Husbandry (4 page)

My orgasm had just begun to barrel through me when he pulled
his fingers clear. I wailed in protest before I could stop myself. Luckily the
click of the phone disconnecting preceded my outburst by scant milliseconds.

More! Take me!
I
wanted to scream my demands, but I was a babbling wreck. What was he doing? I
heard the rustle of papers as if he was straightening up, followed by a noise
that made me mewl in desperation. It was the sound of him lowering his zipper.

“Heels on the corners of the desk,” he told me.

My coordination was shot to hell, so he had to help me. The
wooden corners dug into my arches.

He clasped my hips and flexed his fingers, no doubt to
remind me of how strong he was. Papers and files hissed and crinkled as he
yanked me closer, positioning me so my butt rested at the very edge of the
desk. I didn’t need to feel the business documents sticking to my back to
remember where I was. The distant chirp of office machines and murmur of voices
beyond the door kept me constantly aware of my surroundings. I was completely
exposed here, and my husband was about to screw me on his desk as promised.

With my feet positioned at the corners of the desk, I had my
legs spread wide. I didn’t have to see Charles to know he was staring at the
drenched folds of my pussy, which had blossomed open for him. I had never felt
so powerful or so vulnerable in my life.

“This is mine too.” He dug his fingers more deeply into the
flesh of my hips. “Mine to take.”

I groaned long and low at the first kiss of his cock against
my quivering opening. The blunt head was as hard as the tabletop beneath me and
ten times as hot. His first thrust was like a battering ram. I was so slick he
had an easy glide, but I was far too swollen for him to seat himself in one go.
A series of forward lunges followed, making my sheath contract around him as he
forced his way past the responsive tissue.

On the fourth stroke, he bore down and finally sank to the
hilt. He held still long enough to sweep his hands over my breasts with a touch
so possessive I had no choice but to surrender. Then he returned his grip to my
hip bones so he could hold me still for his pleasure.

I was at his mercy, and he showed me none. He pounded his
hard cock into me with all the focus and determination he was capable of. The
plump head felt like polished stone as it raked back and forth, causing my
pussy to constrict around the shaft in mind-numbing waves of pleasure. I could
feel the desk rocking beneath me and heard a pencil cup take a fall somewhere
above my head.

He was as unpredictable as he was skilled. Hard, staccato bursts
of humping were followed by long, deep strokes that had my sheath clutching and
dragging at his cock. I never knew which I’d get next. My pussy kept clenching
like I was already coming, but I could tell this was only the beginning. The
tension was still coiling. I hadn’t reached the greatest height yet.

He began to take me harder and faster, the slacks he hadn’t
bothered to remove chafing the insides of my thighs. Just when I thought I
couldn’t take any more, something hard and smooth licked my distended clit. I
thought at first it was his finger, but it was far too cool for that. He
pressed the bulbous cap of a metal fountain pen against the erect bud.

The clash of cool metal and hot cock against my most
sensitive nerves managed the impossible. It sent me spiraling up to a higher
tier of sensation. Though I was still blindfolded, I could feel Charles staring
down at where he was taking me. I could picture the gloss of my juices shining
on his dusky shaft beneath the overhead lights.

That image was the last one in my head as my orgasm broke
free. My lips peeled back for a silent scream, and I arched like I was having a
seizure. Ecstasy pounded through me with each contraction of my pussy around
his solid length. He held his cock high inside me until the last pulse faded.

Breathless and wrung out, I flopped uselessly on the desk
when he pulled out. I didn’t even bother wiping the tears from my eyes when he
undid my blindfold so I could see. In an impressive show of strength, he
plucked me up and set me on my feet. He then turned me around so he could strip
off the sticky note stuck to my derriere. I would have laughed if I’d had the
energy.

Awareness returned in a rush when I felt his hard,
cream-covered cock against my backside. I should have known he wouldn’t finish
the first time. Charles was all about power and mastery. He didn’t come until
he wanted to, and he controlled my orgasms just as ruthlessly. It was a point
of pride with him.

“Now hold on to the desk,” he ordered, already bending me
over.

I found myself facing the window.

“I can’t.” My voice quavered as he lined up his cock.
“Charles, I can’t take it.”

He started to press in. “Yes, you can. You’ll take what I
give you.”

With a quick thrust, he seated himself, hitting my G-spot
along the way. I wailed under my breath, unable to bear the overstimulation. My
nerve endings were already raw, and the scrape of his cock over them made them
scream. In this position, his cock felt a foot long, filling me to capacity and
beyond. I was suspended in a realm where ecstasy and agony were
indistinguishable.

“I can’t,” I squealed as he started to thrust. “Not again.”

“Again.” He was insistent as he began to pound into me. His
balls spanked me on every in-stroke. “Just a quickie, baby. Then you can go.”

The arrogance of this statement had me flushing, but I
couldn’t distinguish anger from arousal. His hips made a slapping noise as he
took me, and the whole office reeked of sex. If anyone did look in the window,
I was framed for view, completely naked and about to come undone.

It should have been impossible to climax again so soon. This
second climb up the mountain was definitely more arduous, but I could feel
myself ascending twice as quickly. He didn’t even touch my clit this time,
relying solely on the head of his cock battering that special bundle of nerves
deep inside.

“Please.” My womb was so tight I thought I’d implode.

“Look at that.” He sounded breathless now, grunting as he
plowed me with his cock. “You naughty girl. You left a wet spot on my folder. I
have to show those files to some clients I’m taking out to dinner tonight. I
wonder what they’d think if they knew what caused the stain.”

End game. His words got into my head just as he lunged up so
hard I rose onto my toes. The ripples of my orgasm were slower this time, but
twice as powerful. My pussy squeezed his cock, milking it insistently until he
gave up his cum. His engorged dick kicked inside me and spewed his hot seed
against my womb. He tensed with each new wave of release, spending into my
clutching sheath until he was empty.

A shiver traveled down my spine when he pulled out. He
offered me some tissues to clean up before he wiped his cock and balls and
stuffed them back into his pants.

“You’re right, Fila. That was a nice break. Maybe we should
make this a standing appointment.”

I gave his statement the look it deserved and pulled on my
dress. “Don’t push it.”

“No?” Charles tried for innocent, but he didn’t pull it off.
He crooked his finger to beckon me closer. “Come here.”

I finished slipping on my shoes before I obeyed him. “You’re
lucky I love you.”

“That I am.” He pulled me close and gave me the kind of kiss
that had started all this. “I love you too. And I’ll think about cutting back
on my hours, especially next week since your birthday is coming up.”

“You remembered?” Tender warmth flooded my chest, mingling
with the aftereffects of his lovemaking.

He shot me a grin as he knotted his tie. “Chad reminded me.
Speaking of which, you’d better get going if you want to make it to dinner on
time. I’ll be home late tonight, so don’t wait up.”

I just shook my head. It didn’t look like I’d won the
argument about his working too hard after all. As for making this a standing
appointment, I kissed him good-bye before he could see the temptation in my
eyes.

Unlocking the door, I opened it to find one of my husband’s
coworkers about to knock. I stepped aside to let her in and was sure I blushed
fiery red when I glanced back at the desk. Charles’s computer and accessories
were still on the floor, and pencils and pens were scattered everywhere.

When I looked at my husband, the ballsy man just smiled and
winked at me.

I didn’t dare look at his coworker. Whirling around, I
slipped away and hurried out of the building.

Evening was already falling outside, caught between the
mellow gold of the sunset and the cool tones of impending night. I got in my
car and took off to go have dinner with my other husband.

Although I had to rush from Charles’s office, I arrived at
the restaurant only a few minutes late. Chad and I had agreed to meet at the
local bistro because it was within walking distance of his work, and I had the
second car today.

Chad was employed at a recording studio. He worked
full-time, but his job was just a job to him. If he’d had his way, he might
have been a professional student or artist. The knowledge and skills Genetic
Harmony had instilled, or rather,
installed
in him were not enough for Chad. He was constantly reading and learning new
things, and he enjoyed painting in his spare time.

The bistro we’d chosen was fancy enough my dress and short
heels weren’t out of place, but not so stuffy the men had to wear a jacket and
tie. Overall, the place had a relaxed, intimate atmosphere and good food, which
was all I really cared about. As I walked across the parking lot to the door, I
spotted Chad sitting at one of the patio tables waiting for me.

“There she is.” His smile was joyful and welcoming, and he
stood when I came toward him.

I took his hands in mine and tilted my face up to receive
his kiss. Of the three men in my life, Chad was by far the best kisser, which
said a lot. He always seemed to gauge just the right slant and pressure when he
captured my lips. His kisses were never sloppy, and unlike Charles’s, they had
a definite give-and-take. It was the kind of kiss that made a woman lift one
heel off the ground as she leaned in and let herself get swept away. With Chad,
there was no pricey cologne to distract me—only a hint of aftershave with a fresh,
youthful scent.

His low hum of appreciation sounded like the purr of a
jungle cat. I swallowed the sound and felt it vibrate through my breastbone
before it echoed lower in my body.

Although Chad had no problem with public displays of
affection, he was always careful not to make me uncomfortable. He teased me
with the barest flick of his tongue before he stepped back to give me the full
once-over. I should have been too satiated to feel aroused, but the heat behind
his jade-green gaze ignited tingles beneath my skin.

“
Sei bella
,” he
said in Italian. You’re beautiful. Then in French, “
Je t’adore
.” I adore you. “You have to be the sexiest thing on two
legs in that little black dress, Fila. Absolutely stunning.” He fingered one of
the spaghetti straps.

Where Charles had made me blush with his bluntness and
sexual demands, Chad had my cheeks burning rosy with a different sort of
warmth. “You’re such a smooth talker.”

“It’s no more than the truth.”

That’s what I loved about him. He had a way of making me feel
like the center of his world, like some kind of treasure. His compliments did
wonders for my ego, especially since he looked pretty amazing himself.

He’d grown out his hair until it reached his collar, which
made him look like the artist he harbored in his soul. Either that or a fallen
angel. His skin had a much darker tan than either of my other men, and I knew
from firsthand experience he didn’t have any tan lines. Anywhere.

Chad also had the most ripped body. He cultivated his prime
physique with rigorous workouts—running, biking, weight lifting, you name it.
It was always a treat to see him all sweaty and wearing nothing but shorts.
Better yet, the shorts could easily be removed for a different sort of
aerobics.

He was built for seduction, and he knew it. Even the way he
moved when he held my chair for me was sensual.

He returned to his seat across from me. “I hope you don’t
mind. I took the liberty of ordering us some wine.” He wrapped his fingers
around a sleek bottle of red and splashed some into the waiting glasses.

I caught the name on the label and shot him a coy look
through my lashes. “You know very well I don’t mind. This is one of my
favorites.”

“Is it?” His grin turned teasing.

I kept my gaze locked with his as I lifted the glass to my
mouth. The smooth edge of the wineglass felt cool against my lower lip, and the
bold flavor soaked into my tongue before it warmed my throat on the way down.
The sensation reminded me of his welcoming kiss.

The only things standing between us on the small, round
table were the menus and silverware and a center candle flickering in the
evening breeze. Without thinking, I reached out my right hand to take his. His
larger palm engulfed mine, and I felt the metal band of his wedding ring
beneath my fingers.

“So how was your day, love?”

My lips curved as I took another sip. Images of the
lovemaking I’d enjoyed with Chuck and Charles spilled through me as deliciously
as the drink.

“I’ve had a pretty terrific day,” I admitted. “And it’s even
better now that I’m here with you.”

“Good. I missed you.” He managed a boyish pout that brought
my attention back to his mouth.

I laughed, though the sound came out husky. “You say that
like we’ve been apart forever. We just had breakfast together this morning.”

“Maybe it feels like forever.” The way he stroked the stem
of his glass made me cross my legs. “
Ti
penso sempre, Fila
. I’m always thinking of you. Tell me everything you’ve
done since we were last together.”