Sexcapades (13 page)

“Clearly someone thinks so. You’ve been targeted. So have I. They want to take us out of the running to make room.”

“Well, fine. We’ll bring this up to Chris and the committee and let them deal with it.” She could see he was still pissed. “I don’t get why you’re so freaked out by this. Nothing’s changed from a few minutes ago.”

Another tremor passed through him. “I had to stand there and pretend like there was nothing going on between us. I had to stand there and consciously make a point of not beating that asshole into a pulp for touching you, belittling you.”

Petra’s skin tingled and her breasts ached at the possessive tone in his voice. Darcy lowered his head so they were nearly nose to nose. His hot breath tickled her lips as he spoke.

“Maybe I am the Neanderthal you keep telling me I am. Because all I wanted to do was rip you away from them, press you against the wall and kiss you senseless. I want everyone to know that you are off the market.”

Petra was thankful for the wall behind her back, because at that moment her legs turned to jelly. She couldn’t tear her gaze away from his, even as he edged closer.

“Kiss?” She whispered.

“Kiss. Bite. Fuck. Claim you as mine.”

Darcy pressed his mouth to hers, but he didn’t make good on his promise to kiss her yet. Petra closed her eyes and tried to keep up with what was happening, what Darcy was doing to her body with barely any effort.

“When that reporter flirted with me, you were jealous.” His lips tickled hers as he spoke, teasing her with what he held back.

“Yes.”

“You want me for yourself.”

“Yes.”

“If I were to fuck you right here, against this wall, you’d let me.”

“
Yes.
”

Finally Darcy opened his mouth and pressed his tongue into her mouth. Petra groaned, letting him take what he wanted from her. Letting him devour her with his mouth, lapping and sucking at her tongue until she thought she would explode. Neither of them moved to touch the other; the only contact remained lips on lips.

She’d never been kissed like this before. Not even by him. This wasn’t the playful man who’d seduced her without a thought at the nomination banquet. Not even the in-control and competent lover who’d covered her body with wax and fucked her senseless with a vibrator. That had been D. Williams. She thought she’d seen glimpses of Darcy, but now with her back against the wall and a wild man making love to her through a kiss, Petra knew the truth.

This was Darcy
. Possessive and protective, a warrior who’d fight for her, mark her so no other man dared lay claim to her. And damn if she didn’t fall more than a bit in love with him for that.

Knowing she was playing with fire, Petra couldn’t stop herself from needing to break through his control. To hell with the consequences.

Her hands found the buttons of his dress shirt easily and began to undo them quickly. She let her nails scrape along his skin, teasing his chest hair as she went. Darcy growled, but somehow managed to keep his body still, hands planted against the wall.

She pulled back, breaking the kiss, only to lean in and suck on the side of his neck. “You want me?”

“Pet...”

“Did you bring anything?”

“I’m a fucking high-school boy around you. I’ve started carrying condoms everywhere, just in case.”

It took her a second to reach around and retrieve the two disks from his wallet. “I hope to God no one needs this office.”

“I’m not opening that door even if a tornado passes through the building.”

“Excellent.” She began to kiss her way down his chest, pausing long enough to suck on his nipples. “I’d hate to have to stop.”

She was really going to do this? Of course she was. In the short time she’d spent with him, Petra had learned there was nothing she wouldn’t try with him. It was strange and exciting and who the hell was she to argue with the fact he wanted this as much as she did?

She was PC, and for once in her life she really was a sex goddess.

Petra dropped to her knees, her face now in line with the bulge in his pants. “Hello, Mr. Cock.”

“No games.” She looked up and saw that the blue of his eyes had been swallowed up by black pupils. “Not now.”

There was something arousing about being on her knees looking up at a powerful man who was barely keeping it together. She’d done a few stories on BDSM and what women who are curious about it should know, but she’d never experienced anything close to it first-hand.

She instantly understood the appeal.

“What do you want me to do? Show me.”

She watched the emotions flash across his face—surprise, understanding, lust. He slid one hand down and cupped the back of her head, while bracing his body against the wall with the other. Petra waited until he tugged her forward before she tore open his belt and opened up his pants.

The head of his cock was already peeking out from the top of his briefs. A wet patch now coated the top part of the cotton, showing how close he already was. As much as Petra wanted to feel him come in her mouth, there was no way she’d let him leave this office without fucking her. Still, when he tugged on her head again, she went forward with all the enthusiasm she had and sucked the tip of his cock into her mouth.

“Fuck.” He pressed his forehead to the wall. “Just like that.”

He didn’t let go of her, continuing to encourage her sucking on his shaft. Petra gave up trying to do anything crazy with her tongue, and instead opened her mouth as wide as she was able. Darcy groaned and began to buck his hips, fucking her mouth a little deeper with each thrust.

She could taste a burst of his pre-come on her tongue as he increased in speed. As much as she wanted to say something, it was as if her mind had shut off and her body had taken over. Darcy controlled her and she loved it. Over and over he drove into her, and for a moment she thought that might be it, and her dreams of feeling him inside her would have to wait until later.

Darcy pulled back, holding her head in place when she tried to chase his cock. “Get up.”

Her legs had gone a bit numb from kneeling on the cold tiled floor. Not that she had anything to worry about. Darcy practically lifted her up and pinned her to the wall. He made short work of her pants and pushed them to the floor.

“Condom.”

She pressed the small square into his waiting hand. “Quickly.”

Making short work of the wrapper, the latex slid into place easily. Darcy took Petra by the thigh and lifted her leg. “Wrap around me.”

The position opened her up to him, and with a steady press he filled her in a matter of moments.

“Other leg.”

Sure, she knew he was strong, but this? Petra didn’t have time to question it as he reached down and pulled her leg up. Wrapping them around him, she moaned when he held her in place and began to fuck her.

“Oh God.” She bit down on his neck, licked up to his ear and nipped at the lobe. “Fuck me hard.”

The angle had him rubbing against her clit. Her orgasm approached far faster than she would have thought possible, inching closer with each thrust. Her cunt was hungry for him, clenching around his shaft whenever he filled her. She’d never wanted a man the way she needed Darcy. It was scary and sexy, confusing as hell.

He found her mouth again, kissing her hard as he increased their rhythm. Her breasts, still trapped in her bra and shirt, rubbed against him. The friction made her nipples ache and she wanted nothing more than to push it away so she could feel Darcy’s chest against her skin. It wasn’t enough, this primal coupling. She wanted more, now.

“Darcy...”

“Mmm?”

“Desk.”

His hips stuttered on the next thrust. “What?”

“Take me on the desk.”

“Too far away.”

“Floor, then.”

Cupping her ass with his hands, Darcy stepped away from the wall and got to his knees. “Why?”

“Suck my nipples.”

His grin was feral. “Yes, ma’am.”

The tile was a stark contrast to the wall, especially when Darcy yanked her shirt off and tossed it aside. He didn’t bother removing her bra, pushing it up instead. It was Petra’s turn to dig her fingers into his hair, directing his mouth where she wanted it to go. His nips brought a rush of discomfort for a moment before he soothed it away, licking and teasing with his tongue. Coupled with his steady thrusting into her, she knew there was nothing that could stop her orgasm.

Yes, this was what she needed, what was missing to bring her to that precipice. The feel of his skin against hers, the smell of his sweat and desire, the press of his body on her, claiming her as his. Darcy sucked her nipple hard as he reached between them and thumbed her clit. He increased the pace once more and that was all it took.

“Fuck!” Darcy covered her mouth with his hand and she bit down to keep from making too much noise.

The rush of pleasure was too much for her to withstand. Petra’s body seized, her back bowed off the floor as her orgasm possessed her body. Nothing else in the world existed, only him, her and this strange, beautiful connection between them.

“Shit, baby. You’re beautiful.” He kept his hand over her mouth as his thrusts grew erratic. “You’re mine.”

Hell yes!
Petra licked the palm covering her mouth, making sure to dip her tongue between his fingers, matching the beat he set for them. Darcy growled against her cheek, his chin rubbing hard against her.

“Gonna come.”

Petra bit down on his palm once more, this time in encouragement. His other hand had moved to her hip and now squeezed hard as his final pumps into her body grew firmer. Finally, he threw his head back, his eyes squeezed tight and both hands flexed hard against her. Small tremors ran through his taut body until he collapsed on top of her, panting.

She reached up and removed his hand from her mouth, placing it on her cheek instead. “Wow.”

“You okay?” He didn’t move, not to give her room to breathe or to withdraw from her. “Hurt you?”

“I’m good.” Good? God, she was only a few steps away from fucking awesome. “I can’t feel my legs.”

“Shit.” He shuffled to his feet, grabbing the base of his cock so the condom wouldn’t fall off. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine. You can always buy me a motorized cart to get around. A Porsche. You can afford a few, right?”

Petra was in a haze as she righted her bra and found her clothing. The sex between them had always been good, but this had jumped beyond that and into the land of holy-shit-what-the-hell-was-that? “Darcy?”

He’d disposed of the condom and was quickly doing up his shirt. “Yeah?”

Whoa. That wasn’t the sound of a man who’d just had awesome sex. “What’s wrong?”

He spun around. For a moment she thought he was going to snap, but the words didn’t seem to come. Then as quickly as his anger appeared, it faded. “Nothing.” He shook his head. “A Porsche?”

Oh no.
“Darcy, I was kidding.”

“Of course.” He stared intently at his cuffs as he adjusted them. “But you could really use that grand prize, right?”

“Mac and cheese might be a staple of my diet, but there are a lot of people worse off.”

Darcy nodded.

Petra couldn’t quite figure out how things had changed so quickly. “Are we okay?” Because if they weren’t, she had no idea what to do about it. She wasn’t entirely certain she knew what had happened.

He waited until she was done pulling on her own shirt before he came over to her. Using both hands, he fixed her hair, tucking several strands behind her ears.

“Yeah, we’re good.” He wouldn’t make eye contact with her.

That wasn’t right. “But?”

“But, I’m worried that things aren’t happening between us for the right reasons.”

“What do you mean?” Were they breaking up? Could they break up if they weren’t actually dating?

“It means I think we need to slow things down a bit. I need—” He gave his head a shake. “Honestly, I don’t know what the hell I need anymore.”

“Oh.” The euphoria from the sex blew away, leaving numbness in its wake. “I don’t think I understand—”

“I don’t think you should stay at home, though. Have Alice put you up so you’re not alone.”

“Sure.”

Darcy tapped his hand along the side of his thigh. “Why don’t you leave first? I’ll stay here so people don’t see us walking out of the building together. No sense in giving that damned reporter any more ammunition than what he has already.”

Her voice refused to work any longer, so she nodded and made her way across the room. A part of her was waiting for him to say something to stop her. They’d just had awesome, down-and-dirty possessive sex and yet here she was leaving. That was wrong on more levels than she could say.

But Darcy didn’t call out to her when she put her hand on the doorknob. He didn’t clear his throat when she pulled the door open and stepped into the hall. He certainly didn’t come after her as she made her way toward the front door.

No. No frigging way was she was going to leave things like this. Going back to face him, Petra crossed her arms and glared at him.

“I’m not going to pretend I understand what’s going on here. Five minutes ago I would have sworn things were better than ever between us. That was some of the hottest sex I’ve ever had. Yes, even hotter than the kinky stuff. You like to think you’re above other guys, that you’re more aware of what women want. But you know what? You’re an idiot when it comes to analyzing yourself.

“I was kidding. No other man I know, and trust me when I say I know a lot of jerks, would have reacted that way to such a stupid comment. You’ve got these gold digger issues because of something some bitch did to you. I’m sorry for that. I, of all people, get that. I started
Sexcapades
because my ex called me an ice princess whose pussy wouldn’t melt an icicle. But do you know what, I eventually got over it. Slowly, painfully, but I got there.”

Darcy hadn’t moved during her tirade, but he’d grown pale. Good. It served him right for being such a dick.

Petra let her hands fall to her sides, knowing there was little chance Darcy would say anything in response. He’d need time. The question was whether or not she was willing to give it to him.