Holt's Holding (5 page)

“I’m so sorry; please tell me, you’re ok?” I asked
franticly.
 
I was both shocked and
embarrassed, that I had knocked him fully to the ground. All that I could hope
for is that I
hadn’t
injured him.
 
My appraised what my eyes could not see.
 
Running them against his chest, searching for
his shoulders, damn this man
was built
.
 

He said nothing and sounded like perhaps he was laughing?
Yup
, definitely laughing.

Trying to get up, and adjust myself, I saw the small glow
of my phone above what I could assume was his head. I pulled my hands above his
and lost my grip…

Oh shit, he just got a face full of my breasts.

“Shit…I should just extend an open and standing apology.”
Embarrassed was an understatement of how I felt.

He laughed, and his hands…wow brawny hands landed around my
hips…more like on my ass, which was pretty exposed.
 
I felt his hands linger a bit longer before
proceeding to moved down my thighs…shit my dress was around my waist.
 
His touch was like tiny electrical shocks on
my exposed flesh.
 
His touch was smooth
and heated.
 
Oh, shit I could feel myself
getting aroused.
 
I could tell he was feeling
every detail of my body as if his eyes
were attached
to his fingers.

Thank god, it was dark down here. If someone were to see
this, it would look extremely bad, hell; I was pretty much straddling this poor
man. Moreover, if his hands kept up this erotic movement against my skin, I
would undoubtedly
cum
.

“No need,” he offered obviously amused “You’re pretty
light,” he added.
 
Adjusting slightly,
the pooling ached at my center, as it was clear his arousal was now pressing
directly into my clit.
 
Oh, lord, I could
tell this man
was more than endowed
, blessed would be
a better description.
 
I needed to move
myself off him and quickly!

I rolled off him and sat up. I was too afraid of trying to
climb off him. Slowly, I pulled myself up to my feet; I could hear him
wrestling himself up.

I turned and slammed myself up into his chest.

“Yeah, invoking my open apology.”

It was so dark that I
couldn’t
truly make him out. Again he laughed.

My body trembled as his hands dropped to my hips.

I was about to put him in his place when I realized he was
pulling my dress down.

Shit, I had forgotten that my dress now rose to my waist.

My cheek still pressed to his chest; I sensed that he was
much taller than I was. My hands rose up his forearms, and around his
biceps…wow, he
was built
, and the material of his
shirt was like heaven.

What thread count was it?
Definitely
expensive, his cologne…very nice!

Curiosity had me engaged; perhaps it was my now blossoming
need. Sucking in a deep breath, taking more of his scent, I was more than just
a bit curious, I was desperately aroused.
 
Damn, I needed to
get
laid!

I wondered what he looked like. It was too dark to tell,
but I suspected he must me somewhat attractive; he undoubtedly took exceptional
care of himself. Most unattractive
guys
didn’t put a
lot of effort into the details.

I felt his hands on me, holding me to him.
 
His face leaned
down,
his lips grazed mine and paused.
 
I could
feel his breath on me.
 
Panic, fear and
anticipation caught me frozen in his hold.
 
The
unkown
pulled at a longing in me.
 
The feel of his body pressed to mine, his
lips so close to claiming the one part of me I
wouldn’t
willingly give to anyone, yet I was tempted.
 
In the darkness of a dingy storage room, I wanted to let go for the
first time.
 
The word circled my head
like an alarm.
 
No.
 

Finally, I moved my head slightly freeing both of
us,
from whatever it was that had us frozen.

“Shh
,…
do you hear that?” He
whispered down into the side of my neck. I could make out an accent in his
quiet tone…still standing up into his arms and chest, I stilled myself
listening to hear what he heard.
 
Any
distraction would be a good one
at the moment
.
 
His hands still pressed around me holding me
with such
care?
 
This was weird.
 
His touch against
the lowest part of my back, reminded me of what it should feel to
be held
by a man whom cared for you.
 
A man that owned you.
 
Owned.
 
The simple thought had my shudder in his,
reminding me to listen.

“Oh shit,” I whispered. Did I just hear someone moan?

I silently laughed into his chest. Damn, he smelled good.

“I think I now understand why anyone would be down here,”
he offered.

“Clearly…to get off.”
I
smirked then laughed once more.

“I’m Lillian,” I offered finding my invisible mask, pulling
away from irrational desire.

“Sebastian” he whispered.

My phone buzzed. It was enough to give me a little light,
but only on the floor. I pulled from him but still
couldn’t
see his face.
 
The loss of his heat, his
touch had my body needing his more than before.

“I need to get that as my purpose down here was simply to
fetch something.”

“Please don’t let me keep you.” I needed to center myself
as I was without question taken with a complete stranger, sight unseen.

Bending down, I picked up my phone
;
a missed call from Brady.

Noticing the original reason to my visit down here, I
picked it up the long tube. Turning around to where my mystery man stood, I
used the light from the phone to illuminate my stranger, and he was gone?

Where did he go?

Within a few seconds, the backup light now decided to come
on.
 
They only provided a little bit of
light; however, it was enough to lead the way
out
.

The moaning seemed to increase causing me to shake my head.

I need not witness whatever was going on.
 
It was obvious, two people were having sex,
and I
didn’t
want to intrude. Walking from the storage
room, I made my way back to the elevator doors.

Stepping into the bright elevator, my mind
was clearly caught up
with Sebastian.

Shit…I needed to
get
laid. Between
over hearing it and the way his body felt…yes, I needed sex.

The rest of the day seemed to fly by with me fantasizing
about a complete stranger, oh and of course my
roommates
brother.
 
I was seriously having a
miserable day.

Focusing on work, I had few more emails to answer to, and
then I could wrap up here and head for a long awaited and seriously needed
happy hour.

Looking to my laptop, there were two
Im’s
, one from Sam, and the other from the conference room.
 
Oh, shit. That means my earlier comments went
to someone else.

Shit, I had no clue to whom.

Pulling open the window, a standing message showed from the
conference room:

HRCFRM-how was the basement?

Do I reply or not?

Hmm …

I knew I
shouldn’t
, but curiosity
had me peaked.

-interesting

HRCFRM: -how so?

-Lights went out, and I fell off the ladder.

HRCFRM:-bloody hells are you ok?

I knew immediately this
wasn’t
Sam.

-lucky for me, I had a very strong man to break my fall.
Can I add that he was wow?

HRCFRM:-and who might this man be? This “wow”

-I think he said his name was Sebastian, who knows it was
dark.
I’m
sure had someone walked in, the sight of me
straddling him with my dress around my waist, wouldn’t have looked all too
innocent.

HRCFRM:-is that all that happened?

-What are you implying?

HRCFRM:-well you were straddling him?
And
obviously he’s “wow” which leads to my question.

-Nothing happened beyond my breast landing in his
face.
 
It was dark and though I might
need to
get
laid I don’t have sex with just
anyone.
 
Especially in
the basement!

HRCFRM:-basements can be fun and having sex in the work
place, it adds to the excitement.

-are you suggesting I should have slept with him?
 
I mean he’s obviously built, he smells
great.
 
Perhaps, I should go back down
and find my mystery man.

HRCFRM:-NO

-confused…. I thought
that’s
what
you were implying?

HRCFRM:-I was talking in generalities; I
don’t
think this Sebastian is your type.

-Have you met him?

HRCFRM:-yes,
he’s
not for you.

-Really?
I
think he just might be.
 
He definitely
peaked
my arousal.

I found myself sitting back and laughing to my last
statement.
 
Ok this could be fun, whoever
this was, clearly,
didn’t
like this Sebastian
character.
 
However, who in the hell was
this person on the other side of this conversation with me?

-ok fun has been had,
who the hell
are you?

HRCFRM:-who did you think I was?

-Honestly, I truly
don’t
care who
you are, as I’m done with providing you entertainment.

HRCFRM:-Since you
don’t
know then
I believe I might like it that way.

-you are clearly a man,
that’s
obvious, I’m guessing your part of the new ownership.
And
three, unless you want to be honest. This chat
is done
.
 
I’m
a busy woman and
have no time to waste playing games useless games.

HRCFRM: - I would say
I’m
impressed, but You’re a smart woman, and I expected you to figure this out
quickly; however, I did find this entire conversation amusing.
 
Games are fun Lillian.
 
Mutually beneficial.

-Glad to bring you some entertainment. I think
you’re
more like a scared little man, games are for
children.
 
On that
note.
Enjoy the rest of your day.

HRCFRM:-You definitely intrigue me Lillian.
 
Feisty, I like that, before I let you out of
this chat, had it been me you were on top of, I can promise you that your need
would have been handled immediately.
 
I’m
skilled at knowing what a woman wants and how she wants
it. Nor am I a little man.

-Well, obviously your ego is extraordinarily large. I doubt
you’re
my type.
I’m
more than
capable of having my needs handled on my own.

HRCFRM: - doubtful Lillian, I think
I’m
you’re your type more than you realize.
 
Perhaps,
I’m
too much for you to handle.

Wow, ego check!
 
I
can’t
believe this
man!

-ok you need an ego check.
 
I’ve
yet to come across a man to be true to
that point.
 
You clearly
don’t
know me very well as you wouldn’t be making such
statements.
 
I’m
sure by tomorrow my needs will be handled to my satisfaction. Enjoy the rest of
your day.

I closed down the computer fully noticing the time.
 
Whoever this person was, they were certainly
an ass.

Happy hour seemed like such a fabulous idea right now.