Obession by Design (8 page)

A
thought occurred to her about how the program worked to control weather, but
she shoved it aside as his mouth moved to her breasts, suckling them and gently
biting them. She writhed against him, moaning, grasping his soft hair in her
hands. Shivers ran up and down her spine as he traced his tongue between her
legs once more. “I can’t possibly taste fresh right now,” she said.

Emmett
raised his head and gave her a droll look. “I like the way you taste.
All warm and funky.
I know you’ve been thoroughly fucked and
are ready for me again, and that excites the hell out of me.”

She
bit her lip as he returned to licking her pussy, slowly, torturing her with
long strokes. She was going to come again before he got inside her at this
rate. He didn’t make her wait long. Sitting back on his heels and grinning down
at her, he slipped his dick into her pussy and fucked her lazily. Each thrust
sent delicious sensations deep inside her, and soon she was whimpering and
begging him to keep going.

“I
won’t stop until you come, sweetheart. I love to watch you do that.”

That’s
all it took. The orgasm started slow but deep, and as Emmett’s thrusting grew
more urgent and hard, the contractions radiated out to her entire body until
she was nothing but a quivering mass, totally at his mercy.

When
he came, he cried out loudly, and then fell over her, kissing her neck over and
over. “That was fucking amazing. Now, I’m ready to sleep.”

He
pulled out and rolled her onto her side. Then he lay on his back and pulled her
close, wrapping his strong arms around her.
Liane
smiled, listening to his breathing as she drifted off to sleep again, more
content than she’d ever been. A great adventure in her life had begun, and she
couldn’t wait to see where it led.

Chapter
Eight

Emmett
and
Liane
strolled into the office around noon. She’d
had breakfast with him at his place, and then he’d walked her to her new
apartment. He’d waited while she showered and changed clothes, and it had taken
every ounce of self-control not to join her in the shower. When she emerged, he
watched her dress for work until she told him she was uncomfortable.

He’d
explained that she needed to get used to it, and asked her if she’d consider
moving into his place for a few days. She looked so conflicted that he’d
dropped the subject, but it nagged at him now, even as they walked into the
elevator holding hands.

He
was moving too fast for her.
That much was obvious, but why?
Because she didn’t trust him?
That seemed unlikely
after last night. She’d told him all her past sexual experiences, so he knew
him asking her to move in wasn’t a trigger.

Now
that he’d had her, there was no going back. Didn’t she see that? He wasn’t
trying to overwhelm her, but she simply didn’t understand him. When he found
something he wanted, he went after it until he got it. It wasn’t complicated.
He wanted
Liane
, and he would have her, no matter
what he had to do.

He
had a video conference set up with the other Weathermen at two, and asked
Liane
to join them so he could introduce her to everyone.
He also told her he’d want her to sit in on each of their weekly meetings where
they shared the names and other similarities they found within their own
message boards and websites.

After
introductions were made, Ace shared the news that he and Harper had set a date.
They were getting married in
NorthCentral
six months
from now, so he told everyone to keep the day open. “I expect you all to travel
here for this. It’s going to be one hell of a party.”

“I
hope you don’t think you’re setting an example for each of us,” said Kane, his
voice full of humor.

“At
least I don’t have to travel to another city to see you get married,” said
Blaine. He, too, was smiling. Blaine Parker owned Clear Channel Industries,
which distributed media and music content via subscriptions for roughly half
the cities in the world. Of all of them, Blaine was the one they’d easily vote
most likely to never settle down.

“Might
do you some good to watch a wedding in person,” said Addison. Addison Carlyle
owned Carlyle Imports. His company employed most of the procurement teams that went
above ground to search for items their customers wanted. Because his losses
were so high, he charged a fortune from his clients and kept twenty percent of
the fee even if the team didn’t make it back with the item. His contract for
each item was ten pages long.

Ace
took all this good-natured ribbing with a triumphant smile on his face. Emmett
had never seen his friend look so damn happy, and decided he wanted to look
that blissful one day, too. He glanced toward
Liane
,
who looked like she wasn’t sure what to make of the men. When she caught him
watching her, he winked and she smiled. Surely that was a good sign.

“All
right,” said Emmett, rubbing his hands together. “Let’s get down to business.”

“Before
we go any further,” said Dominic, “I have some exciting news. Merrick has found
Rob Marin.”

Emmett
waited while the excited chatter reached a crescendo. Merrick Anderson was
Dominic Greco’s lead IT specialist. He’d been instrumental in helping them
finger Rob to begin with once Harper noticed the similarities in her work for
Ace.

“What
do you mean he’s found him?” asked Kane.

“Bastard
is using a different moniker, only it’s too damn close to his prior one,” said
Dominic.

Harper
had discovered Rob’s username, “Snake Man”, all over the message boards once
the connection was made. Then Ace’s lead IT specialist had discovered the
dumbass used it as part of his systems’ passwords. Not too bright. Because Rob
had been on Ace’s hacker team, he had access to more than one system inside the
company, and he’d used the same password for each of them.
Again,
not an intelligent move.

“Now
he’s using Anaconda Dude, and is bragging about how he fooled Ace for years,
and then slithered away.”

Ace
snorted. “Slithered? Not quite. He was fired. He didn’t leave voluntarily.
Dude’s not too smart, is he?”

“For
a hacker,” said Dominic, “no, he’s not. The chatter around his comments is
others basically telling him to stop drawing so much attention to himself. This
is perfect because the names posting to him are ones we can now focus on more
than others.”

Emmett
cut his gaze toward
Liane
. “Then his will be the
first name we enter in our new database.
Liane
, would
you like to show the guys what you’ve come up with and explain how it will
work?”

She
gave him a look filled with gratitude, and his heart gave an odd lurch again.
As he watched her present the database to his group of friends, he realized how
intelligent and articulate she was, and he was even more impressed with her.
She was so comfortable and sure of her design, and fielded questions from the
group like an expert. He could tell from the looks on his friends’ faces and
from the tones of their voices that they were also impressed with her.

After
Liane
finished, the presentation moved on to each of
them sharing their updated list of names, and then the meeting was over. They
were in Emmett’s office and he knew that no one would disturb them, so he
turned off his monitor and pulled
Liane
onto his lap.

“I
am so proud of you.”

“Are
you now?”

“Yes.
Very.
Although I do think you were flirting a bit with
Dominic.”

She
laughed, and her face colored. “Can I help it if he kept calling my work
awesome?”

He
knew she hadn’t been, but it was so damn much fun to tease her that he played
along with it. “No, you can’t help that, but you didn’t have to keep addressing
him by name and using his company in every example.”

“Well,
he is very good looking.”

“Oh,
I see how it is.” Emmett’s dick was rock hard. He glanced toward the closed
door to his office, and then pushed the intercom for Tania. She answered in
less than one second. “Please be sure that
Liane
and
I are not disturbed for any reason, Tania.”

“Yes, sir.”

Emmett
didn’t give a shit that Tania sounded pissed off. Tania could go and work for
someone else if she didn’t approve. Emmett scooted
Liane
around until she was over his knees, and then he lifted her skirt. “I think you
should come to work without panties on from now on.”

“Seriously?”

“Yes.
Seriously.”
He pulled them down, and she moaned in
such a sexy way that he nearly came in his pants. Glancing around his desk, he
realized he’d have to use his bare hand. “Must remember to bring a paddle to
keep in this office,” he muttered.

“Excuse
me?”

“A paddle.”
Emmett smacked each luscious ass
cheek hard, three times in a row, alternating.
“For when you
flirt with my friends in meetings.”
She yelled and tried to squirm away,
but he held her down with his free hand, and pinned her legs with his right
thigh. “Tania will hear you.”

She
giggled. “I don’t care.”

“Well
I do.” He spanked her three more times on each cheek, and now her cries sounded
more like moans than any from real pain. Emmett was ready to lose it. She was
enjoying this, and he couldn’t wait to get her home later and use a strap and a
flogger on her. “Have you learned your lesson?”

“I
don’t know.
Maybe.”

Oh, lord
. He was only a man. This girl
had no idea what she did to him. “We’ll continue with it later at my place, but
you might not be walking tomorrow.”

“Then
it’s a good thing I can work sitting down.”

“Oh,
Liane
.
You will regret teasing me.”
Despite his hand stinging like a bear now, he swatted her again, harder this
time. Her soft sexy whimper pushed him close to the edge, but he was having too
much fun to stop now. He’d have to hang on a bit longer because he enjoyed
watching her like this.

He
smacked her ass slower now to ease the sting on his hand. Each swat produced a
fresh moan from her, and when he slipped a finger underneath, her pussy was
soaking wet. “
Liane
, have you learned your lesson
yet?” He couldn’t take much more, but at the same time this was more decadent
than anything he’d done in a very long time. He didn’t want it to end.

“For
now I have.”

Oh God!
“Meaning what?”

“Meaning
I think I might forget it again later.”
That
sultry, teasing voice!
Where had she been hiding this wanton seductiveness?

He
caressed her pink ass cheeks, imagining what they would look like later after
he’d warmed them up with a flogger and punished them with a leather strap.
Would she really let him do that? He also wanted to tie her up. The thought of
that made his cock throb to the point of pain, so he helped her stand and then
pulled her close.

The
look of lust and adoration in her eyes took his breath away. She was so into
this, and he couldn’t have asked for more. He kissed her, shoving his tongue
into her mouth roughly and pulling her closer still so he could grab her lovely
ass. He was going to fuck her in there later. He had to possess all her holes.
He wanted her entire body and her soul.

When
he released the kiss, he took his dick out of pants and told her to bend over
the desk. She glanced toward the door once more, but he placed two fingers
under her chin and turned her face toward his. “We won’t be disturbed, and
you’ve earned this, bad girl. It’s part of your punishment.”

He
gave each ass cheek a hard swat, and she groaned again, her eyelids fluttering.
The lust on her beautiful face was like nothing he’d ever seen. “Now bend over
that desk or I will find something in this office to paddle you with, and you
won’t be able to walk back to my apartment.”

“Yes,
Mr. Radcliffe.”

Oh my lord!
He nearly came again. She bent
over the desk, and he pushed two fingers into her pussy from behind, grateful
she was so wet because he had no lube here. He’d have to rectify that situation
as soon as possible.

Emmett
pushed up against her ass and sank his cock into her, crying out loudly as her
pussy walls contracted around him. She was coming already.
Oh my God.
This woman was every damn fantasy he’d ever had, rolled
up into one stunning body and clever mind. How could he help but want all of
her?

Emmett
pounded into her, oblivious of where they were. He didn’t give a shit. She felt
so damn good he couldn’t hold back his own cries, and when he came, it was loud
and proud. Her pussy still hadn’t stopped contracting, and her own cries were
now down to whimpers and soft moans. He reached underneath and played with her
clit until her orgasm finally ended, and then he pulled out.

“Stay
here,” he said, panting. “I have a private bathroom. Be right back.” He’d have
to keep those wet wipes or something in his desk if he was going to fuck her in
here routinely. When he returned, she was where he’d left her, and she smiled
at him with so much tenderness in her eyes that he nearly came again.

He
gently cleaned her with a warm cloth, and then handed her a towel so she could
dry off. When they were both as clean as they were going to get, he pulled her
close and kissed her. She melted into his embrace, and he knew he needed to
knock off early and return to his apartment, because he was ready to fuck her
all over again.

“Get
your laptop and anything else you need to work remotely. We’re working from my
apartment for the rest of the week.”

She
stared into his eyes for long moments, and he held his breath. “Wish I hadn’t
bothered renting my apartment.”

“We
can fix that.”

She
laughed, but it came out as more of a nervous sound than a happy one. “I don’t
know what to say.”

“I’m
moving too fast for you, aren’t I?”

“Well,
it’s never happened like this for me. I don’t know what to think right now, or
how to react.”

Emmett
caressed her face. “Me either. That’s the point,
Liane
.
I never do this.
Never.
I date woman, I fuck them, and
once in a while they spend the night with me. I don’t ask them to bring along
what they need to work from my apartment, and I don’t fuck them in my office on
my desk. I’m actually a very private person, and I’m not uncomfortable being
alone.”

He
watched the emotions cross her face as she digested his words. “So what’s
different about me? How can you know you want me around that much already? We
met two days ago.”