Daxton (BBW Bear Shifter Moonshiner Romance) (120 Proof Honey) (90 page)

She waited until right around closing time, and then prayed that Greg had to use the bathroom. Finally, he left the office and she walked right in and went to the file cabinet. She flipped through the personnel files until she found Brett’s. She pulled out the forms and looked at the address. She repeated it a few times, trying to memorize it.
 

She slid the file back in its place and quickly left the office. Instead of staying late like she usually did, she left right on time, and drove to the address on Brett’s file.
 

She took a deep breath, steeled her nerves and got out of her car. She knocked on the door tentatively. It opened a moment later, and Brett stood there in a pair of sweatpants and a worn grey shirt.

“April?” he looked incredibly surprised to see her. She hoped she could use that to her advantage.

“We need to talk,” she said firmly.

He scrubbed his face with his hands. “I suppose we do, yes.” He paused for a moment before stepping aside. “Come in.”

“Thanks.”

His house was both very masculine and very warm. It was inviting but austere. She supposed it fit his odd personality to a tee. “Can I get you water or something to drink?”

“No, thanks.” It was awkward, being in his house.
 

He led her to the living room and he very deliberately, it seemed to her, picked the chair, leaving her the sofa. She sat and tried to relax slightly.
 

“About last night…” she began.

He interrupted her. “It shouldn’t have happened.”
 

She stiffened. “Yeah, I suppose not.”

“But it did,” he finished. He leaned forward. “Look, April. I honestly think you’re amazing, and sexy, and I was being very serious when I said that it was killing me to keep my hands off of you, but I’m your boss. You can see that anything between us,” he gestured between them. “Would be inappropriate.”

“We’re adults.”

He frowned and leaned back. “I’m trying to be the better man here and you are making it so hard.” She watched as he collected his thoughts. “If we started dating, everything you did would be under even more scrutiny than it is now, because you’re a woman in a predominantly male field.”

“I don’t care.”

“I do. I don’t want you to be hurt.”
 

“Well it’s a little late for that, Brett. You don’t almost fuck a girl on the hood of a car, and then leave her there without an explanation without her feelings getting hurt.”

He groaned. “And I am so sorry about that. But us not acting on this would be best.”

April felt like she was going to cry. But this wasn’t over. Clearly she and Brett had
a thing.
And they both admitted it. As long as they could figure out how to navigate the waters of him being her boss. “What if we don’t tell anyone just yet?” He raised an eyebrow. “Seriously. At work you treat me the same as normal, but we play through whatever this is. If it works, it works, if it doesn’t, it doesn’t and then we go on our merry way with no one the wiser.”

He sighed. “You have no idea how much I want to do that, but—“

April stood up. “But nothing.” She moved around the table and straddled him. His hands automatically went to her butt. “We should try this. Your issues are valid, but if we keep this between us and promise to not be assholes about it if things go south then it will be fine.”

“I wish I shared your optimism.”

“Shut up and kiss me, Brett.”

His warm, brown eyes met hers and he pulled her flush against him. His lips crashed down onto hers and his big hands fisted in her hair, keeping her close. “Fuck. April. This needs to stop but I don’t think I have enough control to stop it.”

“Just go with it Brett. Let it happen. I’m a big girl, I can take care of myself. You don’t need to always protect me.”

He laughed against her skin. “Have you seen you? You’re adorable. You just scream ‘I need to be protected.’”

She hit him gently on the shoulder. “You don’t call the girl sitting in your lap ‘adorable’ you call her ‘sexy.’”

“How about I show you how sexy I think you are?”

His lips captured hers in a kiss that made her toes curl. Her heart pounded against his chest as she moved to try to get closer to him. She wanted him to absorb her. She wanted to feel all of him.
 

She slid her hands between them, and went for the button of his jeans but he stopped her. “No,” he growled. “Slowly.”

She nodded and he put her hands on his shoulders. His tongue slid into her mouth, brushing softly against hers. She leaned in even more. His hands moved up and down her back, over her butt, squeezing gently before moving back up her back. She could feel him getting hard between them. She ground down slightly, putting pressure on his cock and her aching sex.
 

“Minx,” he hissed. It was fun seeing him come undone like this. It was a slow loss of control, not like the night before where he couldn’t help himself. He was trying so desperately to show her that he was going to run things, and set the pace, and she was terribly busy trying to prove him wrong.
 

Finally, when she reached for the hem of his shirt, he let her pull it off. She took a moment to take in his naked torso. It was glorious, ridged in hard muscle and covered by tattoos. She traced the bear claw tattoos that went up his side, and then pressed her fingers against his motorcycle club tattoo that was on his upper arm. As she touched it, she realized that it covered quite a bit of scarring.

She brought her lips to the scars, loving the way they looked so rough but felt so smooth. “What happened here?” she asked, her voice muffled by his skin.

“Motorcycle accident. A bunch of assholes from a rival club ran me off the road and I basically took the entire fall on this arm. It was a mess, blood everywhere. Hurt like a motherfucker.” He paused and looked down at her. “That was a perfect sexy story to tell the hot girl straddling me.”

She kissed the scars again. “I asked.” She kissed down the rest of his arm, and picked up his enormous hand. She kissed up his palm, towards his fingers, and then, slowly, took one in her mouth. Her tongue moved around the digit as she sucked gently. She looked up at him through half-lidded eyes. His gaze was fixed on her. His pupils were blown with desire.
 

She smiled around his finger and slowly pulled it out of her mouth, letting her teeth brush the soft underside of it as she went. “Damn.” He sounded like he was choking on the words.
 

She unzipped the top of her mechanics jumpsuit, displaying the black tank top that she wore underneath it. His fingers brushed the top of her cleavage as she pushed the rest of it off, letting it pool around her waist. “You’re gorgeous,” he said, his lips gently caressing the soft skin that was exposed to him.
 

She let her head fall back, as she enjoyed the way his warm tongue preceded the coolness of the air on her wet skin. The duality of the sensation was making her crazy. “Bed?” he asked.

“Bed,” she agreed.

He stood up, bringing her with him. He pushed the rest of her jumpsuit down, leaving her in the tank top and leggings. He wrapped his strong arms around her and carried her, over his shoulder, to his bedroom. As he walked, she tried to get a good look at the rest of his place. He had a few pictures of him and his friends on the wall, and an image of him and a younger girl that looked so much like him.
 

“Your sister?” she said as they passed the image.

He looked over his shoulder. “Yeah, she’s grown up now. Just started college.”

“It’s a cute picture,” she said.
 

“There are cuter things in this house right now.” He patted her butt and she couldn’t help but roll her eyes a little.

He dropped her into his enormous, king-sized bed. It was so soft that she practically sank into it. She pulled the sheets up around her, basking in their warmth and surrounded by the smell of him.

He watched her with a smile on his face. He crawled over her and ran his hands to the edge of her leggings and peeled them off of her. He pushed her legs apart, and she blushed, knowing that he could see the wet spot on her panties. He took a deep breath, smelling her arousal and her blush deepened.
 

He lifted her right leg and kissed the side of her knee. He kissed and nibbled until he was halfway up her right thigh, and then he switched sides. He kissed and nibbled half way up her left thigh and then stopped. He switched back to the right thigh and moved three-quarters of the way up. He only used his hands to keep her hips held down.
 

“Please,” she whispered.
 

“What do you want?” The sight of him between her legs was so erotic that she almost couldn’t form words.

“I—I want…”

“Say it, April,” he ordered softly.

“I want you to lick me.”

“Here?” he asked as he drew a line up her thigh with his tongue.

She squirmed. “You know where!”

“I do. But I want you to tell me.”

She closed her eyes, trying to steady her breathing. “My pussy,” she said, finally. “I want you to lick my pussy.”

“Was that so hard?” he asked.

She could feel his breath on her most private places, through her underwear. “Yes,” she said.

He pressed his mouth to her cloth-covered sex. Her hips bucked up; she was desperate for more, but he easily held her down. “I set the pace,” he reminded her.

“But you’re going too slowly.”

He laughed and kissed her again before he slowly pushed the fabric to the side. His finger dipped against her lower lips, testing her wetness. He ran it up and down her slit, just barely touching her. “Please,” she begged. He acquiesced.
 

He lowered his mouth to her warmth, drinking in her smell. His tongue slid into her, shallowly fucking her. One finger went to her clit, rubbing it in leisurely circles. It felt so good, but it wasn’t enough to get her off. She needed more. He didn’t seem to care about the pleading noises she was making. He slowly licked her from top to bottom. His warm tongue circled her clit, learning her topography.
 

Then, at a pace that made her want to scream in frustration, he slipped one finger inside of her. She bucked against him. “More,” her voice was hoarse.

He added a second finger, curling them up to rub against the spot inside her that made her see stars. His tongue lashed against her clit and she felt the orgasm build in her body. She came. Hard. Her fingers grasped at the sheets as she thrashed. He held her hips down, never stopping his ministrations as her inner walls gripped his fingers. He pushed her through a second orgasm, and she could only repeat his name, over and over again.
 

As she came down from her orgasm, he pulled her tank top over her head and gently sucked on her breasts. Her hands fisted in his hair and she let him kiss her body however he pleased.

“Take your pants off,” she whispered, once she could speak.

“Bossy,” he said with a laugh. He pushed the pants off his hips, along with his boxers, exposing the glorious thickness of his cock.

She reached for it. Her fingers explored the silky hardness, and followed the thick veins to the head of his cock, where a small amount of pre-cum waited for her. She brushed her finger against it and he moaned loudly.

“Can I suck you?” she asked, already pushing herself up off the bed.
 

“Next time,” he said, pulling her to him. “I need to be inside of your pretty little pussy.” His words made her blush and she felt even more wetness flood her sex.

He laid her back down and hovered over her. She loved the way his strong, tattooed arms looked next to her bare skin. She closed her eyes as he kissed her jaw line. “No,” he said. “Look at me.”

She opened her eyes and watched as he positioned his cock at her entrance and slowly filled her up. He was so thick and long that it felt like she was completely full long before he was fully inside of her. “Take all of me,” he whispered. He slid the rest of the way inside of her and she moaned. She could feel every inch of him making her almost unbearably full. He slowly slid almost all of the way out, and then pushed back into her. Her hands gripped the back of his shoulders as he thrust into her again. His pace sped up as he drove her to the brink of another orgasm.

“I’m gonna…” she couldn’t finish the sentence. She couldn’t think straight.
 

He pressed down on her clit with one finger and said, “Cum for me.” And she did. Hard. Her inner walls squeezed him and she felt him twitch inside of her before he shot his load deep within her. He collapsed on her, careful not to put his full body weight on her.
 

He slowly pulled out of her and then rolled off, pulling her into his side. He pulled the covers over both of them.

“Wow,” she said once she was settled against him.

“Yeah, wow.” They were silent for a moment, just taking in each other’s labored breaths. And then something hit her. It wasn’t an opportune moment to bring it up, but she needed to make sure she wasn’t about to make his life more difficult than she was already making it.