Hired Help - Working Stiffs Book One (3 page)

The moment had gone, leaving her panties
clammy and uncomfortable.

She was left wondering if, in fact, there
had ever been one or if she’d imagined the whole thing.

She pulled back and pushed her palm against
his chest with a sigh. “Josh, I’ve just realized what I want.”

“What, Rose? Tell me. It’s yours.”

“I want you to leave.”

“Leave? Are you
kidding
me?”

“No. I’m sorry. I can’t go through with
this. I thought I could, but I can’t.”

“We haven’t even made love.”

Josh’s expression was priceless and if Rose
had been in the mood to giggle, she would have. From a handsomely
passionate seducer, he’d gone to looking like a guppy that had just
gotten goosed up the ass by an electric eel.

She shook her head. “Funny
you should call it that. This isn’t love or
making love
…this is just sex. It’s
like buying an orgasm, and it just hit me that I can’t enjoy being
fucked by a man I’ve had to pay to do it.” She pulled her blouse
back into place.

“Did I say something wrong?” Josh was
wide-eyed with astonishment. “I’ll do whatever you want Rose. I’m
sorry if I…”

“No, no. It isn’t you Josh, and I know this
sounds stupid and trite, but I mean it. It’s me.” She tapped
herself on the chest as she walked back into the front room. “I’m
not the right person to hop into the sack with a stud like you. If
I were, we’d be in there now, tearing up the sheets. I know why my
friends rave about you, Josh, and everything they said was right -
and then some.”

“I…”

Rose stopped him. “Look. You asked me what I
wanted a few minutes ago, and I didn’t know then. Now I do. I don’t
want someone to just fuck me. I’m a woman who needs more when it
comes to getting naked with a man. Someone who is willing to touch
me, not just my body. Someone who will let me touch him back.
Forgive me, Josh. I’m truly sorry.”

For a moment or two there was silence, and
Rose held her breath. She hadn’t wanted to offend him and if she
had…

The music softly played as Josh stared at
her, then shrugged and shook his head. “I don’t get it, Rose, but
if it’s what you want, I’ll leave. You’re a lovely lady and fucking
you would have been a pleasure for both of us, I’m sure.”

“Will I get you in trouble?”

He smiled at that. “No. I’ll go take a break
in the foyer. Watch a little TV or read. We’re not monitored that
closely. Nobody will say anything. Although…” he tilted his head to
one side and looked at her. Really looked at her. “You’re a first.
First woman to ever refuse me.”

She glanced at him, a dart of uncertainty
licking up her spine. “Uh…should I apologize again?”

“No, don’t. It’s probably good for my ego to
get shot down once in a while.” He grinned, looking remarkably
undamaged. “Take care of yourself, Rose. Be happy.” He kissed her
cheek and opened the door.

And he was gone.

For some unknown reason, a lump welled up in
Rose’s throat and she couldn’t hold back a sob as her eyes stung
with tears and the music still played. Once again she was alone.
Even her fortune couldn’t buy her anyone to fill the emptiness she
knew was growing inside her, and it was her own damn fault.

She sobbed again - and the door crashed
open.

“Did he hurt you? What’s the matter? What
did he do?”

Strong arms enfolded her and she stumbled,
finding herself almost smothered as Mel held her tight, then
released her, touching her, checking her out, running his hands
through her hair and then brushing the tears from her cheeks as he
held her away from him and took inventory.

His worried gaze shot from her toes to her
scalp. “Rose. Talk to me. Are you all right?” He pushed a dark lock
back behind her ear.

Overwhelmed at this sudden display of tender
concern, she nodded and stared into his eyes, amazed at the
emotions crossing his face. “I think so.”

“You’re crying. What’s wrong? What can I
do?” He tugged her close again, his strong hands rubbing up and
down her spine soothingly.

The thing was, unlike Josh’s practiced
moves, they weren’t soothing her at all. They were exciting her,
arousing her and she suddenly realized her nipples were tightening
into hard buds against his chest.

“Rose, what can I do?” He rocked her, moving
her in time with the music, although he probably didn’t even notice
he was doing it.

She slid her arms around him and pressed him
closer. “More of this, for a start.”

He froze. “Are you sure?”

She daringly pushed her hips into his
arousal. “Oh yeah. Damn yeah, I’m sure.”

Still he didn’t move. “What do you want,
Rose?” No pretty speeches here, just the simple, loaded
question.

Without a check, the truth spilled from her
mouth. “You.” She smiled. “The first time I was asked that tonight,
I didn’t know the answer. Now? It’s as clear as day.”

She tipped her head back and stared at him,
willing him to understand, to see what she had just learned, what
she’d just discovered. That the man holding her was the one she’d
connected with, bonded with over time, forging a link that had gone
beyond boss and employee and become something more fundamental and
yet more complex.

They were man and woman.

It was as a woman that Rose hungered.

And it was as a man that Mel moved at last,
groaning and dragging her up his body to claim her mouth with his
in a kiss that owed nothing to politeness and everything to the
savage desire they both felt erupting between them.

Then the madness took over.

A powerful tide of excitement swept through
Rose, taking what little breath she had left. Helpless against the
onslaught of firm lips and a probing tongue, she locked her arms
around his neck and strained against him, opening her mouth and
sucking him within. Her body ached for the touch of his, her legs
parted in readiness for what she now knew she desired above
everything.

Someone groaned but whether it was her or
not, she didn’t know. One thing became apparent - it wasn’t enough.
She wanted…she wanted all of him. To hell with their clothes, their
surroundings or even their identities. This was a clawing,
fundamental need that could only be fulfilled by total immersion in
the man holding her.

She wanted to scream at him to slow down so
that she could learn and appreciate the force of his kiss, the
texture of his tongue - all the wonderful ways their breaths were
mingling. She wanted to taste him over and over again until he was
as familiar as her own flavor. And yet she couldn’t stem the tide.
She found herself trying to devour him every bit as urgently as he
seemed to be doing to her.

Desperation crept over her and she tore
herself away from his mouth. “I want you. Jesus, Mel, I never
realized how much I want you.” Her hands went to his shirt. “Get
this frickin’ thing off - “

She tore at the fabric, clumsy and awkward,
blind to everything but the basic urge driving her desires. “I
can’t - “ a button popped, followed by another, “ - wait”, pop, “a
minute”, pop, “longer.”

“Okay, easy boss.”

“I don’t like you saying that. But I know
you’re going to do what I tell you to tonight.”

As his shirt gave up the battle and tore
apart, Mel had his own issues with Rose’s clothing. Her soft blouse
easily fell away from her shoulders, but there were no buttons or
fasteners. “How do I get this thing off you? Where’s the zipper?”
He fumbled and tugged the fabric.

“No zip. Pulls up over my head.” She frowned
as she forced her fingers away from his chest.

“Oh fuck this. Sorry, Rose. I’ll buy you a
new one.” With hands that never hesitated, he grabbed her blouse
and ripped it from neck to hem, pulling the two halves aside and
baring her breasts and the tiny scrap of pink lace covering
them.

When he reached for them, she cried out with
pleasure, loving the firm touch of his fingers and the commanding
flicks of his thumbs over nipples that were alive and super
sensitive to his slightest move. Sharp ripples of arousal arrowed
down to her pussy, electric and devastatingly exciting.

Still trying to get him out of his shirt,
she worked around him, doing her own pulling and squirming. Within
moments they were both panting, helplessly tangled, Mel with his
pants around his ankles and Rose with her bra hanging off one arm
and her skirt unfastened.

She didn’t care that her hair was a tousled
mess, falling over her shoulders and her cheeks. Nor did the fact
that their clothes lay in shredded piles around her bother her in
the slightest.

She just didn’t care. The only thing that
mattered was inside his briefs and with a little sound of joy she
plunged her hands beneath the white cotton to find him hard and
throbbing. Freeing him, she sighed with happiness, stroking him,
sensing his pleasure as his hands firmed around her breasts and he
groaned.

“Mel. I want this inside me,” she stroked
him from the dark nest of curls to the purpling head. “I guess I
have for a long time, but I never realized it until tonight. When I
couldn’t even imagine being touched by or touching anyone else.
It’s been you for a while.”

She glanced away from the wonder of his cock
and looked at him. His eyelids were heavy with passion, his face
flushed. She’d finally bared his chest and it was a thing of
beauty, hard and muscled with just a touch of soft hair narrowing
down to a dark line as it neared his groin. His cock was moving in
her grasp and his balls were firm beneath. She could have eaten him
whole, and yearned to just dive in and wrap herself in him.

“Damn Rose. I want you more than I want my
next breath.”

“Then take me, Mel. Take me. Please…”

He moved, sure of himself, his strength
evident in the way he lifted her and ripped her skirt and panties
away. They spun, her foot catching a lamp and knocking it over.

He never stopped, never even slowed down,
just stepped to the wall, pressed her against it and held her
there, looking at her. “Do it. Do it now. Put me inside you.” His
voice was low and rough, thick with passion.

Rose reached between them and found him, the
drops of pre-cum already glistening at the tip of his cock and
slick against her hand. She had more than enough moisture for both
of them, but knowing he was this aroused sent her body into a
frenzy of urgency.

When she moved him over her clit, it was
like a searing hot branding iron and when he started to push past
her slick and swollen folds she choked back a sobbing gasp of
ecstasy. Her entire universe narrowed down to the place where they
were joined.

He held her easily, her back against the
wall and her legs locked around his waist. She held his shoulders
and looked down, watching him slide between her legs and into her
body. He was watching as well, sharing the amazing wonder of this
unique moment.

And when he was there, buried deep, his dark
pubic hair crushed against her pale shaved mound, they looked up at
each other, lost in the magic sensation. He fit her, realized Rose.
He was big and hard, but he still fit her. Something was allowing
her to adapt, to stretch around him, to accept him as her mate. And
that something swept over her like flames, sending her into a storm
of erotically charged sensations.

She didn’t think there could be anything as
wonderful as what she was feeling right this minute.

Then one powerful thrust of his hips proved
her wrong.

His weight smothered her and she caught her
breath on a gasp. Her brain turned to mush. Oh my God…

He plunged deep inside her, over and over,
so hard she was afraid the wall behind her would crumble. Her body
throbbed where his large muscular frame pressed against it, and she
relished every second, every ache he gave her.

This was what she wanted. No, strike
that--this was what she needed. She needed Mel to take her like
this. Her body was on fire and alive with years of stifled desires
and cravings, now ready to be unleashed. Her fingers clawed at him
as she let her head fall backward.

Mel kissed and sucked at her bared neck,
groaning as he sank balls-deep into her tight sex. “Jesus, I’ve
wanted you, wanted this, for so fucking long...”

His words were muffled against her hot skin,
but she loved hearing him say them.

“I want it all, Rose. Everything.”

Drowning in a wonderful and erotic dream,
Rose spun back to reality when Mel turned them around. When she
tumbled onto the bed and his cock slipped free, she felt the void
within her like a physical pain.

And she cried out with sudden pleasure as
his hot mouth sucked on and seared her slick folds of flesh.

She arched back and succumbed to his sweet
assault, and couldn’t hold back a loud moan of ecstasy when he
slipped his tongue into her pussy. Her clit was engorged to the
point of insanity and she was absolutely certain that any attention
he gave it would tip her over the edge.

The sensation of his head between her thighs
was incredible - uniquely erotic, stimulating and completely
unexpected. Again she yearned for a week to explore this moment, to
learn how wonderful his ears felt as she squeezed her legs, how
soft his hair was against her skin.

He groaned, sending shockwaves up her spine.
She was so close. Having a man’s mouth on her pussy, and making her
come with his tongue, was something she had always enjoyed. It was
uncomplicated--nothing but hot pleasure. And Mel was very, very
good at it. In fact he was too good.

Every neuron in her brain lit up like a neon
sign. She felt a barrage of sensations, a deluge of erotic
explosions. She couldn’t think, couldn’t focus - could barely catch
her breath as Mel sucked and probed and found new places to tease
and arouse.