Beneath the Surface (8 page)

She became hypnotized by the slow massage of his fingers on her scalp along with the gentle rhythm of his breathing. Her knees grew weak, and all aggression began to seep from her muscles.

A throbbing began between her legs. All she could think of was easing the ache. Dale rolled her hips and Kyran pressed his thigh between hers.

Dale shot a quick glance at the closed door and then at the large boardroom table.

“Time to do what?”

“This,” he replied before pressing his lips against hers.

Kyran’s taste hit her like a sledgehammer. She could smell him, feel him, and good grief, she wanted him. Every ounce of willpower and irritation disappeared, launching her into the kiss.

Dale had been correct in her assessment: it was a devouring. Kyran’s fingers laced into her hair, tugging and twisting until her head tilted and the kiss deepened.

She could barely breathe, every part of her body focused on Kyran.

She’d dreamed about this, longed for it since the day she’d walked into his office, but nothing could have prepared her. Kyran aroused every cell in her body.

A rumble emanated from low in his throat as he slid his tongue into her mouth. The sound reverberated through her body, making her nipples harden. She clenched her thighs, her panties growing damp. Kyran didn’t stop. His full lips roamed roughly over hers as he ran his fingers through her hair.

Step by slow step, he backed her against the wall, never stopping his seduction of her lips. Any concern with their surroundings vanished, the last vestiges swept away with the stroke of his tongue. He pressed his body against hers, her breasts pushing against the hard contours of his chest.

When he rubbed his thigh between her legs, Dale rocked her hips against him, the response automatic. She moaned into his mouth, feeling his erection harden. She trailed her fingers over his chest, enjoying the ripple of his muscles underneath his shirt. She tugged on his shirt, bringing him closer when she’d have thought that was impossible.

Kyran hummed, tickling her tongue and causing her to smile against his mouth.

“Ms. Porter,” he said as though her name was a warning.

Dale looked into his eyes and was almost floored by the lust she saw pouring from them. “Dale,” she said firmly.

“Was that kiss so good it confused you? My name’s Kyran.”

“Call me Dale. Not Ms. Porter.”

“We’re at work.”

“But you’ve got your hands all over me, and your tongue is in my mouth. I deserve my name,
Kyran
.”

He sighed, her name on his lips.

He returned his mouth to hers. The kiss was forceful and angry, but it instantly turned up the heat flaring within her. He rested his hand on her hips, gripping them tight as she grabbed hold of his head again.

Exhaling into his mouth, she ran her hand across his shaved head.

Kyran ground himself against her, his erection hard against her stomach.

Through his pants it was impressive, but she wanted to feel him.
All
of him.

Dale nipped at his bottom lip, loving the hiss he gave in response. She had to find her power in all this. Previously, it had been on his terms and his way. She wouldn’t allow herself to be carried away and led by his wants and his needs. She had her own. Kyran should see her for the strong person she was. She desired him, but would not be consumed by him or treated as his little secret.

Darting her tongue forward to meet his, they battled. It was a dance of desperation as their tongues slid across each other aggressively, both fighting for supremacy. Neither one of them willing to give in to the other.

Dale felt the vibrations of his moans through her mouth. They traveled all the way down to her sex, making her wet from just kissing Kyran.

However, this wasn’t just a kiss. This was something else, something far more intense. At times she disliked the man, and other times, Dale could think of nothing but having him between her thighs, pumping into her body. She whimpered at the thought.

Kyran hitched her leg up his thigh, trailing his fingers along her skin.

He never stopped his hot, teasing kiss. Dale’s head began to spin, and the room faded into a sexual haze. Before she could find her bearings, he lifted her up, clutched her ass, and carried her to the table.

Their ferocious kiss never broke.

Kyran practically tore her suit jacket off and tossed it to the floor. He palmed her breast through her pink blouse. Sparks flew as he stroked her nipple, her panties now drenched.

“Kyran.”

Kyran kissed along her jaw and unbuttoned her blouse. He exposed her lace-covered breasts to the cool air, his green eyes vibrant as he looked down at her.

“We’re in the boardroom,” she said, trying to catch her breath.

“Right now I couldn’t give a rat’s ass.” He rolled her nipple through the fabric of her bra before lowering his head to her breast. Wetness soaked her bra, along with her panties, as his teeth grazed her erect nipple.

All anxiety fled, the feelings Kyran elicited overrode everything else.

Pulling the bra cup down, he licked her nipple roughly then blew over it. Her head fell back, the rasp of his tongue driving her crazy with pleasure.

“I want you,” he said on an exhale.

“Say my name.”

He pushed up her skirt, hooking his thumbs into the sides of her panties. “These need to go.”

“Not until I hear you say my name. Now.”

He bit back a curse and ran his hand over his shaved hair in exasperation.

“Look, we are going to do this. I am going to fuck you. I have thought about nothing else for the last week. Now, you can talk all the way through, or you can enjoy it. However, if you choose the first, I can assure you that you won’t be talking for long and will be doing the second within minutes.”

He undid his tie and opened his shirt to reveal his amazing torso. His words turned her on, the way he was one hundred percent committed to each and every thing he did. Including her. She just worried his fixation on her had an expiration date.

“Don’t be an idiot. Say my name.” she said.

“Dale.” He kissed her lips, pulling on her panties. “Dale.” She swallowed and allowed him to remove the scrap of lace and pocket them.

“Dale.”

“Thank you.” It was a whisper; Dale was unsure why she was thanking him.

They kept their gazes locked. Their heavy breathing, along with the lowering of his zipper, was the only sound to break the silence. Her heart crashed against her chest as she prayed they wouldn’t be caught. She wanted this moment with him so much. No matter where they were.

Kyran lifted his hand to her mouth, tapping her bottom lip with a silver condom wrapper.

“Prepared much?”

Crinkles appear at the corners of his eyes as he replied, “Boy Scout.

Can’t help myself.”

Unable to think of a witty retort, she let her gaze drift over his chest and abs. His waist was small in comparison to his broad shoulders, but it was his enticingly lickable V that had her mouth watering. It started at his hips and led below his underwear.

Kyran smirked at her perusal. The man’s ego was huge. She continued to inflate it even more by drinking in every drop of him. And by the way his underwear strained, his ego wasn’t alone in its inflation.

“Like what you see?”

She bit her lip. The man was so sure of himself he didn’t need her reaffirming the obvious.

“Stand up, Dale. Rest your hands on the table.” The firmness of his voice made her squirm with arousal.

Dale did as he asked, feeling the cool air hit the cheeks of her ass when Kyran lifted her skirt around her waist. Her stomach flipped with excitement, her nipples ached with desperation. His body molded against her back, and he started to molest her neck with open-mouthed kisses.

Kyran licked her skin and cupped her breasts from behind her.

With each flick of his thumbs over her nipples, she moaned, rubbing her ass against his shaft. Without a doubt, the man had skilled fingers, knowing what she needed to urge her lust further. Joel had been good, but Kyran made him seem like a teenage virgin.

He spoke seductively into her ear. “I’m going to take you here, Dale.

Rough. Hard.”

Biting her lip, she stopped a loud groan of lust from escaping. The way he spoke, the words he used, had her insane with desire.

“I’m not going to touch you again until you agree to it.”

“I d-don’t . . .”

“Don’t what? Want me to do this?” He started trailing little kisses down her neck, his fingers walking up her spine. She was melting into a pool of arousal, wet with the anticipation. The desire grew worse when he spoke; his lips moving against her neck.

“Don’t want me to fuck you? Is that what you're trying to say?”

Dale struggled to verbalize what she needed. The concern for their surroundings still clung to her.

Instead of words, she used actions, and ground her ass against his erection.

“That’s not good enough. Tell me.”

Her heart sped up as she finally said, “Yes, I want you.”

“How? How do you want me?” His words were followed by the tearing of the condom packet. He lifted her hip, and with a little twisting, she watched him sheath himself while still keeping her back to him. Air rushed from her lungs. They were going to have sex. At work. In the boardroom.

Dale’s breathing became shallow as her temperature began to rise.

Kyran caressed her ass and then her thighs. She closed her eyes, preparing for Kyran to enter her.

“Oh God!” She screamed out when she felt his tongue lap at her sex.

“Damn, you are delicious.”

Unable to form a coherent sentence, she murmured her response, hoping he took her garbled words as a good thing. He was going to kill her before he even entered her. His tongue was divine, and she wanted more.

Rolling her hips against his mouth as she opened her eyes, she felt him hum in approval. The vibration ran along his tongue, tickling her clit. It was too much. Her stomach began to spasm and her thighs shook. “Please . . .”

She begged, resting her face onto the cold table.

Kyran paused and then moved back up her body. “Please, what?”

“I need to feel you inside me.”

Her skin was on fire, a sweat breaking out on her forehead. He gripped her hips and his erection rested against the crease of her ass.

“That's all I was waiting for.”

He shifted his position and pushed Dale down to rest on her elbows.

They both hissed as he entered her body. She moved her legs farther apart to accommodate him; the man was larger than she’d assumed.

“Dale,” he whispered, pulling his cock out of her.

Dale whined, though it morphed into a grunt when Kyran proceeded to slam himself right back in. He set the pace and continued to thrust into her with force. It was rougher than she’d ever had, and yet the whole scenario was perfect, taking her to heights she’d never been to before.

Their moans filled the room, escalating when Kyran slipped a hand around to her clit and pressed with his thumb. Dale bucked against him, mewling like a kitten. Dale wondered how he could know what she needed, what would make her lose her mind.

The table scraped a little on the floor, but Kyran pounded harder and harder into her. It verged on brutal. Dale thought she would probably have bruises in his wake.

“Fuck, Dale, you feel so damn tight.”

Her skin began to tingle as her orgasm started to build.

“You’re so slick. So fucking perfect.”

She moaned louder, no longer concerned if they got caught. Kyran began to speed up, stroking her clit and driving her closer to her crescendo.

Their voices became a series of husky groans, and with each thrust they grew less rational.

Dale spiraled over the edge. She cried out as the white light seared through her system. Pleasure burst within her, and every cell in her body exploded with ecstasy. Kyran grunted and followed her as he pressed his face into her back, muffling the sounds of his own orgasm. She was oblivious to everything, consumed by her fulfillment. Her heart was pounding, her blood coursing through her body far faster than it should.

It was bliss.

Exhausted, Dale rested flat against the table. Kyran pulled out of her, leaving her bereft without him. But she would never admit that to him. Not even in her fuzzy erotic haze.

He moved his lips to her neck again and nibbled a path along her shoulder. She squirmed, her skin overly sensitive after her orgasm.

“Ticklish?” he asked, lifting her torso off the table and turning her to face him.

“Not usually. I think you spiked my drink.”

“
You’re
the one who got
me
coffee, remember?”

Smiling, she let him right her bra, and then she began to button her blouse. “Yeah, I think it’s cold now.”

He smiled back, his eyes glittering with playfulness. His cheeks were flushed and his lips were swollen.

Kyran looked happy. It took her breath away. The man was stunning when he wasn’t spewing anger and spitting caustic curses. She couldn’t drag her eyes away as he dressed then corrected his cufflinks and tie. Her body began to throb again, signaling a renewed need for his touch. Any thought that once would be enough was dispelled. She was in deep.

Putting some distance between them, Dale moved away from the table, allowing Kyran to haul it back into place.

“The floor’s going to need re-polishing.” He stalked over to her, giving her the distinct impression that she was his prey. “But it was worth every cent it’s going to cost me.”

“We could have been caught. Taylor—”

“Is a lazy bastard who was never going to turn up today.”

Confused, Dale scowled. “He wasn’t?”

Kyran shook his head, grasping the front of her blouse and pulling her flush against him. “No, he wasn’t, but I’m not in the mood to discuss him.”

He lowered his tone and held out her panties. “Was I too rough?”

Dale snatched her underwear from Kyran and quickly put it back on.

She hadn’t expected concern, not that she knew him well enough to have any expectations.