Help in Unexpected Places by Mysti Holiday

Callie shoved through the automatic doors and stormed past a stunned secretary to push her way into Kane’s office.

“What’s the meaning of this?” he said, voice calm as always. Did nothing upset the man?

“What’s the meaning of this?” She waved a certified letter only inches in front of his nose.

He grabbed her wrist tightly to stop her back-and-forth movement. “It’s a buyout offer for your financially troubled hotel. And you want to stop waving that around before you get more than you bargained for.”

“I don’t need your money or your help.” She tugged, but couldn’t pull her arm away. Still, even held captive, she managed to flip the paper one more time. When he stood slowly and grabbed hold of her other arm, her heart lodged firmly in her throat, and heat built between her thighs.

“You’ve always needed my help, Callie, since the day we met.” He pulled her across his desk and she scrabbled onto her knees to keep from falling. He wrapped one hand around both wrists and keeping them captive over her head while the other hand brushed down her cheek, neck and along the edge of her breast. She quivered in response to the forbidden touch and clenched the muscles in her pussy before she soaked the top of his desk with her cream.

“Damn you, Kane.” She wanted the words to sound angry, but they came out breathless.

A smile curved his lips. “Already am, Callie, thanks to you.”

His hand slipped under the edge of her blouse, edging its way to the front closure on her lacy bra. With a flick of his fingers it opened and her aching breasts tumbled free. Her already sensitive nipples responded to his touch. He brushed, plucked, squeezed, pulled—each one in turn.

“Kane, please…” she squirmed, not sure if she was trying to get closer or farther away. “We can’t…”

“Yes. We can.” He pivoted with her and pressed her back, lengthwise onto the desk, shoving papers and supplies to the floor. The rattle of the pens and paper clips was loud enough to make Callie flinch, and sure enough only a moment later a knock came at the door.

“Sir?” It was his secretary. “Are you okay?”

He grinned and shoved Callie’s shirt up to her chin, laving her breasts with his warm, damp tongue before replying, “Better than fine, Mary. In fact, why don’t you take the rest of the day off.”

“But, sir, we have work.” The door knob jiggled, and Callie tensed. She was both horrified and aroused at the thought of being caught.

“Oh, I think I’ll be getting off soon anyway.” He reached his free hand down and unsnapped Callie’s skirt. “You go enjoy your afternoon. I know I will.”

The door handle stopped its jiggle and Callie breathed a sigh of relief.

“Don’t relax quite yet, Callie,” he murmured. “I’m nowhere near done with you.”

“Kane, you’re getting married tomorrow.” Callie tried to wriggle away from his calloused hand. He’d unhooked her skirt and had tugged it down past her hips, leaving only a tiny bit of ivory lace.

“Am I?”

He released her captive wrists and tore her panties from her in one sharp move. Before she could think, he buried his face between her thighs and plunged his long, hard tongue inside her. She cried out and grabbed his shoulders, desperate for more, needing to touch him—skin on skin, but was frustrated by the shirt he still wore.

One of his hands slid beneath her ass and two fingers took the place of his tongue, dipping in and out of her sheath. His mouth moved to her clit, sucking, flicking, touching her until she screamed and came in a rush of liquid and heat.

She laid her head back, panting, sated and unsurprised when he stood and moved away. He’d always played with her, but had never followed through, not completely.

“Damn, you taste good.” He sucked on the two fingers he’d had inside her.

It was the final straw. She sat up and shoved her skirt all the way off of her body, following it with her wrinkled blouse and lace bra. “Do I?”

Straddling the wide desk, her legs nearly in a perfect split, she touched herself, licked her fingers.

His eyes narrowed.

“Do you wonder if I feel as good as I taste, Kane?” She leaned forward and slithered to the edge of the desk, loving the feel of the cool oak on her naked skin. She reached out and rubbed his rock hard erection through his dress pants. “Mmm… you feel good. Do you taste good, too?”

She released him from his pants and grabbed his cock in her hands. “Mine,” she whispered. “At least for now.”

She flicked the tip with her tongue, delighted as his moan. She teased the ridge underneath, rubbed the head, before slipping him deeply into her mouth.

“God, Callie, yes.” He weaved his fingers, still heavy with her scent, through her hair and held her close to him.

She sucked and licked and scraped him with her teeth until she felt his balls tense in her hands. She freed him from her mouth, but held him in her hands and lifted her eyes to him. “I want you, all of you, just this once.”

He stepped out of his pants. He slipped open the smallest desk drawer and pulled out a condom. “I’ve dreamed of having you here, like this, for years.”

She sheathed him in the rubber and rolled to her back, spreading her legs wide. “What’s stopped you?”

Without a word in response, he yanked her hips to the edge of the desk and plunged inside, thrusting slowly at first and then faster and faster. She worked herself with a finger, and the orgasm built until she couldn’t stop it. Just as she peaked, he threw his head back and tensed. One last, hard thrust and they both came, her pussy squeezing every last bit of cum from his cock.

He cupped the back of her head and gently kissed her, the tenderness moving her more than everything else that had happened before. “I knew it would be like this.”

She wiped the sheen of sweat from his forehead before brushing his cheek with her fingertips. “Then why did you wait?”

“You were married.”

“Widowed for three years now.”

“You loved him.”

“I did.” Callie closed her eyes, trying to picture her husband, but seeing only Kane in her minds eye. “I love you now, Kane. I think I have forever.”

“Good thing I called off my wedding two days ago, isn’t it?” He smiled at her look of shock. “I knew when I sent you that buyout that it was more a declaration than an offer.”

“Declaration?”

“Of love, Callie.” He moved slightly, still buried deeply inside her and she shivered at the sensation. “I’ve loved you since seventh grade.”

She gasped as she felt him harden again, filling her. When he tweaked her nipples and kissed her, his tongue mimicking the movement of his cock, she pulled her mouth away and breathed the word, “Again?”

“We have years of making up to do.” He took her mouth, and all conversation ceased.

About the Author: Mysti Holiday is the pseudonym of a SAHM who dreams of warm climes and hot bodies. She’s married to a wonderful man who happily offers himself for research, and she spends most of her days dreaming of uncomfortable situations in which to place her characters. Visit her website at http://www.menagerieauthors.com

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