Resignation (2 page)

“I’m fine, Sol. I was going to leave but…”

She stopped and a flash of doubt crossed her face. He
quickly went to one knee before her, snagging her gaze before she could shut
him out completely.

“I know, Darina. I saw them,” he said quietly.

He was taking a big risk both in using her first name and in
admitting watching her heartbreak unfold. She could easily react in anger and
possibly cost him his job after all. If so, he vowed to find Marc and beat the
hell out of him to gain some kind of satisfaction.

Darina gasped slightly and lowered her head, her lower lip
quivering for a moment. When she looked back up at him, there was moisture in
her eyes, but she smiled.

“I guess hiding in here must seem foolish,” she said
quietly.

Sol shook his head and placed his hand over hers.

“Not at all. I know the bastard hurt you. I wish I could
hurt him for you in return.”

She looked startled by his admission and he cursed himself
silently for saying too much.

“You do?”

He nodded and caressed the back of her hand with his thumb.

“He was an idiot to think he could find anyone to take your
place, Darina. You’re so beautiful.”

She blushed and let out a slight laugh, lowering her head
again. Sol reached up with his other hand and raised her chin. He met her gaze
and ran his thumb over her bottom lip.

“It’s the truth. I’ve thought so since the first time I saw
you.”

She sighed and closed her eyes, her warm breath caressing
his thumb. The sensation raced through him, straight to his quickly filling
cock. He stifled a groan and prayed it wouldn’t be too obvious when he stood.

“I think he prefers blondes,” she whispered.

The pain in her admission called to him and there was
nothing he wouldn’t do to ease it.

“I don’t,” he whispered as he leaned in and slowly pressed
his lips against her tempting mouth.

She opened for him and he took the invitation, slipping his
tongue between her sweet lips with a sigh. She tasted like chocolate and
coffee, his new favorite flavors. He moved his hands to the arms of the chair,
caging her in with his larger body. She leaned in to him and her soft hands
settled on the back of his neck, her fingers sliding into his hair. Her stiff
nipples rubbed him through their clothing and his cock hardened completely. He
didn’t think he’d be able to pull away from her if his life depended on it,
much less his job.

Just please don’t push me away.

He slowly moved his hands to her back, waiting for any sign
she wanted him to stop. It didn’t come, and he wanted to shout in triumph.
Darina pressed her knees into his hips, with her feet pushing into the backs of
his thighs. He pulled her flush against him and moaned as the warm juncture of
her thighs cradled his hard length. She sat perched at the edge of her chair.
He held one hand against her lower back and inched the other slowly up her
skirt. Soon he was gripping her bare thigh as she began to rub against him with
fervor, mewling like a cat.

“Oh, you taste so damn good,” he moaned as he went from her
lips to her delectable neck.

Darina’s grip in his hair tightened. She held him to her
while he nibbled a path from her ear to the tops of her breasts.

“Sol,” she gasped. “The door…did you lock the door?”

It took a heartbeat for the words to penetrate the
lust-filled fog in his mind, but finally they made it through and he raised his
head.

“Uh, no. Just give me a second.”

He abruptly released her, having to catch her as she nearly
toppled out of the chair, and eased her back into it. She laughed and placed
her hands on her face.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to pull you out of your seat.”

“That’s okay,” she replied with a smile.

His heart lightened. He hadn’t seen a genuine smile from her
in months and hadn’t realized just how much he’d missed it. He stood and took
the three steps to the door quickly, turned the lock and tugged on the handle
for good measure. Then he slowly turned back to look at the woman of his
fantasies. He’d only worked for Wellington Consulting for ten months, but in
that time he’d dreamt of Darina almost every night. She’d already been engaged
when he’d met her and off-limits in so many ways. His fantasies were all he had
and they were about to come true.

I’ve definitely lost my mind.

Darina watched Sol look her over as he slowly walked away
from the door. Hunger lit his gaze and it did more for her self-esteem than he
could ever know. To see such a strong, virile, good-looking man like Sol
actually want her… Darina felt breathless with anticipation.

Did Marc ever look at me like that?

She didn’t think any man had. The small voice of doubt
niggling in the back of her mind since Sol knelt before her finally shut up.
Having sex in her office with the security guard would undoubtedly be the most
daring thing she’d ever done, but there was no way she could back out now. She
remembered meeting Sol months ago when he’d first started and she said hello to
him every morning. Knowing he was essentially a stranger only made her want him
more. He wouldn’t know any of her flaws like Marc did, and hopefully he
wouldn’t be comparing her to another woman.

She raised her hands to the buttons on her blouse and Sol
froze mere inches in front of her. She began to undo them, keeping her eyes
locked with his as she pushed her blouse off her shoulders. He swallowed hard
as she kicked off her shoes and stood, before undoing her skirt and shimmying
out of it. It was a hot day so she wore no stockings. The vulnerability of
standing only in her lingerie added to her anticipation. She inwardly thanked
her good sense for wearing a brand-new matching set. Sol appeared to approve…a
lot, if the bulge in his slacks was anything to go by. She remembered the feel
of that bulge as it had rubbed against her and couldn’t suppress a shiver.

“Are you cold, kitten?”

He reached for her and she went willingly into his arms. She
raised her face for his kiss and he plundered her mouth more savagely than
before. The urgency in him intensified and she wondered if he’d wanted her
already when he’d first walked through her door. He kept one hand in her hair
while running the other over the front of her body. Cold air brushed her aching
nipples as he removed her bra in one swift move. He stopped kissing her, but
before she could protest he moved his lips over her breasts. He suckled first
one then the other as she bit her lip and moaned in ecstasy.

“Sol,” she whispered as his hand slipped into her panties.

“Damn. You’re so wet for me. God, do you know how good you
feel?”

His breath burned her wet nipples, making her shiver as she
clutched his shoulders. He was still completely dressed and that turned her on
even more. He moved her forward and pressed her onto her desk. She lay on her
back expecting Sol to cover her with his warm body, but her hands grasped only
air. She raised her head and found him kneeling between her legs, slowly
peeling her panties down and off. Self-consciousness tried to rear its ugly
head as Sol pushed her knees apart to see his prize.

“So beautiful. You’re going to taste just like heaven,
aren’t you?”

She couldn’t find the breath to answer as he lowered his
head and began to lick.

Oh my God.

Her back arched off the desk and she nearly screamed at the
sensation of his tongue laving her most sensitive flesh. Marc had refused to do
this for her and she’d never pushed, feeling guilty for even wanting it. Sol
was making her toes curl and she wondered how she’d ever lived without this
pleasure in her life.

“Mmm, sweet as honey. And so hot,” he murmured against her
skin before returning to his feast.

His tongue stabbed into her in imitation of what his cock
would be doing shortly and she nearly climaxed. She sobbed his name as he ran
his tongue over her clit and then circled it while pressing a finger inside
her. He started pumping his finger in and out, then added a second when she
began thrusting against his hand.

“That’s it. Come for me, baby. I want to lick you dry.”

“Sol, oh, Sol,” she sobbed as her orgasm built with blinding
force.

It had been so long and Marc had never made her feel like
this. As Sol continued to thrust his fingers inside her, he lightly clamped her
clit between his teeth and that’s all it took. She gasped and nearly came off
the desk with the force of her climax. She was gripping his head as an anchor.
Tremors racked her frame as he sucked every ounce of pleasure from her. He
finally sat back on his heels, breathing loudly, but she couldn’t lift her head
to acknowledge him. His strong hands covered hers and gently removed her
fingers from his hair.

Oh wow.

“I guess you enjoyed that?” he asked with a laugh.

She tried to laugh but it came out as a whimper as she
fought to catch her breath. Sol stood and wiped an arm across his mouth before
leaning over her. Her scent on his breath excited her all over again, as if
they’d just begun. He pressed his lips against hers and she opened for him
while wrapping her legs around his waist.

“Sweet Darina. I want you more than I want my next breath.
But we have a problem.”

It took a second to decipher the comment and then remember
how to speak in order to respond.

“Hmm? Problem?”

“Yeah, kitten. I don’t have a condom. I don’t suppose you
keep any in your desk?”

The hopeful look on his face made her giggle and he smiled.
She lifted a hand to his cheek, rubbing her thumb across his lips.

“No, I’m so sorry. I don’t.”

He couldn’t hide his disappointment, but still smiled.

“Sorry? You think I’d like the idea of you being prepared to
have sex in your office all the time? I like the idea of me tempting you into
spontaneity more.”

“Oh, you’re certainly tempting, Sol.”

He grinned and rubbed his hard, cloth-covered cock against
her wetness. She moaned and closed her eyes.

“I don’t know how I’m going to be able to walk out of here,”
he whispered against her neck.

She rocked against him. “I know a couple of ways to take
care of the problem.”