has, I’ve gotta let it out. Because what good is all that–what good is any good thing–without sharing it with someone else?

  My need for her skyrockets…that natural need that all men have, multiplied infinitely, when they need to express, with loving action, the feelings in their heart.

  My lips find hers and we devour each other, tongues dancing, lips smacking, tasting each other as everything else falls away.

  Fuck! I can’t help myself.

  I want her.

  To claim, own and possess her the way a man needs to when he’s met his heart’s desire.

  That’s all there is to it.

  Here we are together, alone in my office, and I have her in my arms, with nothing but this glorious view and the rest of our lives before us.

  Why should we wait? What are we waiting for?

  The way her arms are wrapped around my waist…the way she kisses me back with such hunger…the way her breath comes faster and her chest rises, those lovely soft breasts pressing into my pecs….all of this and more tells me how bad she wants me, too.

  Nuzzling her neck again…breathing the smell of her soft skin into my lungs…into my soul.

  My cock is harder than it’s ever been, rigid and straining with the desire to know her, impale her, and yes, even impregnate her… and make her mine, forever.

  Fastening my lips on that place just below her ear brings a soft, sexy gasp, followed by a tremor that goes through her whole body.

  Her hands rise to stroke my biceps, lingering, nail-tipped fingers digging in softly before to my forearms, then back around my waist.

  Against my chest, her nipples harden, those stiff little points driving any hope of rational thought out of my head.

  “Heart,” I murmur into her neck, then kiss along the line of her jaw, finding her mouth with mine and attacking it, bending her head back, one hand on the back of her neck and the other rising to cup one full, heavy breast.

  “Mmmm,” she breathes, still kissing me, her ardor as fire-y as my own.

  Her hips press against mine, bringing another soft gasp from her as she feels my hard cock, the length of it pressing against her belly.

  I’m panting with need for her, squeezing her breast, my thumb rubbing over the stiff tip. Her knees bend, and her legs spread just a little bit as she presses herself against me.

  One of her lovely hands finds my cock through the fabric of my jeans, and she breaks the kiss to lean her head against my chest.

  Looking down, she massages my throbbing dick firmly with the heel of her hand.

  “Mmm, yeah,” I murmur, closing my eyes.

  “Oh, that feels like a nice one,” she whispers, “I almost can’t believe that you’re real…that this is really happening.”

  “I know” I say, taking her head between my hands, holding it in place so I can kiss those juicy lips again, loving how hungrily she kisses me back.

  And loving how she pants with her eyes half-closed and her mouth half-open as I kiss my way down the other side of her jaw, loving how she lifts and turns her head to give me better access.

  Now I run my hands down her body, feeling her tiny waist and her sexy shape, flaring outwards at her hips.

  Grabbing her tight round ass, I pull her against me and grind my erection into her belly, planting kisses as her lips search for mine, letting her breathy panting and soft sounds fill me with lust.

  One of my hands lifts that sexy, innocent skirt and finds its way along the back of one silky thigh. She lifts that leg and places it on my chair behind us, giving me access to her most secret, hidden spot.

  And…oh yeah! My cock surges as my fingers find her soft flesh, naked and clean-shaven, no panties to push aside or prevent me from entry.

  I pet her gently there first, enticing a bead of her dew, kissing and murmuring to her tenderly.

  Now, one of my fingers gently opens her to stroke the wet, satin-y flesh hiding within her folds.

  I push the tip of one finger very gently into that hot hole, circling and penetrating as she rocks her hips forwards.

  Both of our breathing is harder now, and a pink blush rises on her chest and neck that makes me want nothing more than to fuck her as hard as I can.

  But I know I won’t last, and I want to make this first time good for her, I want her to like what I’m doing with my finger and what I’m about to do with my tongue.

  “Mmmm…” she moans, her head resting again on my chest, watching her own long fingers tickle and trail over the bulge in my pants.

  “Gimme a taste of that,” I whisper hoarsely.

  Lifting her bodily, I carry her over to the leather couch and sit her down, pulling her hips forward while pushing that skirt up around her ass.

  And there it is, that pink glistening inner flesh, that feast of strawberry and vanilla, that plump, creamy flesh.

  Bending my head, I wrap my hands around her ass, lift her hips and plunge my tongue inside of her.

  “Uuhh! Oh God yeah,” she moans, her hips and thighs shivering, head rolling back.

  Teasing her with long slow lashings, until her shapely legs open wider of their own accord, those sexy stockings and shoes resting prettily over my shoulders.

  Her moans and squirming encourage and inflame me, until I can’t hold back any longer.

  Lifting her to my mouth, I plunge in and tongue-fuck her until she’s so wet it sounds like I’m lapping from a bowl of water.

  I want her clit to be so hard and ready for orgasm that I’ll barely have to touch her to set it off.

  Won’t be long now. Her hips are already rolling, and her pussy clenching around my tongue, twitching and creaming in response to my attention like the living things that it is.

  When her both her hands wrap around the back of my head and those slim hips push insistently against my face, I collar that delectable, hard little ball with my lips and suck it into my mouth.

  ‘Uhhh! Uhhhh…! “ Her high, whispery moan makes my cock throb so fucking hard in my pants, I almost come right then.

  But I hold off with a mighty effort, because I’m a man on a mission…. a mission to make her come so hard, her tight little hole will be even juicier, hotter and readier for taking the fucking that I’m about to give it.

  Flicking and teasing her clit with my flattened tongue, I insert one finger into her pulsating flesh and tickle her on the inside, her juices squelching and smacking as I do.

  “Oh shit…oh shit…” And those hands tangle in my hair and pull my head against her body, and those slim but strong thighs clamp around my head.

  “Ahhhh…ohhh yessss…uhhhhhhhh!”

  That hot tunnel clenches around my finger as her moans rise…and yes! “Aww, yeah, come for me, gorgeous,” I pant, “come for me!”

  And she does, she comes hard, her pussy squeezing my finger once…twice…then again and again and again, thin drops of her delicate cream flowing down my finger into my palm.

  “Fuck! That was beautiful,” I tell her, gently taking my digit out.

  I lick all of her cream, the delicious mild musky flavor making my cock so fucking stiff, I’ll be lucky if I don’t come as soon as I get it inside her.

  “Oh my God, that was unbelievable,” she says, laughing shakily. Leaning back, I grin, wiping my chin with the back of my hand.

  Face red and hair mussed, she lays panting against th
e expensive leather of my couch, catching her breath. Then she smiles up at me as I lean in and kiss her, pushing my tongue into her mouth, making sure she can taste how yummy she is.

  Grinning, I stand and hold my hand out to her. She stands up, and steps out of the skirt, laying it over the arm of the couch. “Bit like closing the barn door after the horse is out,” she laughs, “but it’s all I have to wear.”

  Fucking adorable, that’s what she is. I can’t stop smiling at her as she stands naked from the waist down… except for those naughty lingerie items and sexy high-heeled boots, her taut belly quivering above her shapely legs and hips.

  “How do you want me?” she says, asking a question that’s like music to any man’s ears.

  “Over here,” I say, pulling her back towards my chair. “In the chair. Right in front of the window.”

  “Wait…you sure no one can see in?”

  “We’re at the top of the highest building on the block. No one can see us unless it’s a traffic chopper.”

  Smiling soft, I reach up to brush the backs of my fingers over her nipples, making her shiver and smile. I unbutton the shirt, exposing her creamy chest, then push the cups of her bra down.

  And oh yes, what yummy tits! Topped with beautiful, hard, dark pink nipples surrounded by paler pink aureolas.

  My cock throbs and aches in my pants as I cup and squeeze each one, then bend to suck each nipple, making her shudder and sigh as she caresses my head with one hand, and fondles my cock through my pants with the other.

  “Okay, baby, let’s turn the chair around, push it against the credenza…good. Now, bend over it,” I murmur, watching the round globes of her ass rising towards me as she does what I ask.

  What. A. Fucking. Sight!

  I flick my gaze to that coveted view beyond, the view into the heart of the city…the view from on high that so many people have lusted after before me, and will lust after again, once I’m gone.

  And it’s glorious. It’s a gorgeous view, lit with the light of the sun, but even as I look out, I know that it’s nothing, nothing at all compared to the sight of Heart’s throbbing, wet and raw flesh spread before my eyes, ready and waiting for me to take, and to conquer the way a man in love should take and conquer his true heart’s desire.