His to Possess (4 page)

His tongue returned to her clit, sending ripples of delight through her. He licked,
then sucked lightly.

“Oh, God, yes.”

Pleasure washed through her as his fingers moved inside her, stroking her. She moaned
and arched against him, trembling as an orgasm began to swell within her. Then he
drew away and she groaned.

She glanced up and saw him rolling a condom over his engorged cock, then seconds later
he was back. He slid her higher on the bed and prowled over her, then his hot, hard
flesh nudged her opening. She gasped as his massive cockhead slid inside. His enormous
shaft moved deeper, stretching her with his tremendous girth, gliding on forever as
he filled her.

Then he stilled, his big body over hers, holding most of his weight on his arms, as
they both sucked in air.

“You’re so big. I can hardly believe you’re all the way inside me.”

He chuckled and kissed her lightly. Then he began to move. Drawing out slowly, then
gliding back in. Stroking her sensitive passage.

Ramping up her pleasure.

His solid flesh slid in and out, over and over again, thrilling her with each stroke.
She grasped his broad, muscular shoulders, arching against him. She squeezed him and
the intense pleasure of his rock-hard shaft moving inside her sent her senses reeling.

Wild sensations tingled through her and she gasped as he drove deeper still.

He pumped faster and her breathing accelerated.

“Tell me you’re going to come.” His words rasped against her ear.

She nodded, barely able to catch her breath.

“I want to hear you say it.”

“I’m going to…” She moaned as pleasure swelled within her. He thrust faster. “Oh,
God, I’m going to come.”

“Yes. Come for me, baby.”

An orgasm blasted through her. “Oh … Yes … I’m coming.” She gasped, then wailed long
and loud.

He thrust deep and hard, then jerked against her and groaned.

She clung to his shoulders as he catapulted her orgasm to a new level. She sucked
in a breath, then continued to moan as she shot to heaven.

Slowly, she returned to earth and the warmth of his body over hers. He rolled to his
side, taking her with him, then wrapped his arm around her waist and drew her close.

She rested her head against his solid chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.
Part of her wanted to scoot off to the bathroom and collect herself. Another part
wanted to stay right here, all cozy and warm. If she left, he would probably gather
up his clothes and leave. She wouldn’t even get to see him dress. He’d give her a
quick good-bye kiss and be gone. Never to be seen again.

That’s how one-night stands worked, right?

And that’s what she wanted, right?

He stroked her hair. It felt so sweet and tender.

She glanced at the clock. Eleven thirty.

“Are you tired?” he asked.

“Um, yes. I have an early morning.”

Unfortunately, he would probably take that as his cue to leave.

“Of course.” But instead of grabbing his clothes and pulling them on, he reached for
the bedside lamp and turned it out, then enveloped her in his embrace.

Her head settled against his chest again, the steady thumping of his heart against
her ear, and she decided she really liked this. Being close to him. Hearing his heartbeat.

She’d missed having a man in her bed. Being close and cozy. Feeling loved.

Well, maybe not loved, but cared for.

His breathing slowed. She closed her eyes and lost herself in the warmth of his arms.

He was an interesting man. Domineering but completely focused on her pleasure. Teasing
and authoritative all at once. She mused at how sexy it had been. She never would
have thought she’d be okay being ordered around by a man, but it had been a major
turn-on.

And being with him had been nothing like being with Storm whose lovemaking was more
tender and solicitous. In fact, she thought with satisfaction, Storm hadn’t even entered
her mind until now. Maybe she really was starting to get over him.

*   *   *

Jessica woke up and opened her eyes. It was still dark. And a man’s arms were around
her. She glanced toward him. Although she couldn’t really see his features in the
dark, she remembered Dane’s face. So much like Storm’s.

Oh, man, she couldn’t believe she’d actually had sex with this man she hardly knew.
And the things they’d done. The way she’d behaved, allowing him to order her around.
Embarrassment spiked through her.

She glanced at the clock on the bedside table and realized it was five a.m. She wouldn’t
get back to sleep now, so she’d spend the next hour just lying here, stressing about
having to face him when he woke up.
That
would be really embarrassing.

She glanced at the clock again. It would take her about forty-five minutes to shower
and get dressed, fix her hair and makeup, then finish packing the few things she had
into her overnight bag. That meant by the time she checked out and had the front desk
lock away her overnight bag for safekeeping while she was at the career fair, it would
be six and she’d have time for a leisurely breakfast where she could prepare herself
for the day ahead.

Slipping away now would mean no muss, no fuss. And he’d probably be just as happy
to avoid awkward morning-after conversations.

She’d be tired today, but she wasn’t going to sleep any more, anyway. She might as
well do something useful.

She slipped from the bed, being careful not to waken Dane. When she returned from
the bathroom, dressed and ready to go, he was still sleeping. She tossed her makeup
bag and toiletries in her case along with yesterday’s clothes, and quietly zipped
it closed. She grabbed some stationery from the desk and wrote a quick note for Dane,
then headed out the door.

*   *   *

Dane woke up to an empty bed. He glanced around and saw a note sitting on the dresser.
Pushing aside the covers, he shoved his hair from his face, then strolled over and
picked up the note.

Last night had been delightful. Jessica had resisted being commanded at first, but
clearly she enjoyed it once they got going. In fact, it had turned her on immensely.

He grinned. It had been fun coaxing her into submission. He would love the opportunity
to pursue more with her. To ease her into a full Dom-sub relationship.

He read the note, telling him that she’d wanted to get an early start on breakfast
and to prepare for the career fair.

He snorted. Right. She had definitely fled. Just like she had from the Starbucks.

She went on to assure him that she’d paid for the room and all he had to do was leave
the keycard behind when he left.

A woman who left a note and fled in the middle of the night—from her own hotel room—definitely
had issues. Whether they were with him, with the domination, or with getting over
her ex, he didn’t know.

But he was willing to take the time to figure it out. He just needed to find a way
to see her again.

*   *   *

Jessica sighed as she sat down with the paper coffee cup in her hand. The noise of
the hustle and bustle in the big ballroom where the career fair was taking place washed
over her. She had been networking like crazy and had talked with representatives from
a few companies which offered positions that she felt would be well suited to her,
but after the interviews she didn’t feel that prospects were good. They wanted experience
that directly related to what they were doing, and seemed disinclined to take on an
inexperienced but enthusiastic employee to train because, frankly, with the job market
the way it was, they didn’t have to. There were lots of people with the exact experience
they were looking for in search of a job.

Her experience was just too general. She stroked her finger over the smooth stone
in her pocket.

“Do you mind if I sit with you?”

Jessica glanced up at the female voice. A pretty woman with upswept hair and wearing
a tailored suit—the basic uniform of the day for everyone here—stood by the table
with a coffee in her hand. There were a few empty tables around, but Jessica knew
she should take every opportunity she could to network.

“Not at all.”

The woman placed her coffee and small clutch purse on the table and sat down. Jessica
noticed her badge with the blue band, indicating she was an employer.

“My name’s Melanie Taylor.” Melanie held out her hand and Jessica shook it.

“Hi. I’m Jessica Long.”

Jessica sipped her coffee, wondering how many more employer booths she could squeeze
in before the fair ended, two hours from now. To be honest, though, she’d be happy
to just keep sitting here and veg until the whole thing was over. If it weren’t for
the fact she had to justify her travel costs to get here, she’d leave right now.

“You look pretty discouraged. The hunt not going well?” Melanie asked.

Jessica glanced at her table companion. “No, not really. Every employer I’ve talked
to wants specific experience I don’t have. I don’t know how to break into something
new and what I was doing before is so general that no one is really interested.”

Melanie nodded. “I know what you mean. Have you talked to anyone at Ranier?”

Below Melanie’s name on her badge were the words Ranier Industries, so that was the
company she represented.

“Yes, they were one of the first companies I handed my résumé to, but the lines were
so long I didn’t get a chance to talk to anyone. They look like a great place to work.”

“We’re a growing company and we have fabulous benefits.”

“That’s great.” Jessica found herself wearing her positive smile—the same smile she’d
plastered on her face for the past two days—but she doubted she’d hear from them,
since so many people were handing in their résumés and they probably all had way more
relevant experience than she did.

She stroked the stone in her pocket.

“Oh, honey,” Melanie said, “I can see your eyes glazing over and that smile is pathetic.”
At Jessica’s frown, Melanie smiled warmly. “I’m sorry, I’m not criticizing. I totally
sympathize. I’m not with Human Resources—I’m just helping out at the booth today because,
as you saw, they’re swamped—but I feel for you, and all the others that come by. It’s
tough out there.”

“I’ve been out of work for four months. I’m probably going to have to give up my apartment
and move in with my parents.” She hated having to admit that. A grown woman shouldn’t
have to live with her parents.

“Oh, you poor thing. I just had my roommate move out a month ago and I haven’t been
able to replace her, so I’m feeling the pinch, but I sure wouldn’t want to have to
move in with my mom. I love her dearly and all but, whoa, that’s too close quarters
for me.”

Melanie glanced at her watch. “Look, my break is almost over, but come on back to
the booth with me. I’ll get you in to talk to Stephanie in Human Resources. You can
give her a new copy of your résumé and have a bit of a talk with her. She’s really
nice.” She smiled warmly. “And I’ll put in a good word for you.” She stood up and
gathered her things.

“Thank you, I really appreciate it.” Jessica stood up and grabbed her purse and briefcase.

“You look stunned.”

“Well, we don’t even know each other. I’m not sure why you’d be willing to go out
on a limb for me.”

She followed Melanie through the crowd.

“You remind me of myself two years ago when I was standing in your shoes, so trust
me, I know how much it sucks to be unemployed.”

They arrived at the Ranier booth and Melanie smiled brightly. “And if you want some
company for dinner, come by the booth later.”

“I’d like that, but my flight leaves at seven, so I have to head to the airport as
soon as this is over.”

“Of course.” Melanie pulled out a card and handed it to Jessica. “Well, if you do
get a callback for an interview in town, or wind up living here, give me a call. I
could show you around the city.”

Jessica took the card and tucked it in her purse. “Thanks.”

It was nice to know that if she got the opportunity to move to the city, she’d know
at least one person.

“Now, let’s go find Stephanie.”

*   *   *

A week later, back in her apartment in Bakersfield, Jessica stacked her DVDs in the
cardboard box sitting on her dining room table. There should be enough room for her
CDs in the same box. A stack of bills sat on the table beside the box. She hadn’t
heard back from any of the employers from the career fair yet. It was a little early,
but either way, she’d need to move out of this apartment. Either she’d be moving in
with Mom and Dad, or she’d be moving to Philadelphia. She sighed. The former seemed
the most likely.

The phone rang and she walked to the living room to pick it up.

“Ms. Long, please.”

“Speaking,” Jessica said.

“Hi. This is Stephanie Reynolds. I work in Human Resources at Ranier Industries.”

Jessica’s heart jolted into high gear.

“Yes, Ms. Reynolds. How are you?”

“Fine. I’m calling because we’d like to have you come in for a second interview. Would
that be possible?”

“Um, yes, of course.” Jessica wrote down the details. When she hung up the phone,
she couldn’t stop smiling.

Maybe she wouldn’t have to move in with her parents after all.

*   *   *

Jessica pushed open the glass door of the tall office tower and walked across the
lobby, Melanie alongside her. The clacking of their high heels on the marble floor
blended into the sounds made by dozens of other people heading to their jobs in the
huge building.

Excitement skittered through her at the thought of starting her brand new job.

“Human Resources is on the eighth floor,” Melanie said as they stepped into the elevator.
“They’ll process you then bring you up to the executive floor. If you have any questions,
feel free to call me. You wrote down my extension, right?” Her eyes glittered with
excitement.