Chapter 2
CHAPTER TWO
“Risk rake is so rood,” Maria mumbled around a bite.
“Yes, this carrot cake is good,” I laughed. “Linda in HR must have a thing for Pete. There’s no way this is a regular grocery store cake. It’s huge, for one thing, and it’s way tastier. Plus, we always have chocolate or vanilla, but I heard him say earlier that carrot cake was his favorite.”
Maria’s eyes rounded when she realized how closely Linda stood to Pete, which made me laugh harder. People were always surprised at how much I noticed, but it served my interests to play the fluffy-headed blond. I liked being underestimated.
While I debated having a second small piece of cake, I caught the new guy staring at me again. I waited until we made eye contact before I turned away.
“Don’t look now,” Maria whispered, “but the hot guy from last week is staring at you again.”
“I know.” I didn’t bother to lower my voice. “That’s what I want him to do. I haven’t decided what I’m going to say when he comes over.”
“I wish I had your confidence.”
“It’s not confidence; it’s these perky melons of mine. He couldn’t stop looking at them the other day, so I wore a button-down shirt that’s just a little too tight. Horny guys are into buttons for some reason. Plus, I wore this necklace just for him.”
“Your necklace? What’s so special about it?”
It was a simple y-necklace with pearl beads below the y, but the end disappeared into my cleavage. Certain types of men were easy to attract, and I hoped he was one of them.
“Necklaces are an excuse for a guy to stare at a woman’s tits,” I told her. “I can almost guarantee he’ll say something about it.”
“No, he won’t,” she said with a dismissive laugh.
“Wanna bet? If I’m right, and he comments on my necklace, you pay for our next order at Candy’s Coffee.”
“You’re on. I want another piece of cake. How about you?”
We both got another slice. Then Maria and I chatted for a few minutes while she ate, but I held on to my plate.
“Hello, ladies.”
His warm voice settled over my skin like a caress. My nips pebbled at the deep rumble. I’ve always been a sucker for a deep voice and a big boner. Unless he stuffed his pants, his anaconda was as excited to see me as my pink taco was to see him.
Down girl. He’s gotta work for it!
I took a bite of my neglected cake and watched as Maria and he made small talk. Poor Maria was terrible at meaningless chit-chat, and their conversation was stilted. My eyes roved over his broad hands and muscular body until they dropped to assess his assets. Yep, he was the real deal alright.
As their conversation floundered, I made eye contact.
This time I held his gaze while I licked my plastic spoon clean like the dirty, nasty girl I am. My tongue swirled around the neck of the spoon the same way I hoped to do to his thick length soon.
When I dragged the bowl of the spoon through my shiny red lips, his eyes darkened with lust. Oh, yeah. It was just a matter of time before he fed the hungry kitty.
I set the spoon on my plate and batted my lashes at him with false innocence.
“Sorry my mouth was full. I can’t get enough of this creamy deliciousness. It’s so good I want to lap it all up.”
Maria coughed to cover her laughter.
“Hi. I’m Bryan,” he said with a cocky grin.
“I’m Jessica.”
As soon as I set my plate on the table in front of me, his eyes dropped to my chest where my nipples already stood at attention. Thinking about shining his pole got me horny already.
“I like your necklace, Jessica.”
I allowed myself a small smile, but the real victory would come later.
“Thanks. It’s one of my favorites.”
I liked how it danced when a guy railed me from behind, but we weren’t quite ready for that conversation. A quick glance at his crotch confirmed that we were on the same wavelength.
If we met anywhere but work, I would have my hands in his pants already to test out his joy stick. As it was, I was ready to move this conversation along.
“So, Bryan, what are we doing on our first date?”
His teeth flashed, and Maria excused herself. As focused as I was on bouncing on that dick, I paid scant attention to her farewell. I’d apologize later.
Bryan and I moved closer to each other.
“Straight to the point. I like it,” he said in that low, sexy voice.
I couldn’t wait to hear him order me around.
“Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about it already,” I teased. “I thought about it all night last night while I was in my bed.”
My fingers played with one of the beads on my necklace, which drew his eyes back to my cleavage as intended.
“Yeah, ever since last week, I’ve wanted to find you alone.”
My heart rate sped up.
“Me, too. As soon as I saw you, I knew I wanted to… connect. What did you have in mind?”
“My roommates are throwing a kegger all weekend. We could start there.”
He leaned closer, and his cologne enveloped me. The musky scent teased my senses. Another peek at his straining cock, and I fell deeper in lust with him.
His words washed over me. The deep timbre of his voice shot straight to my clit, and it took me a moment for the words to register.
What? I wrinkled my nose.
“A kegger? That’s not my scene. I was thinking something a little more intimate.”
“Intimate, huh? You want to be alone with this big fat cock, don’t you, baby?” he asked.
I checked the break room, but no one was paying us any attention. This was a little more direct than I was used to, but Bryan was also a few years older than the guys I went for. They’d been disappointing lately, so maybe it was time for a new approach.
“Yeah, that’s what I want.”
With a satisfied smile, he crossed his powerful arms. Damn, I’d never been with such a muscular guy before. It was one more thing that made my nips tingle.
“My old frat brothers throw one hell of a party, baby.”
His voice was persuasive, but I wasn’t convinced.
“I’ll take you to pound town, and then we can get wasted with them,” he added.
“The parties are loud. Nobody would even know we were playing hide the salami unless you want them to. But you know, a sexy, bad-ass bitch like you might enjoy a little party time and fooling around while we party to get your juices flowing.”
I shook my head and leaned back. Maybe this was a mistake. I’ve had sex in a back room during a party before, and it was more exciting in theory than practice. And I had no interest in public foreplay.
“No, I don’t think I would enjoy that very much.”
Bryan’s smile turned naughty. He gathered a lock of my hair and rubbed it between his fingers before he tugged on it.
“I could make you like it. Tease you, wind you up until you’re dripping and panting for my geyser cannon. Then spread those thick thighs of yours and work you over until you’re begging me for it. I’m a fucking pile driver, baby. You want this cock? You’ll take it however I give it to you.”
I barely refrained from rolling my eyes. He thought he was some sex god.
But after another glimpse below the waist, I revised my opinion. His erection tented his pants, and he was even bigger than I first thought. My pussy throbbed as the prospect of being stretched and filled by that monster cock.
Most of the guys I’ve had sex with were average to slightly above average. I might not have another opportunity at a massive schlong like his anytime soon. Even if his dirty talk left a lot to be desired, I needed him to slam my clam until I couldn’t walk.
“I’m eager to spend some quality time with you, Bryan,” I let my eyes linger on his cock to drive home my meaning, “but I’m still not interested in a drunken frat party. Maybe we’ll have to plan something for another time.”
I bit my lower lip seductively and looked up at him through my lashes.
“What about your place?” he asked.
“Ugh, no. My roommate’s sister is staying with us in the living room, and she’s loud and obnoxious and always in my business.” I sighed. “Maybe this just isn’t meant to be.”
“No, dammit, I’ll figure something out.”
His eyes scorched me. At this rate, I was going to have to run to the ladies’ room to frig myself in order to get through the rest of my shift without humping the furniture. Not exactly library appropriate.
“Party’s over,” Linda from HR called out over the cacophony of a dozen conversations. “Those of you who are on shift should return to your duties.”
Several people groaned their disappointment. I was both relieved and frustrated.
“Guess we’ll have to finish this conversation later,” I said lightly.
“I’ll find you.”