Chapter One
Lying in bed, the sheet bunched between her legs and draped
over her breasts, Kat Simmons stared across the hotel room and out the window.
The early Virginia morning sun peeked between two distant mountains and a gauzy
mist hovered over the crests. Though beautiful, the scenery did nothing for
her, failing to bring the peace she needed. Why had she thought solitude would
help? How had she been so stupid as to imagine a little time away from the city
would give her a chance to sift through her problems—a boring life and love
unrequited—then banish them for good?
She needed Dan, missed him, and she’d only been here since
last night. Seeing him every weekday gave her reason to get up and go to work.
Even if they were too busy to talk much, they always spent lunchtimes together,
grumbling about their day or rejoicing at gaining new clients for the
accounting firm. Her life outside of work was full of nothing but waiting for
the hours to pass until she saw him again. God, she had it bad. Had since the day
he breezed into the office, wide smile in place, his cologne scenting the air
and sending every woman into dreamland.
Why had he chosen her as his only work friend? She didn’t
consider herself anything much to shout about. Hell, she didn’t do anything exciting
and her tales of what book she’d read the previous night must have bored him
stupid. Yet he met her for lunch every day and listened, really listened to
what she had to say. For the past two years, she had shied away from
relationships, having found no man who stirred her in the way she knew they
should, the way Dan stirred her just by a look or brief touch. If she was
honest, she’d stopped dating the day she’d met him, and abstinence was driving
her crazy.
Kat sighed, dying for his company, wishing she’d accepted
his offer to join her on this break. As a friend, he’d said. No strings
attached. She’d wanted him to come—god, how she’d longed for that—but it was
him she had to get away from. A distraction, that’s what he was, a beautiful
distraction who fueled her desires and confused her thoughts. Should she be
thinking of her coworker the way she did? Imagining them fucking in the storage
cupboard, knowing any minute someone could happen by?
She blushed, her cunt beginning that familiar ache whenever
she thought of him—of his black hair, a stark contrast to her blonde, and his
sweet brown eyes. He stared at her with such intensity she was hard-pressed not
to kiss him, to ask him to fuck her senseless, making her forget everything but
him and what they were doing. But he didn’t feel the same, she was sure of it.
Nothing in his manner or words gave any indication he’d also enjoy screwing
during the lunch break.
Was that all she wanted?
No. I want him. As my lover.
Kat squeezed her legs together, the sheet abrading her clit
and a spike of desire flaring in her cunt. Her face grew hotter and she closed
her eyes, seeing herself in her work cubicle, hunched over her desk, fingertips
tapping the keyboard.
She smelled him, that distinct, spicy aroma that always
alerted her he was near, and turned. Dan filled the space between the walls,
his broad shoulders almost touching them, his dark gray suit and white shirt
begging to be ripped off. He stepped closer, hand reaching out to touch her
hair, smoothing it between finger and thumb. A lazy smile tweaked his lips and
he cocked his head, a silent question she’d wanted to hear for so long. Kat
rose and faced him, nipples hard and ready, juices moistening her folds and a
wave of lust consuming her.
Dan drew her toward him, their chests meeting, his body
heat seeping through her cream blouse. All thoughts of where they were vanished
and she lifted her face to his, waiting for his lips to brush hers. He inclined
his head, tongue tracing her lower lip, and kissed her, the action soft and so
damn erotic the spiral of a building orgasm burned. He clasped her shoulder
blades,
Lying in bed, the sheet bunched between her legs and draped
over her breasts, Kat Simmons stared across the hotel room and out the window.
The early Virginia morning sun peeked between two distant mountains and a gauzy
mist hovered over the crests. Though beautiful, the scenery did nothing for
her, failing to bring the peace she needed. Why had she thought solitude would
help? How had she been so stupid as to imagine a little time away from the city
would give her a chance to sift through her problems—a boring life and love
unrequited—then banish them for good?
She needed Dan, missed him, and she’d only been here since
last night. Seeing him every weekday gave her reason to get up and go to work.
Even if they were too busy to talk much, they always spent lunchtimes together,
grumbling about their day or rejoicing at gaining new clients for the
accounting firm. Her life outside of work was full of nothing but waiting for
the hours to pass until she saw him again. God, she had it bad. Had since the day
he breezed into the office, wide smile in place, his cologne scenting the air
and sending every woman into dreamland.
Why had he chosen her as his only work friend? She didn’t
consider herself anything much to shout about. Hell, she didn’t do anything exciting
and her tales of what book she’d read the previous night must have bored him
stupid. Yet he met her for lunch every day and listened, really listened to
what she had to say. For the past two years, she had shied away from
relationships, having found no man who stirred her in the way she knew they
should, the way Dan stirred her just by a look or brief touch. If she was
honest, she’d stopped dating the day she’d met him, and abstinence was driving
her crazy.
Kat sighed, dying for his company, wishing she’d accepted
his offer to join her on this break. As a friend, he’d said. No strings
attached. She’d wanted him to come—god, how she’d longed for that—but it was
him she had to get away from. A distraction, that’s what he was, a beautiful
distraction who fueled her desires and confused her thoughts. Should she be
thinking of her coworker the way she did? Imagining them fucking in the storage
cupboard, knowing any minute someone could happen by?
She blushed, her cunt beginning that familiar ache whenever
she thought of him—of his black hair, a stark contrast to her blonde, and his
sweet brown eyes. He stared at her with such intensity she was hard-pressed not
to kiss him, to ask him to fuck her senseless, making her forget everything but
him and what they were doing. But he didn’t feel the same, she was sure of it.
Nothing in his manner or words gave any indication he’d also enjoy screwing
during the lunch break.
Was that all she wanted?
No. I want him. As my lover.
Kat squeezed her legs together, the sheet abrading her clit
and a spike of desire flaring in her cunt. Her face grew hotter and she closed
her eyes, seeing herself in her work cubicle, hunched over her desk, fingertips
tapping the keyboard.
She smelled him, that distinct, spicy aroma that always
alerted her he was near, and turned. Dan filled the space between the walls,
his broad shoulders almost touching them, his dark gray suit and white shirt
begging to be ripped off. He stepped closer, hand reaching out to touch her
hair, smoothing it between finger and thumb. A lazy smile tweaked his lips and
he cocked his head, a silent question she’d wanted to hear for so long. Kat
rose and faced him, nipples hard and ready, juices moistening her folds and a
wave of lust consuming her.
Dan drew her toward him, their chests meeting, his body
heat seeping through her cream blouse. All thoughts of where they were vanished
and she lifted her face to his, waiting for his lips to brush hers. He inclined
his head, tongue tracing her lower lip, and kissed her, the action soft and so
damn erotic the spiral of a building orgasm burned. He clasped her shoulder
blades,
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