Halloween Treat (2 page)

Finally, as the clock in the bottom of her computer screen blink to ten she couldn’t take it any longer. Pushing away from her desk, she stood. There was a twinge in her thighs that reminded her that even though she did Yoga every morning, her crazy spread-eagle sex stretched unused muscles and they were now crying foul.

Gathering her composure,  she straightened her skirt and squared her shoulders. Walking the short distance to Roberts’s office, she rapped her knuckles on the doorjamb and waited for him to look up.

“Hey, Veronica. What can I do for you?”

“Do you have a minute?”

“Sure.” He took off his glasses and pushed away from his keyboard. “Have a seat.”

“I need to talk to you about last night.” Veronica wrung her hands. “I mean… if you want me to say that I’m sorry. I guess it was my idea.”

“I’m sorry too. Brett wanted something a little quieter with places to sit. Since he’s had his knee surgery, it’s hard for him to stand. You had a good idea about going to
The Underground
, but it just didn’t work out.”

“But you
were
at
The Underground
last night… I… we…”

“Veronica. Great. I was hoping I would find you here,” a deep voice said behind her.

She turned and knew her mouth dropped open. She looked back to Robert and then at the man in the doorway.
Holy crap
.

“Hey, Bray. I wish you’d called me earlier. I’m not sure I can get away for lunch today.”

“That’s fine.” The man held up a bouquet of flowers. “I’m actually here to see Veronica.”

Robert looked at her. “You know my brother, Braylon?”

“Braylon? Your brother?” The elephant sized pieces fell into place with a
thunk
.

“We met last night,” Braylon said. “Veronica gave me her card. I came in this morning to talk to her about taking on the club in your accounting firm. I know you’ve talked to me about this before, but now I think we are finally stable enough to need an outside firm’s help. Veronica convinced me that it should be her firm.” He paused then said, “But I never got to finish the conversation when she left early. She wasn’t feeling well. I hoped she was better and I brought her flowers.” He smiled and handed her the bouquet.

“Braylon never gets away from the club. He must have really wanted to talk to you.” He gave his brother a knowing smile. “So Veronica, you were at
The Underground
last night?” Robert asked.

“I thought that’s where we were meeting.”

“Brett sent out a text. I guess you didn’t get it. We went to
Callahan’s
. It was open mic night, and who knew Brett and Karen could sing?”

“Can I talk to you out in the hall for a minute?” Braylon took a step and put a hand on her arm. His touch brought back all kinds of memories of the night before. Veronica’s knees shook as she stood and followed him.

He looked up and down the hall to make sure it was clear.

“Oh… my… God.” Veronica tried to pull away, but he grasped her arm again. “Do you have any idea what I almost did in there? I almost asked your brother why he hadn’t said anything about our… ‘sex’, our hot mind-blowing monkey sex last night,” she whispered the last part.

“After you ran out. I should have gone after you, but frankly I couldn’t move. When your purse spilled in my office—“

“Your office?” Her eyes widened.

“Yes… my office. I found a business card you dropped. When I saw where you worked, it all fell into place, and I put together all the pieces of our conversations together that I didn’t understand. You thought I was Robert.”

“Yes, I thought you were Robert! Who the hell did you think I thought you were?”

“I don’t know. I thought you thought I was… me.”

“So you’re used to taking girls back to your office? Of course you are… it’s a nightclub.”

“Hey, that’s not true. Give me a break.” He frowned. “Don’t make assumptions. I don’t run
Studio 54
. My office is my office and it’s for business.”

“And for screwing me.”

“You were the first woman I ever took there. Sure, I’ve taken a few girls home from the club, but I don’t get out to meet anyone other than there. I’m not a saint, but I’m not a hound dog player either.”

“Can I believe you? How would I know that?”

“Hell, ask my brother. He knows me better than he knows anyone. If I was a creep do you think I would have come in to work at five am to postpone the morning deliveries so I could come down here, knowing that you were maybe going to make an identity mix up between us?”

“Why didn’t you call me?”

“Call you?” Braylon reached in his pocket and pulled out her card. “This was all I had, your business card. You were like damn Cinderella. I had the best sexual experience of my life and then poof, you were gone. That’s why I came here and hoped to hell I was soon enough.”

“A business card is a little less romantic than a glass slipper.” She backed down. It was considerate what’s he’d done and very sweet. “Thanks. I really would have stuck my foot in my mouth.”

“Robert would have thought you were bat-shit nuts.”

This made her laugh. “He would have.”

“I’d like to take you out to lunch. There’s a little park down by the club where no one goes. How about I pick up sandwiches and then swing by and get you. We can get to know each other. Oh, and by the way, I’m Braylon. I don’t think we have been formally introduced.”

She shook her head and then took his hand.

He bent and kissed her on the cheek. “I’ll be back.”

Braylon was at her cubical at five minutes to noon. They drove the short distance to the club’s lot and then wound their way down the path that led to the small park.

“I never knew this was here. It’s in the middle of a residential area,” Veronica said as she leaned over the railing. “You can see the whole city from here. It’s such a beautiful day, you can see the mountains.”

Braylon stood alongside her and ran a hand around her waist. “Mrs. Martin left the lot to the city when she died. She said she loved the view and wanted others to enjoy it as much as she did.” He turned her to meet his gaze. “I didn’t mean to mislead you about anything last night. I’m not that kind of guy. I wear my emotions on my sleeve, and I would never hurt anyone intentionally. I don’t play games, especially when it comes to sex.”

“I understand. It was really my fault.”

“Are you disappointed that I’m not Robert?”

“No, that isn’t it. You know, he’s been a… office crush.” Now that she looked closer, she could see the difference between the two brothers. Braylon was a few years older and his eyes were an even darker shade of blue… if that was possible. His grey t-shirt clung to an impressive set of chest muscles. He was larger and more filled out than Robert. Much more filled out. Her mouth felt dry.

“I love my brother, and I would never steal away his girl.”

“You sound like a 40’s movie, but I’m not his girl. I’m no one’s girl at the moment.”

“Nice to know.” He stepped closer and the heat of his body engulfed her. “I know this sounds like the worst pick up line ever, but I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. My God, last night was amazing.”

Veronica felt her cheeks flush. “I thought it was just me. That was why I left in such a hurry, all I could think about was ‘how am I going to face you across the copier in the morning.’”

“So we solved that problem. You don’t have to look at me over my copier. I also want it perfectly clear that you are kissing me and not my brother.” Braylon dropped his head and pressed his mouth gently to hers. Veronica curved her body against his and opened her mouth.

Yes. Today, she knew exactly who she was kissing. Another kiss from Braylon and she was melting like candle wax. Pure passion fisted deep within her. For only a kiss, it was extremely erotic. This man definitely knew how to do it right.

“Braylon.”.She tried to conjure up a protest as the chirp of birds overhead reminded her where they were.

“I know it’s a little cold out here, but…”  He looked around and then back at her with alarming intensity.

Leaving her coat in place, he plucked the buttons of her blouse until he exposed her bra. His rough hands slid inside to lift out one of her breasts. He licked hungrily along the soft swell and then spent agonizing attention on the nipple. As he suckled her with enthusiasm, she grew wet.

Braylon continued to kiss her and slid hands up her legs. “You’re still wearing thigh-highs,” his statement came out in a choked whisper.

“I think they’re comfortable.”

“You forgot to add that they are sexy as hell. How can you get through the work day?”

“I guess I’m not today.” Veronica grinned at him.

“You are going to be the death of me.” He slid his hand up her thigh and under the elastic of her panties. He dropped to his knees in front of her and wiggled her skirt higher over her hips.

She looked around. “We can’t… not here.”

“We can. We have all our clothes on if anyone shows up.” Hooking a finger under the elastic, he pulled her panties off and then stuffed them in his coat pocket. “Play along and I’ll give them back.”

Veronica started to laugh but then moaned when the tip of her tongue touched her. He spread her with his fingers and licked a slick line. His mouth was wet and hot against her core, and she wove a hand through his silky, dark hair to pull him close.

She pressed against his intimate touch, but it was too much. Too Good. She tried to step back, but he would not let her go. He found her tight nub with his thumb and circled it. She felt every flick of his velvety tongue as he fluttered it back and forth.

Her body was strung tight as he licked, stroked and sucked. Braylon only stopped long enough to kiss a trail over her bare thighs.

“Please, more,” she begged. She never did anything like this. In a public park?

His tongue came back and prodded her until she sobbed. He pushed his face against her and gave her what she needed as he slid a finger inside. He slowly withdrew his digit and then slipped in a second one. Curling them he touched the perfect spot.

She came with a cry. The climax held her for what seemed to be forever as she rocked against him. He stood just in time to catch her as she went limp. Braylon helped pull her skirt back in place.

He held her against him. “Call the office and tell them you aren’t feeling good and you won’t be back in today. I am so hard I’m going to split the fly of my Levi’s. I need to be inside you, and it’s too cold out here to be naked. My condo is around the corner and has a fireplace.”

“What about your brother. He’ll know I’m lying.”

“He’ll only know what we tell him, and there are things that brothers just don’t need to discuss. I swear. It will be our secret.” He crossed his chest. “Besides, if I can get away for the afternoon, you can. There are always a million things we need to do, but we need—“

“If you say stop and smell the roses, I’m rolling my eyes.”

“I know that right now this relationship is based on sex. But, I’m willing to add more to the plate as soon as I get this clawing need to make love to you out of the mix.” He scooped up the brown paper bag on the ground. “Since we never got to lunch, let’s take this with us. At my house it’s warm and I can make love to you on a bed.”

“This is crazy.” Her legs were still unsteady.

“I know, but really, really fun.” His dark eyes twinkled with mischief as he pulled her towards the road.

Chapter 3

Braylon fished his keys from the front pocket of his Levi’s and pressed open the front door with his elbow. Veronica entered before him and whistled through her teeth.

“Nice digs.” She trailed her fingers over the dark mahogany entry table.

“Thanks. I like to collect antiques. I don’t care what they are worth but it’s more about if I like them. I especially like pieces that tell a story.” He pulled the table away from the wall and pointed. “This has a carved inscription on the back:
For my new bride, Marlis. I made this with my heart. I will love you always.
”

Veronica frowned. “That’s sad. How could someone give this away?”

“Maybe Marlis didn’t. Maybe she owned this table her whole life until the day she died. It waited for someone to find it and keep its story going.”

She looked up through lowered lashes. “That’s sweet.”

“I can own a club and still have a sentimental side. My life’s not all disco balls and dubstep beats.”

A shiver passed through her and she rubbed her hands over the sleeves of her coat.

“I know it’s cold. Here, follow me.” He led her down the hall to a large master bath. “Why don’t I run a hot bath for you? I’ll get a fire started and poor us drinks.”

When she hesitated, Braylon stepped close and brushed her hair over her ear. “I think I’ve seen most every part of you, but I promise, if you want to relax in the tub and make it for one, I’ll honor your wishes. Give me your coat, and I’ll hang it up.”

Veronica slid her orange wool coat off her shoulders and handed it to him. “Thanks. This is nice.”

She followed him down the hall and into the master bath.

“I don’t have anything to foo foo, but there are bath salts on the shelf over the tub my sister left here when she house sat for me the last time.” He turned on the water.

Braylon took his time building a fire in both the living room and bedroom fireplaces. Anticipation of making love to Veronica again left his blood humming and his cock in a semi-state of arousal as it had been since noon.

As he balanced the tray of drinks, he was happy to find the bathroom door propped open in invitation and he tapped it wider. “Mind if I come in?” he asked.

Veronica crooked her finger to invite him in, and then she let one arm drop over the side of the claw foot tub.

With her eyes closed, and her mouth curved in a slight grin, the beauty of her profile mesmerized Braylon. High cheekbones and lush lips. He took a step closer and swallowed. His gaze drifted down to her rosy breasts floating in the heated water.

“Why don’t you come in and join me?” she asked, cracking open one eye.

“I’m enjoying the view just fine from up here.” He handed her a drink.

She took a sip and sighed. “Yum, what is this?”

“It’s called Cinnamon Toast. It’s spiced rum and homemade cider from a local orchard just out of town.”

“I think I have a new favorite drink.”

Seeing her naked body just under the water’s surface Braylon grew erect with the thought of touching her. He set his mug down and squatted next to the tub. Swirling a hand through the water, he ran it up her thigh and touched the tip of her nipple.

“Are you warming up?” he asked.

Oh… yes,” she said in a seductive purr. “I was thinking I’ve soaked long enough and should be getting out. What do you think?” She opened her eyes and her gaze fixed on his. Veronica set her cup next to his and pushed herself out of the tub. Tiny rivers of water ran down her long, trim body. “Care to dry me off?”

Dry mouthed he reached for a towel. Starting with her arms and breasts, he patted the water free. By the time he reached the damp curls between her legs his cock was throbbing.

She stepped out of the tub and headed into the bedroom. Turning, she shot him a seductive smile. “Are you coming?”

“Not yet, but I will be.” Braylon shot out of the chair, almost knocking over the table and drinks. He caught the edge of the tray at the last second, and righted it before it crashed to the floor.

When he stopped beside her, Veronica slowly worked at the buttons of his shirt and opened them one by one to expose his chest. With a playful shove, she pushed him to sit on the edge of the bed and took off his shoes, socks then waited for him to strip off the rest.

He sat back on the bed and pulled her into the space between his legs. His hands spanned her waist as his lips found one of her nipples and pulled it into his mouth. Her flesh was warm and soft and smelled like
his
bath salts.  She was all spicy and ready to eat.

Braylon explored her body with his fingers and listened to the tiny sounds that escaped her mouth as he did so. When he slid a finger between her thighs, he groaned at how wet she was.  His thumb found her clitoris and she bucked against him as he teased and flicked at the bundle of nerves.