Moving quickly, I hit the light switch and activated my pint-sized disco ball, setting the room off in reflective light as Olivia rang out through the office. The atmosphere quickly morphed into my chosen scene as I started my apology ballet.
Nate’s laughter was instant as he moved from behind his desk, his emerging face completely expectant as I raced around the office in my roller skates, white knee socks, and my off the shoulder dress with a slit up both thighs. Nate stopped at his doorframe, his arms crossed while his laughter echoed.
Don’t trip. The point is to look sexy here, Stella.
“What in the hell are you doing?” Nate said as he shook his head.
“I’m apologizing,” I said as I tried to gracefully disappear around a corner and appear again, the way Olivia did in the movie. “Magic” started to play as I finally rolled up in front of him.
“For what?” he asked, looking down at me with softened eyes full of amusement.
“I drink too much sometimes,” I said, rolling back and forth in front of him, pushing off his chest only to skate back to him.
“Stella,” he said as his eyes glittered. “Most people drink too much sometimes.”
“I just . . .” I shrugged as he leaned down and took my chin in his fingers.
“You just what?” he whispered.
“I just. I’ve been thinking and . . . I think I want to start our story now,” I whispered back, before I leaned on my bright orange stoppers and wrapped my hands around his neck. The look on his face was a priceless mix of emotion and need. Indigo eyes searched mine as he cupped my face. I will never forget the way he looked at me, like I was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen before he slowly fused our lips. His kiss was gentle until my first moan spilled, and then it became a whirlwind. He had us reversed in seconds, me against the doorframe, his tongue opening me wide as we tangled in a kiss that obliterated any doubt.
“Nate,” I moaned, my nipples drawn tight, pulse racing.
“Jesus Christ, baby, did you lock the door?” he rasped out before he bit my bare shoulder and trailed the pads of his fingers up my thigh.
“Yes,” I said as he ripped himself away, his breaths coming out fast.
His wheels were turning. He didn’t want to reduce us to an office fling, but we both knew better. I could see his decision before he said a word. “Fuck it.” We collided, hot mouths, tasting tongues, my moans and his groans. I was twisted to face his door, my skirt lifted as he gripped my throat and turned my lips to his. He slid his hand between us as his tongue stroked mine in the most thorough of kisses. His fingers dipped below my panties and he found me slippery. I shuddered as he gently massaged my clit with a single finger. I was shaking limbs in seconds.
“I’m . . . come,” I said, breaking from his mouth. His blue eyes watched me as I burst in his hands, my breaths coming out hard, the wave hitting so fast he had to keep me from buckling.
“More. You told me to ask. More. Right now.” His eyes pooled as he grinned down at me, finger dipping low while I recovered my breath.
“You’re so damn beautiful falling apart on my fingers. I need you on my cock, now.” He flicked his wrist and it was instant. He swallowed my orgasm as he pinned me to the door. I melted into him, my heart thundering, my cries muffled by his need to feast.
“Nate,” I said breathlessly, as he ripped me from the door and pulled my dress—in one sweeping movement—over my head. I stood bare in roller skates, socks, and white, string-bikini style panties I had worn just in case. I untied the sides and they fell between my skates.
“I’m officially fucked,” he said as he moved toward me, a skilled predator, hungry. His mouth found mine, possessive, scalding as he lowered me to the desk and spread me wide. He practically ripped his tie away before he unbuttoned his shirt, his eyes blazing a trail from the top to the tip of me. His etched chest rose and fell as I trailed my eyes down to the V just above his slacks. Nate was solid muscle, chiseled and pebbled, and after his shoes came off, his pants and boxers hit the floor. I gasped at the sight of him pumping his cock as he watched me squirm on the hard surface of the desk. “Wider, Stella,” he ordered as he fisted himself. His eyes fluttered briefly before he pulled a condom from his wallet and sheathed himself. Leaning over, he didn’t hesitate as our eyes locked before he buried himself in one solid thrust.
“Oh my God.” I reached for anything I could as he sucked my nipple hard before he withdrew and thrust back in. My back bowed off the desk, and I fought to lift my legs with the weight of the skates. Nate pulled my body up easily, his fingertips biting into my flesh as he fucked me like we were at war. Lust dripped from his eyes as sweat trickled down his chest. He swiveled his hips, opening me further as I felt the build start to catch. With one more thrust, I was screaming his name.
“God, goddamn,” he swore as he tore through me, his hips picking up. He was so deep, all I could do was scratch and tear at his arms as he wasted us both.
“Stella,” he said reverently, as he buried his forehead between my breasts and rolled through his orgasm, his body shaking minutes after we both came. We lay in a sweaty heap while I ran my fingers through his hair.
“That escalated quickly,” I said with a soft laugh.
He looked up at me with a sleepy grin. “I can’t feel my legs.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“Think you can roll us home?”
“Doubtful, mine are going numb, too,” I said. “Please take them off.”
Pulling up his boxers, he picked up one skate and placed it on his thigh, unlacing it before he removed the other.
“This was without a doubt the strangest music to have sex to. You’re such a weirdo.”
I laughed as the Electric Light Orchestra sang “I’m Alive”.
“You will love it, eventually.”
“I guess I better get used to it,” he whispered as he massaged my foot before he gripped my hand, helping me into a sitting position. We had destroyed his desk and papers were strewn everywhere.
He slid my dress over my arm, leaving hot, tongue-filled kisses on my breasts and neck before he covered them up. He pulled the dress so it covered my lap.
“This was not a sex soundtrack. It turned into one because of you, you horny old man.”
He gently gripped my chin. “I’m going to go clean up.”
“K.”
“Don’t sit here and think woman thoughts, okay? You’re taking the right side tonight.”
I bit my lip and nodded with a smile. He went to the bathroom, and I straightened myself out and refastened my panties. I sorted through the paperwork and was close to putting it in some sort of order when I felt his arms slide around me. “That was some first kiss.”
“It was,” I said, turning to face him. It never failed. I always hitched my breath a little at the sight of him. I hoped that never stopped. “I meant it, you know. It’s been a crazy year, and I’ve been all over the place, but I’ve done nothing but think about what you said to me for days.”
“Stella, if you think there’s a fucking chance in hell I’m letting you get away after that, you’re crazier than the lady who just roller skated into my office.”
“Same lady,” I said with a lip twitch. “It was a fantasy of mine. I figured if you went for it, you’d be worth a shot.”
“Best Halloween ever,” he said with a grin.
“I brought you some candy.”
He swept his lips across mine. “Just keeps getting better.”
Trouble
COLDPLAY
New Year’s Eve
“I wish I was there to kiss you,” Nate said, his voice full of regret.
“Yeah, well, you suck,” I teased. “It’s fine, Nate. Paper comes first. It has to.”
I dug myself deeper into the couch as I watched the ball drop.
“Ten, nine, eight, seven, six . . .” we said together as we rang in the new year. He was in Chicago meeting with some ad execs and wanted to get a head start on introductions before his meetings. He was courting them while I was left to pine for him on my couch. I hadn’t given him a single ounce of crap for it. He was taking care of both of his women in some capacity.
“Did you feel that kiss?”