Danny
I believe you have my coat.
“Danny? Did you hear what I said?” Jen leans across the table to shake my hand.
“Just a minute,” I say, staring down at the phone. I can see her typing.
I’m assuming this is Danny. Yes, it’s here.
The typing dots start appearing again.
Do you want me to give it to Tristan?
I sit up alert. Hell, no. What’s she playing at? Is she threatening me?
Definitely not. I’ll collect it this evening.
I could have told her to bring it to work. Or give it to charity. I have a hundred other coats.
I’m busy this evening.
I stare down. Jealousy spikes through me. What’s she doing? Is she with a bloke?
Busy all night?
She types, then stops, then types again. Nothing comes through.
Will you be home at 10pm?
“Danny?” Jen says louder, pouting at me across the table.
The phone pings, and I exhale heavily, satisfied with the response.
I type back.
“Sorry,” I reply sheepishly. “I’m distracted. I need to swing by the office after dinner this evening. I’ll get you a separate car home.”
Her eyes widen. “But you’ll come back to mine afterwards, right?”
I sigh. What the hell am I doing? “Sure.”
Charlie
I pull open the shower door and step out into the steamy bathroom. The long shower has done nothing to quieten the shame. Wrapping my wet hair up in a top knot, I wipe the steam from the mirror. My bare, pasty face stares back at me.
I dry off and pull on my shorts and sweater. I couldn’t have put in less effort if I had tried. The last thing I want him to assume is that I’m trying to maul him again. That ship has sailed.
My phone bleeps.
I’m downstairs.
Let’s get this over and done with.
“Good luck,” Cat mouths from the sofa as I walk past, grabbing his jacket.
He doesn’t buzz. I guess he doesn’t want to come anywhere near the flat. I open the door and trundle down the communal steps of the house we share with the lower ground flat.
Taking a deep breath, I open the front door to the house.
He looks down at his phone, a scowl covering his face.
“Hi,” I greet softly as our gaze connects.
His expression softens slightly. “Charlie.”
“I have your coat,” I say quickly, offering it to him.
He takes it, a mild frown crossing his face.
“Listen, Danny,” I start my prepared speech. “I have to apologise for how I behaved last night. It was completely inappropriate, and I deeply regret putting you in that situation. I’m starting to look for other jobs. I’ve even applied for a job in the Cayman Islands.”
“Cayman Islands?” His mouth twitches as he looks down at me. “Isn’t that a little extreme?”
“No, it’s not,” I snap, not appreciating the interruption. “I would also like to plead with you to kindly forget my indiscretion. It was totally out of character for me, and I am quite mortified.”
Until I said it, I didn’t realise how true it was. Tears swell in my eyes.
“It only happens with Tequila then?” His eyes crinkle with amusement. “No Tequila tonight?”
I don’t find it very funny. Don’t play with me, you teasing bastard.
“Don’t laugh at me,” I whisper angrily, facing the floor. A single tear rolls down my cheek, and I wipe my cheek quickly, thankful I’m not wearing make-up.
“Oh, Jesus, Charlie.” He bundles me up in his arms, pressing my head against his chest. “The last thing I want is to upset you.”
“I’m just embarrassed I threw myself at you.” I sniff into his chest, feeling his heated breath on my forehand. “And now I have to see you in the office knowing you think I’m an imbecile who can’t even write a report.”
He lets out a heavy sigh on top of my hand. “I was cranky today. I didn’t get much sleep. Perhaps I was a little … sharp with you.”
“It’s OK,” I sniffle. “You were right to be angry.”
He puts his hand under my chin and forces my head up. “Charlie, I can’t treat you differently at work.” His brows pinch together as he stares down at me. “But you don’t need to be embarrassed. I’m just as much to blame.”
I scrunch my eyes shut. “You rejected me.”
He snorts. “You mean I used every ounce of willpower not to fuck you.”
His hands clamp possessively around my lower back.
When I open my eyes, I see conflict raging through the intoxicating dark eyes.
“You have no idea how attracted I am to you, do you?” he whispers hoarsely. “If you haven’t noticed, the sexual attraction between us is making me a little crazy.”
A smile escapes my lips. “Really?”
“Really,” he replies dryly. “You were close to getting fucked in the boardroom today.”
Shit. My eyes widen.
“Damn, I’m regretting not putting on make-up, and brushing my hair tonight.”
“Yeah, that makes me feel even guiltier.” He laughs wryly. “Since you look about twenty without make-up.”
I close the distance between us, pushing my body against his, and tilt my face upwards, my lips parting slightly.
Kiss me, you damn fool.
The internal battle in his head rages on across his face, and I know what side I’m on.
My hands clench tight around his waist so that his now-erect length presses hard against my lower stomach. With no shoes on, I need to reach up on my tiptoes.
He lets out a slow, tortured groan, then crushes his lips against mine, forcing my mouth open.
Yes. Exactly what I’ve been craving.
The coat drops to the ground, and he takes my head in both his hands, holding me in a grip.
My hands are all over his body, in his hair, over his firm pecs, his thighs, that washboard thick stomach.
I can’t touch it all fast enough.
I reach down and wrap my hand around his hardness, and a low guttural moan erupts from his chest.
“I shouldn’t be doing this,” he says hoarsely, breaking free from the kiss.
My hand wraps defiantly around his cock.
“So you keep saying,” I huff. “But you also said you could give me the best orgasm of my life. Bloody prove it.”
He chuckles, his dilated pupils darkening to almost black.
Without warning, he sweeps me up in his arms and pushes my legs around his hips so that I’m straddling his groin.
I let out a surprised yelp as he starts to ascend the stairs. “Put me down! We’re going to fall.”
Ignoring me, he continues until we reach the top step. “Open the door,” he demands gruffly, his breathing laboured.
“It would be easier if you put me down.” I giggle, pulling my keys from my pocket.
After a few tries, the door opens, and he jolts it wider with his foot, walking down the hall to my bedroom, carrying me like I’m the weight of a book.
He throws me down onto the bed and climbs on top, forcing my legs open with his knee. With the same aggression, he takes the hem of my shorts and underwear and tugs both down together so that I’m naked from the waist down; my heated, swollen pussy exposed.
Panting, I lift out one leg at a time, and he fires the underwear on the floor.
Fuck. Heat pools in my stomach with the anticipation that this is finally happening.
I grind against his knee, creating a damp spot on his suit trousers.
“Widen your legs so I can look at you.” His voice is thick and throaty.
I push my legs against his knees as wide as I can, and he hovers over me.
My lips part, and I let out a small moan as his fingers explore my wet slit.
“Fucking hell,” he groans as his fingers slip. “You’re so tight I’d break you.”
I clench around him.
“Charlie,” he hisses as his eyes grow massive.
His lips crash down on mine, and I wrap my arms around his neck, holding on like my life depends on it.
I moan into his mouth as he circles my opening, teasing me. I grind against them impatiently, wanting them inside. I need his fingers to be deep inside me. I arch my back upwards, thrusting myself into his hand.
“Please, Danny,” I pant, looking up at his giant frame.
He pulls away from my lips and looks down at me. “Yes, say my name, sweetheart.”
The bedroom door creaks slightly as Cat or Julie walk down the hall, and we both look up momentarily.
“Danny,” I cry louder, grabbing his hair with my hands.
Using one hand to keep his weight above me, he widens my legs further with the other so that I’m spread across the bed. Then, watching my face, his index and middle fingers enter deep, thrusting in and out of my wet opening.
I cry out as his strong fingers fuck me again and again, my insides growing wetter with each penetration.
My hands fall back above my head on the bed. I’m incapacitated. I need him to make me come hard. I moan loudly as my pussy clenches around his fingers.
What the hell is happening? I never made noise with Ben or other blokes. Now I’m wailing like a banshee.
“So tight,” he groans, hot breath on my face. “Do you know how good you feel, sweetheart?”
I stare into his beautiful face, his mouth hanging open, any remnant of composure gone. In all his speeches and talks, I’ve never seen him more focused than he is now, never seen this carnal determination on his face.
He catches my stare and pushes his lips back onto mine again, his harsh stubble razoring my face.
My breath quivers as he pushes a third finger into me, quickening the rhythm.
Then he pushes up onto his knees, and his other hand makes its way to my throbbing clit, dying for attention.
“Oh, God,” I whimper, pushing my head backwards into the pillow as he caresses my bud.
The sound of my dampness echoes through the bedroom with his strokes, making him release a low growl.
I’m drenched.
“I’ve been wanting to hear this for a very long time.”
“We’re so loud. Someone will hear us,” I rasp through broken pants.
“Let them hear.” He strokes so furiously a sheen of sweat forms on his forehead.
Aching to explode, I claw at his biceps to push his hands deeper into my core.
“Come for me, baby,” he whispers as my body jerks and spasms against his touch.
“Danny!’’ I cry out. “I can’t take it.” My voice is so high pitched I barely recognise it. My core is so close to explosion it hurts. “It’s too much.”
He kisses my forehead gently. “It’s OK, baby, let it happen. I need to see you come.” He sounds almost begging. His eyes bore down on me, hard and determined, “Scream my name.”
Our breaths quicken together as I feel the eruption of my orgasm bubble to the surface. My legs jerk as I come harder than I ever have before, screaming his name loudly—no longer caring if the whole damn street can hear—and release my juices into his eager hands.
“Yes.” He collapses on top of me, a boyish grin spreading across his face.
My legs engulf his waist, my open wet sex rubbing against his stomach.
I stare up at the ceiling, stunned, as he tries to steady his breathing. We haven’t had sex and he just gave the best orgasm of my life with his fingers. I am so screwed.
There is no point of return from this. No other man’s fingers can compete.
Lifting his head from where it was buried in my hair, he strokes my cheek, and I feel my juices on his hands.
We stare at each other for what seems like an eternity as I wonder what the hell just happened.
“You kept your promise.” I smile softly as he traces a line across my bottom lip. My lips feel swollen and used.
“What do you do to me, Charlie?” He frowns as his eyes scan my face. “I can’t seem to keep control when you’re around.”
My hands trace his sharp, square jaw. “Do you always have to be in control?”
A smirk hovers on his lips. “Yes.”
I open my mouth to give a witty comeback but instead, a nervous giggle comes out. Something about his tone told me he meant it.
“Now, if you’ll excuse me.” He smiles crookedly. “I’ve been bursting to go for an hour. Where’s your toilet?”
“Next door on the left,” I reply, lying back contentedly on the bed.
“Ok.” He climbs off the bed and gives me a loaded wink. “I’m just getting started with you.”
He stops when he gets to the door and turns around. “There’s no coming back from this, Charlie. I’ve opened a floodgate that I won’t be able to close.”
“I know,” I whisper back from my position on the bed.
His eyes travel down my body, naked from the waist down, and he flashes a boyish grin I’ve never seen until tonight.
As he leaves, I lie back in a post-orgasmic trance. Danny Walker’s fingers have been inside me. It was miles better than my fantasies, and I had fantasised about it A LOT.
I stretch my hands out on the bed and hit something hard.
His phone. There’s a message flashing on the screen. I wonder if it’s from Tristan. If only he knew.
It’s from Jen. I sit up, suddenly alert.
I read the message, then read it again … and again.
Thanks for a lovely dinner tonight. Drop by when you’re finished in the office. I’ll be waiting up x
