Avoiding Mr. Right (8 page)

We unlock the conference room door, glancing up and down the hall before leaving.
“Hey, are you going to give me my underwear back?” I ask.

“No.”

I stop dead in my tracks, “Excuse me?”

Andy shoots me a crooked grin and saunters down the carpet. “You’ll be more aware
of yourself without them on. Trust me.”

Yeah, and I’ll be horny, too. Jackass. And this guy thinks he knows what he’s doing?
Sending me off all sexed up to be with another guy?

Staring at Andy’s tight ass as he walks away only makes me think of grinding my heels
into his backside to pull his hips deep between my thighs. Damn him! Why can’t he
just accept I don’t want to be with an accountant?
Maybe because you aren’t so sure anymore.
Talking about numbers when I get home from work is not my idea of stimulating conversation.

A twinge in the back of my mind whispers a future with Andy could be something else,
but I quickly lock it back up and ignore it. I detour to the ladies room to check
my hair and makeup—good thing, too. Andy’s cotton gag smeared my lipstick. As I dab
to correct the color, my sex throbs in time to my heartbeat.

A shiver runs down my spine recalling Andy’s heated mouth locked onto me just a few
moments ago. His soulful blue eyes bored into mine when I tried to glare him into
doing my bidding. Is he just a better lover than the guys I’ve been with lately, or
is it something more?

The slick wetness from my arousal is quite distracting, and I realize I’m going to
have to clean up before I meet with Brian. I wonder if he could smell my arousal.
Maybe I should ignore Andy’s deal and get the pounding I want from Brian. Who the
hell is Andy to tell me what, or whom, to do?

I enter a bathroom stall, twisting the knob to secure the metal door. Grabbing a handful
of toilet paper, I reach between my legs to dry myself off. The roughness of the commercial
paper rasps against my engorged nub, sending a staccato beat of want coursing through
my veins. Reaching a finger between my swollen folds, I tickle the raised flesh.
A soft moan escapes me as a door swings open a few feet away, followed by footsteps
and two of my co-workers voices. Dammit!

Pushing my skirt in place, I toss the tissue in the toilet and leave the stall. Maybe
I’ll seduce Brian at lunch. I’m not sure I want to wait for Andy.

“And then I say ‘Sell it now, take the two hundred thousand gain and walk away.’”

I smile at Brian’s retelling of a mid-morning work conquest. We’re seated in chairs
opposite each other—the tiny bistro had no booths available, and thus my secret desire
to persuade him to fondle me under the table during lunch was thwarted.

“Good for you,” I say, in what I hope is an interested and enthusiastic tone. “I bet
your boss is thrilled.”

He shrugs, flashing me a good ole boy grin. “You’re only the favorite until the next
big deal closes. Comes with the territory.”

His broad chest pulls against his pressed shirt, straining the buttons. He’s obviously
been working out and getting bigger, even if he’s late on catching up his wardrobe.
He looks good, but the desire I felt when I first met him is absent.

I don’t want Brian’s flesh pressed against mine just because I’m horny. If I’m honest,
the flesh I want is Andy’s. Am I letting him worm his way into my heart?

My arousal abated during the boring lunch conversation, thank God, but Andy was right.
I’m much more aware of my privates with no underwear on. No one here knows of my secret
dirty-girl behavior with my prim suit skirt covering the evidence.

A glance at my watch indicates we’ve only been here for thirty minutes or so. I don’t
like that I’m thinking only of Andy and not other men. It’s very unlike me. Maybe
I can prove to myself it doesn’t have to be Andy. That any man will do. I raise my
eyebrows at Brian. “Want to find a closet somewhere and have some fun?”

Brian chokes on his water, sputtering before regaining the ability to speak. “Here?
At the restaurant?” He glances around at the packed space and cranes his neck to look
down the bathroom hall. My arousal perks back up at the idea of being taken in a public
building. “I’m not so sure that’s a good idea.”

My heart sinks, along with my burgeoning desire. I thought this guy was exciting with
his big muscles, strong air, and blatant good looks. But he’s acting boring, like
all the others.

All the others before Andy, you mean.

Heather’s advice from yesterday screams to the forefront of my mind, “Give the guy
a chance. He’s making a real effort to get to know you. I don’t think he’s like the
other men you’ve dated.”

I lean in to whisper, hoping to bring Brian around and block out my inconvenient conscience,
“I’ll let you take me hard and fast from behind. You can bend me over a crate of napkins
in the storage room.”

Brian fumbles with his silverware and it clatters to the table beside his plate. “Um…
I think it sounds wild,” his low voice ensures only I hear his response, “don’t get
me wrong. But I need privacy to really ‘get into’ the moment. All these people and
the noises would freak me out.”

I sit back, dismissing the moment, and him, in my thoughts. “Fine. Maybe another time.”

Sensing my change of attitude he rushes forward, “How about later tonight? Back at
your place?”

My thoughts return to Andy and the “deal” we made. Damned if just the thought of that
man in my bed doesn’t get my motor running. “Sorry, I have plans.”

His disappointment shows clearly in his expression as he signals the waitress for
our check. We end the lunch with some chitchat and small talk, but all of a sudden
he doesn’t seem as sexy as I’d hoped.

We enter the parking lot and he pins me to the outside wall of the restaurant, perhaps
in a last ditch effort to show me he can be spontaneous. His mouth grinds hard against
mine, the chicken he had for lunch lingering on his tongue. My first instinct is to
push him away. He’s not the man I really want. But dammit, I don’t
want
it to be Andy, either!

Clumsy hands grab my breasts and squeeze. Last week I would have been grinding up
against his crotch, eager to continue. But now, I just want to get out of here.

A couple rounds the corner and Brian steps back like he’s been burned. “Sorry, Carla.”
He smiles awkwardly at the pair before returning his attention to me. “Want to try
the back seat of my car?”

Would Andy be apologizing to me right now or would he have picked a better spot before
trying to rile me up? Holy crap, here I am comparing other men to
Andy
. What is my life coming to? “Don’t worry about it, Brian. I need to get back to work.”

And just like that, I walk away from him, determined to not waste more time on a guy
who doesn’t appeal to me and worries too much what other people think.

Back at the office, I walk slowly down the aisle to my desk. Andy locks eyes with
me and a feral grin seeps over his expression. How can he possibly know I didn’t mess
around with Brian? I settle in my cubical as my phone twerps, a glance reveals a new
text message from Andy.

How was lunch?

I rise up in my seat to see if he’s staring at me over the other desks. He’s not.

Fine.

Gee, you don’t look like it was fine. You still look on edge.

Pressing my thighs together under the desk, I try to think of a witty rejoinder. Immediately
the image of Andy’s head between my thighs flashes across my mind. Without warning,
my desire ratchets to where it was when I walked out of the conference room. An arousing
pulse beats in a growing circle from my crotch. Just the thought of seeing what Andy
has in store for me is driving me crazy. God, I feel like I’m in college again.

Work is no place for what I’m feeling. I decide to lie to the responsible party.
No, I’m fine.

Is your pussy still wet for me?

His naughty words on my phone are unexpected and they trigger a jolt of adrenaline.
Could he be interested in doing more, right here, right now, at work? Suddenly my
teasing of Brian at the restaurant seems small and insignificant.
No.

I bet you want to touch yourself right now.

Of course I didn’t a moment ago, but now all I want is to pull my skirt up, scoot
my ass to the edge of the chair, and rub myself ‘til I moan.

I type back,
No.

Rich masculine laughter sounds from a dozen feet away.
Sure, you keep telling yourself that. I’ll see you after work.

Heat flames my cheeks as I slam the phone into a desk drawer, shutting it with enough
force to rattle the frame. Deciding I can’t let this man dictate my pleasure any longer,
I stalk to the ladies room. Time to take matters into my own hands.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Andy rise from his desk to follow me. Damn him!
I’ll find peace in the only sanctuary in the office off limits to men. I quicken my
pace, eager to get into a stall and bring myself some relief. I know my release will
be a good one and hopefully it will clear my head enough to focus on work and not
him
.

The door whooshes closed behind me and the wetness pooling at my opening begins to
slick the top of my thighs. God, I’d love a big dick in me right now, pumping and
thrusting while I go over the edge. Two ladies stand at the sinks, washing up. I shoot
them a strained smile, hoping they leave soon.

I wait for them to exit and check the other stalls. No one is here, I should be able
to let loose. The door sounds behind me and I whip around to see who else has come
in. Freakin’ hell, it’s Andy!

“You shouldn’t be in here,” my voice hisses out. He turns the deadbolt on the door
and faces me.

“I knew you couldn’t wait,” he says while stalking closer. “But I’ll make it better
for you.” He slips his tie from around his neck and takes out his familiar folded
handkerchief.

My eyes widen as I contemplate why he might want to use his necktie.

“You’re going to be loud,” he says with a wicked smile. “Put this in your mouth and
do as I say.”

The folded cotton square slips between my lips again and Andy fastens the silk tie
behind my head, securing the material in place with a gentle tug. The gag feels naughty,
but not scary.

Andy leans in, whispering, “Do exactly as I tell you. Trust me, it will be worth it.”

He presses against my shoulders slightly, encouraging me to walk backward and place
my back to the cold tile wall. Leaning in, he nibbles my neck, planting heated kisses
in a wet path to my cleavage. Excitement sings through me. God, how could I ever have
thought Andy wasn’t stimulating?

“Lift your skirt,” he says. I rush to comply. The cool wall sparks a tingle against
my bottom, making me very aware of everything going on and exactly where I am.

“Spread your legs.” Andy steps back and leans against the metal frame of a bathroom
stall while I do as instructed. “Good.” His erection presses against the front of
his tailored pants. One hand rests at his waist and I watch eagerly to see if he plans
to open his pants.

“Touch yourself, nice and slow.”

My fingers ease between my thoroughly aroused flesh while the gag muffles my small
sigh. I circle the hard nub with a feather touch, which brings me close to the edge
rather quick.

“That’s it, Carla. I see how ready and swollen you are. I’d like nothing more than
to get on my knees and bring you with my tongue.”

I nod enthusiastically, but he shakes his head, never taking his eyes off my fast
moving fingers. It’s such a turn on to watch him devouring my every movement.

“Stick them inside and pump.”

I whimper, but do as he says. The slick walls clasp my fingers tight and a small squishing
noise reaches my ears. First one finger, then a second, plunge in a relentless pace.

The metal scrape of Andy’s zipper ricochets around the empty bathroom. He pulls out
his erection and strokes it while I follow his last command. One fist wraps around
his length and I can’t rip my eyes from the sight of him pleasuring himself.

“You do that well,” he says on a ragged breath. “Use your other hand to work your
clit. Nice and slow. I’ll tell you when to speed up.”

Some inner part of me wants to rebel at his words, but the physical gag works to silence
my personal turmoil as well, allowing me to let go and do as he bids. The moment I
touch the tiny spot, electricity shoots into my body. My legs feel rubbery and start
to shake.

“Slide down the wall. Sit on the floor and spread your legs.”

The chilly tile, the stifling gag, and the awareness we’re in the ladies bathroom
combine to push me higher. I feel the release just out of reach and pump my fingers
faster to drive myself over.

“Not yet, slow down,” Andy says, pushing himself off the frame and walking toward
me. The musk from his aroused naked flesh coats the air as he brings his cock a few
inches from my face. Pre-come glistens from the tiny slit and I long to take the smooth
head into my mouth.

His fist starts to work slower, like he’s struggling to contain his own sensations.
“Pinch your clit.”

The rubbing feels so good I’m not sure I want to stop. At my hesitation, Andy reaches
a hand out to grab my hair under the knotted tie, tilting my head back at an angle,
forcing me away from the tile wall. “Do it, baby.”

I pinch the flesh, as ordered, and a small shudder hurls through me. Andy steps to
my left, straddling one of my splayed legs, and stops caressing himself.

“That’s it,” he encourages as I continue to pump two fingers and squeeze my clit once
more. His grip on my hair shifts, tilting my face up, forcing me to gaze at his cock
and distant face while I pleasure myself. Passion etches his features as his erection
pulses slowly in the air.