Worth Waiting For (7 page)

Brock let go of her
hand, brought his out of the water, and put both arms around her waist. She
knew she shouldn’t be encouraging him but Kate placed hers around his neck.

His cock pressed into
her belly like it had on the boat.

I have to stop this...
She pulled away.

They stood looking at
one another again, neither of them saying a word.

“You know this is
wrong?” Kate asked.

“Why,
because you’re my boss?
I think we both know we’ve
got something between us. Have since the first time we set eyes on one
another.”

She couldn’t deny
that, so she simply nodded and wouldn’t give in to a verbal response.

“So I figure if we
have sex and get it over and done with, it will take the edge off our obvious
physical attraction, and after we’re done we can go about our business here.”

It makes perfect sense. Why didn’t I think of that?
“You’re right. Let’s just go for it,” she said.

Before she could say
anything else, Brock had backed her up against the wall.

“Don’t know about you
but I don’t think I can make it upstairs to a bed,” said Brock.

She had to agree
because her panties were already drenched and walking would be downright
uncomfortable.

He gave her a quick
kiss. “You and your ex ever done it right here against this wall?”

Kate shook her head.
Knowing that was how he was going to fuck her excited her all the more. She’d
never done it standing. The thought of him thrusting into her with her ass
against the cold tiled wall made her heart beat faster.

Brock slipped his
arms around her waist again and pulled her in closer. He kissed her while
letting one hand drop down her body so he could yank her dress up until it was
bunched around her thighs. His fingers crept up her leg and then underneath the
lace edge of her panties.

Any minute, he’d know
and feel how wet he made her.

Brock stopped kissing
her. “I want to see your face when I do this to you.”

He pushed her panties
to one side and his fingers went through her curls, finding her clit in no
time.

If Kate was to take a
guess, she’d say Brock had fucked more than his share of women, which brought
about mixed emotions. It thrilled her because it meant he’d know exactly what
to do to please her. Yet it scared her because it was the guys who fucked often
that were most likely to break your heart, the love-them-and-leave-them crowd.
Sure, she and Brock had an
agreement
that this was going to be a one-time thing to get all the tension out of the way,
but what if she wanted more once they were done?

Brock circled her
clit, slowly at first and then faster before letting his finger ease down into
her folds to tease the entrance of her pussy. He tapped the very opening of her
slit.

Kate could feel her
cream slipping from inside her and knew he must, too. The panties were in the
way and she wanted him to have full access to her. “Rip my panties off me,” she
said.
Wow, surely that’s hadn’t come from
my mouth. I was once known as innocent Kate.

“You
sure?
They feel pretty, not to mention expensive.”

“I’m positive.”

He reached between
their bodies and gave one hard tug. There was the sound of the lace ripping,
and then a cool breeze kissing her skin as Brock tugged the material away from
her mound. It turned her on like she never would have thought possible. In
fact, the whole thing was so liberating it made her brave and brazen, sexy
almost.

This time she took
the initiative. Kate put her arms around his neck, took his mouth, and
playfully bit, pulling on his bottom lip as she spread her legs for him. “Go to
work on me,” she mumbled against the skin of his lips.

“Yes,
ma’am.
Whatever you want.”
Brock rubbed a circle around her slit before letting his finger plunge inside
her.

He pumped her a few
times, but it wasn’t doing enough for her tonight. She wanted his cock inside
her, and soon. Condoms…she didn’t have any. Oh dear God, if they had to stop
this and go to a pharmacy she’d lose her mind.
“Brock?”

“Yes?”

“You have condoms?”

“Always carry one in
my wallet.
In my back pocket.”

She let out the
breath she’d been holding. Lucky thing one of them was the always-prepared
type.

“So, boss lady, if
you want to put your hand in my pocket and get it out while I continue to work
on your pussy that would be perfect.”

Kate made a couple of
attempts to reach back there, but he was bringing her to the edge of climax and
she had to stop to breath. She panted, lifting up on her toes, pushing her
bottom against the chilly wall. She closed her eyes, wanting to go there but
wanting to savor every second at the same time.

She groaned and threw
her head back, bumping it on the wall as her orgasm took her. It had been
fantastic, so much better than the one brought on by her hand earlier that
morning. She suddenly felt relaxed.

“How you doing with finding
my wallet?” asked Brock

That’s right, wallet…condom.
Kate
reached behind his back again, slid her hand into his pocket and tugged at the
wallet. She opened it up and saw a condom tucked in one of the side slits and
pulled it out.

The words
extra large
stamped across it made her
swallow twice. She’d had a quick view of his dick while he’d been on the boat.
It had looked pretty spectacular even without being erect. If the bulge pushing
against her belly was anything to go by,
extra
large
wasn’t an exaggeration.

The sound of Brock
pulling down the fly on his pants almost made her orgasm again. She couldn’t
wait for what was in store for her.

He took the condom
from her.

She wanted to glance
down to get a preview but something told her that being taken by surprise was
so much better.

He hitched up her
dress some more and then lifted her right leg and wrapped it around his upper
thigh.

Kate took a deep
breath and closed her eyes as Brock slid his cock into her. Oh, wow.
Him
buying extra large condoms had nothing to do with
conceit or wishful thinking. Her pussy was stretched to the max. She groaned,
feeling him touch every inch of her vagina.

“You have one compact
little pussy. You okay?”

“I’m great.
Never better.”

Okay, she was lying
somewhat. It was a tad uncomfortable but once she relaxed again it started to
feel really good. Kate put her arms around his neck as Brock began a slow but
steady rhythm, plunging into her.

They kissed as he
picked up intensity.

Already feeling so good.
Her butt hit the wall and her skin brushed against the ice-cold
tiles as Brock went deeper and faster.

Who would have
believed that only a few days ago her new neighbor, and yeah, holy crap, now he
was also one of her employees, would be fucking her quite like this?

Her nipples throbbed
and were so
hot,
Kate was convinced they were on fire.
And as for her pussy, well, that was burning too.

Brock nipped at her
neck as she lifted her chin
up,
seeming to know at any
second she was going to go over the edge. She was about to demand he fuck her
faster and rougher, but he seemed to read her mind.

Her back and bottom
continually bounced against the wall as his body slammed into hers, and his
cock plunged deeper and harder. She’d be bruised but she didn’t care.

Kate screamed out,
almost going cross-eyed when she climaxed. She hoped she hadn’t been as loud as
she thought. She ran her hands through his hair, knowing by his pants and
groans he was on the verge, too.

He kissed her neck as
he found release, shook for a few seconds, and then went very still, groaning
deep in the back of his throat.

They both stood
looking at one another, not saying a word for a few minutes until he finally
pulled out of her. “How was that?” he asked.

“It was fantastic.”

“Yeah, I think that’s
what we both needed. Now we should be able to go about our business without any
of that tension between us.
Nothing like a good fuck to clear
the air.”

Kate nodded but
didn’t really believe that. Okay, it worked for some people that
was
true. It might have even worked for him, but in her
opinion, the air was more charged and the great fuck had done nothing to dispel
the sexual electricity that hung between them. In fact, she was ready for
another round of sex with Brock already.

He yawned and Kate
couldn’t help but yawn, too.
Why are
yawns so contagious?

Brock handed the
ripped panties to her.

She took them, hoping
this wasn’t really the end of their impromptu sexual encounter.

“Well, if you don’t
mind, I think I’m going to turn in for the night.”

Crap, it’s over. He’s going to bed.

“Sure,
no problem.
I probably will, too. I’m beat all
of a sudden.”
Liar,
liar.

“Good night, then.”

“’Night.”

He was gone, walking up
the stairs before she could say another word, not that she had anything else to
say.

Kate closed her eyes.
She’d made another stupid mistake.

Chapter Six

Brock wanted to smack
himself up the side of the head. What had he been thinking? First of all, he’d
let a woman distract him yet again. Maybe his dad was right; he couldn’t keep
his dick in his pants. But the old man would have to agree with him that Kate
was the exception. No guy, not even his perfect step-brothers could keep it
zipped up and their cocks inside their tighty-whities if they’d set eyes on
her. She was quite something. If you could go to heaven without dying then he’d
been there tonight.

She really hadn’t
deserved him pushing her body up against the wall and pounding into her. She
was the type of woman whom you carried upstairs, set carefully down on the bed,
and made slow, sweet love to. However, he’d been so desperate to get inside her
it was do it or lose it there and then.

Although it wasn’t
his first choice of locations and positions, he hadn’t been disappointed. She
was wet, tight, and luscious. Normally, it was always only about the sex when he
fucked a woman but for some strange reason he found himself wanting more than
that from Kate. The reason he’d been so matter-of-fact with her after they’d
done the deed was because he’d suddenly been thrown for a loop. He couldn’t
figure out how to fight the
let’s go
upstairs and cuddle for a while
sort of feeling that had flooded his mind
and body. So instead he’d been all business, complete with a false yawn, and
I’m going to bed, see
ya
!

Brock flopped onto
the mattress. Truth was he wanted her in this bed. He wanted to make love to
her in a romantic way and not one of his one-night-stand ways. He didn’t know
her that well, but got the sense that she was kind, sensitive, had been hurt by
her ex, and he should have known better.

He closed his eyes.
Sleep was the furthest thing from his mind. He heard the door across the way
open and shut. The thought that only a narrow hallway and two closed doors
separated them scared the shit out of him.
Lock
your door, Kate.

Maybe he should go
back to the boat, small amount of water on board or not. Maybe he should quit
his job tomorrow and go back to being neighbors. Yeah, a casual wave when they
saw one another.

Brock ran his hands
through his hair. Usually he could fuck them and leave them, but that didn’t
seem an option where Kate was concerned. Shit, it wasn’t only his dick that had
gotten him in a mess this time, but maybe his heart, too.

***

For the second night
in a row, Kate couldn’t sleep. This time it wasn’t an outside storm that kept her
awake at 2 a.m. but the one swirling around in her head. She threw the covers
off the bed.
 
It was Brock’s fault. He’d
worked her up. She was only human and she knew what she had to do. The solution
was simple.

She jumped out of bed
and marched to the door, throwing off her nightie in the process. Brock had
gotten her in this worked-up state so it made perfect sense that only he could
make it right.

She made her way
across the hallway, opened the door to the spare room, and went inside. The
light from the clock on the bedside table cast a glow over the bed. He was
asleep but hopefully he wouldn’t be for long.