Tempted Again (21 page)

“Do you have claustrophobia?” He was so close his warm breath bounced off her mouth.

She didn’t have claustrophobia. She had the hots for him. That’s what was wrong with her.

He kissed her and she was a goner. She melted the instant his lips touched hers. He moved so she was backed up against the elevator wall, his body pressed against hers. His tongue tangled with hers and his hands slid beneath her sleeveless top. He stealthily undid her front-fastening bra, freeing her breasts to caress them with skillful care and fierce passion.

She liked it. She liked everything he was doing to her. No, not just liked.
Loved. Adored. Wanted more. Much more!

Her body throbbed with pulsing need. So was his. Her thin cotton skirt did little to hide the feel of the bulge beneath of his jeans. The denim barrier was like a magnet, drawing her hand toward it. She tugged his shirt from his jeans and slid her fingers against his washboard stomach. She stood on tiptoes to better align herself to him, allowing her pelvis to rub against his.

One of his hands remained on her breast while his other lowered to cup her bottom. He inched her skirt up until his fingers were pressed against her bare thighs and her silky underwear.

She protested his other hand leaving her breast but only briefly as he used it to bend her knee and rest her leg against his, opening her to the feel of his fingers entering forbidden territory.

She threaded her fingers through his hair, guiding his
mouth to her breast where he stroked her nipple with his skillful tongue. She tilted her head back as he worked his magic on her, his fingers gliding inside her body to find the enticing wet warmth of her inner passageway. His movements set her on fire inside and out.

He began with an intimate butterfly-light probing before caressing her clit with his thumb while his fingers thrust her into a world of wild pleasure. The walls of her vagina clenched and vibrated with the force of her orgasm. She held on to Connor as she was consumed with surges of sexual energy that burned brightly.

He reluctantly removed his hand and his mouth from her body.

Marissa moaned her protest at his withdrawal.

“The lights are back on,” he said gruffly. “The elevator is moving.”

He smoothed her skirt back into place.

The elevator bumped to a gentle stop on the lobby level. Marissa returned to earth with the speed of a missile landing. Her body was still experiencing tiny aftershocks deep within her. She crossed her legs tightly, which only made the detonations deeper.

“Are you guys okay?” the building security guard asked as the elevator doors opened. “A building transformer blew but we finally got the backup generator going.”

Marissa frantically looked around the elevator to see if it was equipped with surveillance cameras. Thank God it was not.

She should have checked that out much earlier, before Connor got beneath her skirt, and her guard, to send her shooting off to another universe.

“While you’re here, Sheriff, I’ve got a question about the building’s security,” the security guard said.

Marissa saw her chance and she took it, heading straight for the nearest exit, her bra still unfastened.

“Wait,” Connor called out but Marissa made a break for it, praying her demon car would start. It did, and then played “Crash and Burn” by Savage Garden.

“I know, I know,” she told the car. “I get it, okay? I’m not going to crash and burn again.”

*  *  *

“The fridge Nazi hits again,” Jill dramatically exclaimed as Marissa walked into the staff room for her lunch break the next day.

“What happened?”

“He or she is getting bolder. They took my salad. I think they took your lunch too.”

Marissa looked over her shoulder. Sure enough, there was no sign of her bagged lunch.

“It’s one thing to throw away leftovers or confiscate someone else’s water bottle, but this has gone too far.”

“Do you have any idea who’s doing this?” Marissa asked. She’d have to hit McDonalds on her lunch break now. Maybe she’d skip the double cheeseburger and just have several batches of fries. It was that kind of day. She hadn’t gotten much sleep last night. Instead her body remained on heightened hormone alert, wanting more of the intense pleasure Connor had given her in that elevator.

“I don’t know,” Jill said. “Some of the other staff members think it might be someone outside of the library.”

“Outside?”

“One of the kids in your teen group.”

“This area is restricted to staff members only.”

“Yes, but it’s frequently not locked.”

“The fridge Nazi was around before I started the teen group,” Marissa said.

“True. You’re right.”

Marissa hated that her teens were automatically first on the suspicion list. Their meeting tonight was scheduled to be a wrap-up of their Rhubarb Festival fund-raising event. Marissa had all the money locked in a cash box in her desk drawer. The total came to the grand amount of $140.99. It wasn’t as much as Snake had hoped for but more than Tasmyn expected.

“I think you should all come with me when I present the check to the Literacy Group. We could take a picture and put it in the library newsletter.”

“Can’t we just mail the check?” Molly asked. “I don’t like having my picture taken.”

“Me either,” Tasmyn said.

“I can Photoshop the picture and make us all look good,” Nadine said.

Tasmyn and Molly didn’t look completely convinced.

“You already have Jose’s and Red Fred’s photo for their awards at the Rhubarb Poetry Jam. Put that in the newsletter,” Snake said.

“I plan to.”

“Jose had to apologize to his grandma for taking the Lord’s name in vain,” Snake said. “She had a bad cold and couldn’t come to the festival.”

“It was her first time missing it,” Jose said.

“But she was okay about the rest of your poetry?” Snake said.

Jose sidestepped the question by saying, “She was pleased that I won first prize. No one in my family has ever won a prize at anything before.”

“Same here,” Red Fred said.

“Was your mom pleased with your award?” Marissa asked.

Red Fred shrugged. “She didn’t say.”

“You told her, didn’t you?”

He nodded. “She has a lot on her mind right now. There’s talk that they might be laying people off and she’s worried about losing her job.”

“My mom is worried about her job, too,” Molly said.

“I wish I could be like that guy who started Facebook,” Snake said. “Then all your moms could come work for me and they wouldn’t have to worry about money anymore.”

“Yeah, that would be nice,” Molly said. “I wish that could happen.”

Marissa wished she could do more to help them all. They were just kids. They shouldn’t have to worry like this. And some of them, like Tasmyn and Jose, also had to deal with moms who had drug addictions. Tasmyn was staying with an aunt who had four kids of her own while Jose, whose mom was incarcerated, was living with his grandmother.

All Marissa could do was be here for them, defend them and provide moral support and friendship. And chocolate. She passed around a bag of small chocolate Mars bars. “We need to celebrate.”

“What are we celebrating?” Jose asked.

“Our success at our first festival,” Marissa said.

“The Corn Festival is next month,” Jose said.

“We’ll make an even bigger splash there,” Marissa predicted.

*  *  *

Marissa met her mom and sister in Book Park across from the library after work the next day. She found her mother spread-eagled on a huge blanket on the ground. Her sister joined Marissa and exclaimed, “Oh my God, Mom’s collapsed!”

“I have not collapsed,” their mother protested.

“Did you faint? Is it your heart?” Jess knelt and bent over to put her head on their mother’s chest to listen for a heartbeat.

“That’s not how you check a pulse.” Marissa knelt on the blanket and put her fingers on her mom’s wrist. “Stop smothering her, Jess.”

“Relax, girls. I didn’t faint and my heart is just fine.”

“If you’re fine why are you lying flat on the ground?” Marissa said.

“I’m not on the ground. I’m on a blanket that’s on the ground. And I’m watching clouds.” She tugged them both down to lie beside her. “No one has time for this anymore. They’re all rushing around with headphones in their ears listening to their iPods or talking on their cell phones. No one stops to just be in the moment and enjoy the simple pleasures of watching clouds.”

Although it was a little after five, there were still several hours of daylight left and plenty of cumulous clouds to view. Marissa knew she should be worried that someone from work would see her, but somehow she couldn’t ruin the moment.

“We used to do this as kids,” Marissa said.

“You need to do it as adults, too,” her mom said. “Look
at that one.” She pointed a little to her right. “See the way the sunlight is hitting it so brightly against the blue of the sky?”

“The one just below that looks like a penis,” Jess said.

“Ladies,” Connor said looking down on them. “Everything okay here?”

Marissa hadn’t seen him since he’d given her an orgasm in the elevator forty-eight hours ago. She refused to sit up and let him know how much his arrival had thrown her.

“We’re watching X-rated clouds,” Jess said.

Seeing his suspicious frown, Marissa said, “No, we’re not drunk or high. We’re just living in the moment. It’s a family thing.”

“X-rated clouds are a family thing?” he asked.

“Yes,” their mother said. “Do you have a problem with that?”

“No, no problem. Enjoy your family thing, ladies.”

As he walked away, Jess said, “He has a nice ass.”

Marissa was horrified, even if she agreed. “Shut up! He might hear you.”

“So?”

“So…” Marissa turned to her mom. “I thought you called us here to talk about Jess’s birthday party tomorrow?”

“I thought we’d start now with the cloud gazing. I think there’s going to be a great sunset in an hour or two.”

“It doesn’t get dark until at least nine o’clock,” Jess said.

“Do you have someplace else more important to be?” her mom said.

“As a matter of fact, I do,” Jess said. “It’s my birthday eve and the Roberts brothers are taking me out.”

“Which one?”

Jess smiled proudly. “All three of them.”

“What about your party tomorrow?” their mom asked.

“What about it?”

“You’re still planning on coming, right?”

“Sure. But I may have to leave early.”

“How early?”

“Eight,” Jess said.

“But we’re not even starting until seven.”

“I’m good at eating and running,” Jess said.

“Yeah, I know,” Marissa said.

“You’re just upset that I have a date and you don’t,” Jess said. “Unless you’re bringing the hunky sheriff tomorrow night?”

“I thought it was only for family,” Marissa said.

“You can bring a date if you want,” Jess told Marissa. “Right, Mom?”

“Are the Roberts brothers coming to dinner? I have to buy more food if they are. Is the sheriff a big eater?” their mom asked Marissa.

“He’s not coming,” Marissa said.

“Did you even ask him?” Jess challenged Marissa.

“No.”

“Wimp.”

“Brat.”

“Girls, please behave,” their mom said. “Look, there’s a cloud that looks like the peace sign. It’s an omen that we all should get along.”

“It looks more like a pitchfork to me,” Jess said. “Or another penis.”

“I give up,” Marissa muttered, getting to her feet. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Marissa went home and ate a bowl of ramen noodles along with a salad. She’d just finished washing up the kitchen when Connor came knocking on her door. She knew it was him because this time she checked the peephole.

“Why did your mom just call and invite me to your sister’s birthday party?” he said.

“What did you tell her?”

“That I’d get back to her.”

“What’d you say that for?”

“Because I thought I’d check with you first,” he said.

“You should have told her no.”

“Why?”

“Is this your way of paying me back for spending time with your family?” Marissa demanded. “You’re going to crash my sister’s birthday party?”

“I was invited, so I wouldn’t be crashing.”

“You shouldn’t be attending, either.”

Connor said. “You know the more you tell me not to do something, the more it makes me want to do it. I’m just saying.”

“And I’m just saying that I don’t want you there.”

“Why are you afraid of spending time with me? Is it because of what happened in the elevator?”

“Nothing happened.”

“We almost had sex. You had an orgasm. In an elevator. I can refresh your memory, in case you forgot.” He stepped closer.

She put her hand on his chest. Big mistake. She could feel the warmth of his skin beneath his shirt. Another chambray shirt like the one he’d worn and she’d unbuttoned in the elevator.

“That’s not necessary,” she said.

“So you do remember.”

“Yes,” she said. “And it’s not going to happen again. Good night.” She firmly closed the door on him and the temptation he provided.

*  *  *

Marissa’s very first memory was of seeing her sister shortly after Jess was born. “You lucky girl,” her mom had been telling her for nine months. “You’re going to have a sister of your very own!”

“I don’t want a sister,” Marissa’s five-year-old self said. “I want a Barbie.”

“You can have both. If you’re a good girl.”

Marissa had been a good girl for the most part ever since then. Her sister, Jess, on the other hand, had always been hell on wheels. One of Jess’s favorite activities as a toddler had been to put her arms around an eight-year-old Marissa and say “Love you!” right before yanking hard enough on Marissa’s hair to bring tears to her eyes.

Jess was turning twenty-three today, and she still had a way of getting to Marissa with that combination of sisterly love and trouble.

It didn’t help that Jess walked in the front door with a tiara on her head. “The birthday girl has arrived!” She struck a pose that would have done Heidi Klum proud. “Is that homemade red velvet cake I smell?”