Going Deep

I slung my purse on my shoulder, yanked open the door, and made my way to the

office door. Just as I stepped out into the hallway, an arm snaked around my waist and spun me toward the wall. Someone grabbed my hands and lifted them over my head. I tried to cry out, but a mouth slammed over mine, and I would have slumped to the floor if he hadn’t pressed his body against mine to hold me up.

Danny...

He kissed me thoroughly, his tongue sweeping into my mouth, and I reveled in the taste of him again. I’d missed it. I’d miss the smell of him, that cool musky scent that seemed to belong to only him. His tongue touched every corner of my mouth, slid over my teeth, and then he sucked my tongue into his mouth. With each suck of his mouth, my cunt clamped hard on emptiness. His fingers tightened on mine, and his hard cock pressed against my body, so warm, throbbing with the same need I felt.

Finally, he pulled away and put his forehead against mine, staring into my eyes.

“Hi, baby.”

“Hi.”

“I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too.”

Under his spell, that magnetic pull we seemed to have between us, I simply stared into those dark eyes, feeling his breath on my skin.

And then it hit me.

I tugged my hands free and pushed him away. “What are you doing here?”

He shrugged. “Isn’t it obvious? I followed you. The better question is, what are you doing here?”

I pulled my purse tighter against me. “None of your business. Now, if you’ll excuse me.” I started down the hall, but he spun me around.

“I don’t excuse you,” he said, holding me in place.

I cast a glance toward the door for Armor Security. “Can we at least get in the elevator please?”

His gaze slid to the door then back to me. “Shall I go in and find out why you were here?”

My heart lurched and ended up somewhere in my throat. I could barely get the word out, but out it finally came after a choked gasp. “No!”

He twined his fingers through mine and led me to the bank of elevators. He hummed a bit as he pressed the button.

We made it to the lobby in blessed silence, but I knew it wouldn’t last. He put his hand around my waist outside and started down the street. I had no choice but to keep walking with him.

“So,” he said conversationally, “we could play a guessing game, but that’s such a waste of time, and I suck at games. Besides, I have to be at work soon. Why don’t you just tell me?”

He’d never let it go. Thoughts flew through my head so fast I couldn’t even latch onto one. Finally, I just blurted out, “I was meeting my boyfriend.”

He stopped dead on the sidewalk. I waited for the questions to start, but he burst out laughing.

“Honey, I’m your boyfriend.”

“No, you’re not.”

“Oh, I am, and I know you’re not the cheating type. If you’d had a boyfriend when we hooked up for that one afternoon of glorious sexcapades, you’d have dumped him the morning after. Believe me, I can tell a one-man woman once she’s hooked.” He leaned closer and whispered, “And I’ve hooked you.”

“I am not hooked.” My voice had risen, and a man turned from the parking meter and glanced in our direction. He and Danny exchanged a look I couldn’t begin to decipher, but it pissed me off.

“Yes, honey, you are.” He dropped a kiss on my forehead.

I wanted to deck him. “Oh, so you’re that sure of yourself, are you?”

He just smiled and said, “I am. I’m also sure that the best thing to do is tell me what you were doing in that office.”