Chance on Love (10 page)

“We have things to do.” He sat back, smiling. “And now that I know you’re not averse to a little workplace fun, I think I just added a few more things to the list.” He regarded her silently for a few moments; the intensity of his heated gaze sent a pang of pure lust to her pussy. “You don’t need a vibrator, Love. At least, not as long as I’m here.”

She arched an eyebrow. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He came around the desk and pressed his cock against her. “Care for a little workplace action right now?” he asked, placing his hands low on her hips.

She closed her eyes and moved her ass slowly, grinding against the hardening bulge in his pants. “You think you’re better than a vibrator?” she asked, slightly breathless, as her eyes fluttered closed. She was still leaning over his desk, thankfully. It provided a way to hold herself steady when her knees threatened to buckle.

“I know I am.” The heat from his body left her as he walked away.

Biting back a curse, Stephanie turned to see where he was going. She smiled when she saw him lock the door, but quickly smothered it and turned back around. Oh yeah, he wanted her. Take that, Carly. She moaned when he resumed his earlier position behind her. His hands eased up from her hips, past her waist, to cup her breasts.

Chance leaned forward, putting his lips next to her ear. “I need you to do something for me, Love.” Her nipples hardened beneath his touch and he fondled them lightly with his fingertips.

“I bet you do,” she said, moving her ass against his stiff cock.

He laughed. Being so close, the sound was deeper, sexier. “That, too. But unfortunately, this
is
work-related.”

She frowned. He’d made her wet and there he was, talking about work. “I swear, if you send me on some shit assignment right now, I will hurt you in ways you can’t even imagine.”

He gave her nipples a light pinch and she gasped. “Oh, I know you would. Lucky for me, it isn’t a shit assignment. I have to meet with corporate and I need my Executive Assistant with me.”

Suddenly interested in this new line of conversation, she turned to face him. “You want me with you at the meeting?”

Chance picked her up and put her on his desk. “Of course.”

Fine, so he was a bastard, but maybe not quite as big of one as she’d thought bef—

“
Someone
will have to field my calls when I’m in the meeting.”

Son of a bitch
. “I really, really don’t like you.” That earned her a smile. “And I’m not going.” That got her something much more satisfying—his grin vanished.

“I wasn’t asking you, Love.”

She sat there, giving him an unconcerned look. “Well, I’m telling
you
. No.”

Chance slid a large, warm hand up her form-fitting, black skirt. He stroked her through her panties. “Oh,” he said, voice low and certain, “you’ll come for me.”

And damn her, she couldn’t help moving her hips as she tried to bring his fingers even closer. They stared into one another’s eyes. “Prove it.”

“My pleasure.” Chance tugged her skirt up. “And yours too, of course.”

She pressed her lips together to keep from smiling. The man was frustratingly arrogant. She had half a mind to knee him in the balls. Then, what little mind she did have left at that point disappeared as he pulled her panties off.

She gasped when he started rubbing her clit. With his other hand, he unbuttoned her blouse. He removed it, and her bra quickly followed. She squeezed her breasts, and ran her fingers over her nipples as he continued to stroke her.

He rubbed a hand over her slick pussy. “Care to feed me, Love?”

Fuck yes.
“Didn’t you just finish eating?”

“I’m still hungry.” Chance slipped a finger into her tight, wet hole. “
This
is what I’ve been craving.”

“Bon appétit,” she said as she lay back on the desk. She closed her eyes when he spread her pussy lips apart. The first warm swipe of his tongue made her gasp.

“Mm,” he murmured, voice low and thick. His tongue laved every inch of her pussy, licking up the wetness and leaving even more in its wake. After driving her wild for a while, he began to focus on her clit. He swirled his tongue around the sensitive bud as she started to jerk her hips up to meet his face.

Stephanie moaned as she fondled her breasts. “Oh, shit, yes, lick it. Harder,” she panted. “Don’t stop.”

Chance flicked his tongue against it causing her to raise her ass slightly off the desk in order to bring his face closer. “You taste so fucking good, Love,” he said roughly.

The thought of how
he
tasted entered her mind and she knew she would be destined to obsess over it until she knew for sure. She bucked her hips against his face even faster, knowing she was on the brink of ecstasy.

Chance moaned as his mouth worked its magic on her. The sound seemed to vibrate through her, and she gasped again.

She squeezed her eyes shut. “Yes, more,” she panted. “Ooh...shit, yes.” He may have been a schmuck, but damn it, the man had talent. She couldn’t deny it.

Stephanie’s eyes snapped open when she felt his tongue swirling around the tight hole of her ass. Chance rubbed her clit and moved his other hand up to fondle her breasts.

“Oh my God,” she said, bucking her hips wildly now.

He stopped licking her long enough to ask, “So you’re coming after all, right?”

She knew the smart ass was talking about the little work trip, but she couldn’t stop herself from responding to what he was making her feel at the moment. She was about to come, all right—hard. “Oh, fuck yes. Yes,” she cried, grinding her clit against his fingers even faster.

“That’s what I thought,” he said.

“Go to hell, you—” And then he started eating her ass out again and all other thoughts were lost. She grabbed a handful of his hair, arching her back as one of his hands fondled her breasts. He increased the pressure his other hand exerted on her clit while his tongue had her bottom-half feeling things it had never felt before.

“Oh God...God.” She was coming unhinged like never before and she didn’t even care. She cried his name as her hips jerked against his face. Shocks of ecstasy rippled throughout her body as she fought to suck air into her lungs. Fine—she had to admit it.

The gorgeous bastard was much, much better than a vibrator.

Chapter 12

Mister’s TGIF crowd was lively. Thanks to Valentine, Stephanie couldn’t even savor the end of the week as she normally did. She now had to spend part of her Saturday doing the same menial tasks she did Monday through Friday. Yeah, tonight called for some serious drinks. After stopping off at home to shower and change, she’d hopped in a cab and made her way to the bar.

She had switched her conservative attire for a casual look, swapping out the skirt for a pair of hip-hugging blue jeans. Gone was her blouse, replaced by a tunic length, black top that hung off one shoulder. She’d completed the look with a pair of black, suede ankle boots and a snug, leather biker jacket.

Stephanie spotted Amber across the room as soon as she entered.

She made her way to the small table and took off her jacket. “You,” she said, without bothering with a greeting, “are on my shit list.” She slung the jacket over the back of the chair before having a seat.

“Me?” She frowned. “Why?”

Stephanie pretended to think about it. “Oh, I don’t know. It could be because you forgot to bring me a latte this morning when you ran to the coffee shop down the street from the station or,” she leaned toward Amber, “maybe it was the vibrator conversation you had with our
boss
.”

Closing her eyes, Amber smiled and nodded. “I was so good.”

Stephanie flexed her hands in order to keep from reaching out and touching her. Roughly. Around the neck. “Don’t help me anymore, all right?”

“Why not? He totally bought it!”

“Right.”

“Hey, Steph, what can I get you?” Lesley, the waitress, asked as she came to stand next to her.

“I definitely need whiskey with a beer back, tonight.”

“Cool,” Lesley said.

“And don’t be afraid to keep those suckers coming,” Stephanie grumbled.

Lesley smiled. “You got it. Anything else for you, Amber?”

She held up her glass. “Still working on this Cosmo for now. Thanks, Les.”

“Wow, somebody’s going wild tonight,” Stephanie said dryly. “Pace yourself.”

She ignored her sarcasm. “So what happened after I left you two? You wouldn’t tell me anything earlier, you brat.” She took a sip of her drink.

Stephanie sat back and crossed her arms. She knew Amber was dying for details, but this torture served her right. Still, Stephanie had been going crazy keeping it to herself. She had to spill. “Well, guess who has to work tomorrow?”

Amber lifted her eyebrows and Stephanie nodded. “Apparently, the boss thinks I could stand to do a bit more phone answering since I have time to diddle myself at the office.”

A man shooting pool next to their table glanced over and smiled.

Stephanie gave him a hard look. “Yeah, I said it.”

His smile disappeared, and he cleared his throat before resuming his game.

“He’s making you work?” Amber sighed. “Not fun.”

“Not nearly as much fun as when he went down on me on his desk, that’s for sure.”

“Whoa,” she said, lifting her hand. “And you led with the work crap?” she cried. “You work in news, woman. Always start with the top story!”

Stephanie narrowed her eyes. “I’m not sure you deserve to know the dirty details.”

“What,” she cried again.

Stephanie had to smile. Amber looked close to tears. She decided to put her out of her misery. After Lesley dropped off the drinks, she got down to it. “I guess your little skit about how needy I was in the sex department tugged at his heart strings.”

“Oh my God,” Amber said wistfully. “He’s so
hot
. A lot of hot guys always make things about themselves, if you know what I mean. They’re not much for giving.”

“Oh, he gave all right.”
And then some.
Stephanie took a sip of whiskey before taking a swig from her beer bottle. Something had to calm her nerves. She
still
wasn’t completely back to herself after their little encounter. Her pussy throbbed every time she thought about how his tongue had felt.

Amber stared into space. “He ate it,” she said to herself. “He actually ate it.”

“He ate
everything
.”

Amber’s gaze snapped to Stephanie’s face and she frowned. “What else is there to eat down there?” She laughed, but stopped abruptly as realization dawned. “Oh... No way! And right there on his desk? Damn.”

Fanning herself, she shook her head as if to clear it. “I guess this means Operation Get a Promotion is well under way.”

“I prefer to look at it as Operation Get What the Hell I Deserved in the First Place Before Sexy Schmuck Came Along.”

“That’s wordy.”

She sneered at her before taking another sip of whiskey.

“Well, girl,” Amber said, looking past her and giggling. “Looks like you have yet another chance at...Chance.”

“I told you to stop with the cutesy puns,” she muttered before turning around. “Shit.” She hadn’t been the only one to change out of the business attire. She never thought she would see the man in jeans, but he wore them now—and he wore them well. He unzipped the leather jacket and shrugged it off, revealing taut biceps beneath a plain, white T-shirt.

Oh yeah, she wanted to taste him all right. Stephanie dragged her bottom lip through her teeth as she stared at the tall, muscular form standing at the bar. Chance looked around the room, and he stopped when his eyes found hers. A wickedly slow smile spread across his lips.

Stephanie whirled around to face Amber. Great. Now he’d know she had been staring at him with unabashed lust.

Amber grinned at her as she scooted her chair back. “I’m gonna leave you to it. Maybe you’ll get some more action tonight.” She winked.

“Please. I’m not interested in spending any more time with that man than I have to.”
I’m dying to get his cock in my mouth, though.

“Sure,” Amber said knowingly. “You might want to rethink that, though. You’ve got competition, after all.”

Stephanie drew her eyebrows together. “Compet—”

Carly, that slut.
She spun around again to get another look at Chance. Sure enough, there she was, smiling up at him like an idiot. Dressed in a tight, white mini-skirt and a low-cut, snug top, someone had apparently missed the ‘It’s January, folks!’ memo.

In Carly’s defense, however, she
did
have a gaudy, faux fur coat draped over one arm. At least Stephanie thought it was faux.

Please, God, let it be faux.
She hadn’t been an animal person since she was just a kid, but there were still some things that turned her stomach a bit. And watching Carly press herself to Chance’s side was definitely one of them.

She faced Amber again and folded her arms. Had that bastard invited Carly here? Stephanie was
so
going to enjoy using him and then dropping him like a hot potato. But first, she was going to use the hell out of him.

Like, ‘seriously have him begging for mercy because his dick can’t take any more’ kind of stuff. In the meantime, she would just try to ignore the pangs of desire that coursed through her body whenever she thought about such things.

That wasn’t going too well.

She took deep, calming breaths. She would just focus on the hate. Focus, focus...

“Here they come,” Amber whispered before standing up and grabbing her drink from the table.

“Do
not
leave me here with those two,” Stephanie said.

“You’ll be fine once you get rid of Carly. And we all know no one sends her running off quicker than you do. Just be your usual charming, sweet self.”

Stephanie flipped her off.

“See? There you go.” Grinning, she walked away.

“What are we coming way over here for?” Carly whined as she and Chance neared the table.

Stephanie cursed under her breath. Of course, she wouldn’t like it over here. It was rather dark in the corners of the bar and the bitch needed a constant spotlight.