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Old Friends
By DarkNites (jash@kuhub.cc.ukans.edu)
***
Two old colleagues fall into lust with each other.(MF,
affair, work)
***
Adrienne swept across the room in a sea of bronze
brocade. The man she was heading for rolled his eyes
heavenwards but she never saw because by the time she
reached him, he was smiling pleasantly at her.
"Hi Babe," he winked at her. "Still making entrances, I
see." A quick smile flashed across Adrienne's face as
she pirouetted, the fabric rustling before finally
settling down around her. Every eye in the room was on
her, some disapproving, some fascinated, some lustful.
The brocade overcoat was fastened at the waist,
sweeping out behind her in a elaborate train. Beneath
it she wore nothing but a strapless black body suit.
Perfectly respectable, but she still stood out like a
bird of paradise in this genteel world of pressed suits
and demure cocktail dresses.
"Do you like it?" She stood there grinning, knowing
perfectly well he didn't.
"Its, err..very dramatic. But then you knew that,
didn't you."
"Poor Andy," she tucked her arm through his and started
walking him to the buffet. "Someday you'll give up
trying to make me respectable." He snorted.
"Babe, you can wear a burnoose to the next clients
meeting for all I care. Just make sure you keep
churning out those designs."
"No problem. I was lying in bed last night when it came
to me in a flash!" She gestured dramatically before
grabbing an hors d'oeuvre and popping it into her mouth
reflectively.
"Hold on." Andy snapped to attention. "There's someone
I want you to meet," he said as he dragged her away
from the buffet table. She cast a last longing glance
at the food behind her. He walked her over to a group
of navy Armani suits, and tapped the single grey Klein
on the shoulder. The man turned around and his eyes
fixed on Adrienne.
"Garett Rate, I would like to introduce you to..."
"Adrienne, its been a long time," Garett smiled at her.
"You two know each other?" asked Andy, a little
confused.
"You could say that." Adrienne gave him a slow smile.
"We were lovers in college." Andy turned a shade redder
and cast a nervous glance around them, expecting a
fully-fledged scene to explode around him. The
unusually calm note in her voice told him that this was
not going to go well.
"So you are the wunderkind that Andy has been trying to
get me to sell," said Garett taking her elbow and
walking her back to the buffet. "I would have figured
that you would never let anyone handle your own
publicity." His pulse was racing as he felt her soft
skin against his palm. He had never forgotten the
strange energy she possessed but tonight she seemed to
radiate it. The bronze brought out the gold in her skin
and her hair was still the same jet that he remembered.
"Ah well. Things change." She shrugged. "I'm not the
show-person I used to be. I'm happier sticking to
technical side now." Oh God! How did the man stay so
good-looking? By rights, his gut should have been
sticking from between his suspenders. She resisted an
urge to slip a hand under his dress shirt and feel just
what good shape he was in.
"You have changed," he said turning to her. "I've never
seen you with long hair before." Before he could stop
himself, he had drawn his hand through the silky waves
that cascaded down her back. Not a muscle in her face
moved, even though her stomach had started going
through the strangest acrobatics.
"And you look wonderful," he added in a low voice. Her
inner self groaned. That was the voice she remembered
from long nights and early mornings a lifetime ago.
Soft whispers, long velvet thrusts, heat and passion.
Her body remembered too.
He was so focused on her that he couldn't help
noticing, with a sight shock and then pure
exhilaration, that her nipples were erect and straining
against the black material of her body suit. Then to
his own consternation, he felt his own body react.
Damn! She noticed. A wicked gleam crept into her eyes
as she arranged the folds of her skirt to block the
sight of the bulge in his pants from the rest of the
room.
"You don't look so bad either." He felt her gaze travel
lazily over his body and come to rest at his crotch.
The tension in his groin increased, as muscles tensed
involuntarily. This was Adrienne all right. No one else
had ever dared to tease him this way in public. He
wondered whether she remembered that he always gave as
good as he got.
Smiling, he lifted a hand and took the weight of one
firm breast in his palm. Slowly, he let his thumb brush
her taut nipple through the fabric. With a sense of
victory, he saw a mixture of feelings run across her
face as she backed away from him. Then a cool mask
slipped into place, as she offered her hand to him.
"Its been nice seeing you again, Garett but I don't
think that it would be a good idea if you handle the
SRC67 campaign." He lifted a brow in question. "We
didn't work together well in college and I don't think
we would work together well now. I tell Andy that as
soon as I can." He shrugged nonchalantly, even as he
started seething inside.
"If you can't take a little challenge..." he dared her
delicately.
"Yeah Right!" she threw back mockingly over her
shoulder as the crowd parted to let her through.
That night, Garett plopped down on his hotel bed for
what must have been his twentieth attempt at relaxing.
Something was burning in his blood. To be exact,
Adrienne was burning in his blood. His pride was stung
that Adrienne had actually refused to work with him
when there were hundreds of other companies clamoring
at his door to help make them rich. And it didn't help
that every time he closed his eyes to sleep, he could
see her in his bed, naked and uninhibited, eyes
shadowed with passion.
She wanted him. The tension that hummed between them
was unmistakable. And she always got what she wanted.
She settled back into her warm bed. The doorbell echoed
through the house. A satisfied smile crept across her
face. He had come as she knew he would.
Garett stood outside her door, ignoring the arctic gale
that buffeted at him. He shook his head with a wry
smile. Adrienne had told him long ago that she wanted
to live in an abandoned fire-house. It didn't surprise
him that she had managed to do just that.
The door swung open. She stood framed in the doorway,
wearing nothing but a ivory silk nightshirt. The wind
rushed past them into the house, setting her hair
adrift and plastering the material to her curves. He
couldn't take his eyes off her.
"Come in."
The warmth and silence of the place should have soothed
him. It probably would have if she wasn't in it. She
sat beside him on the comfortable couch, pouring him a
cup of hot chocolate with all the poise of someone
fully dressed. She hadn't bothered to throw a robe on
or put slippers on her feet, but he didn't mind a bit.
The silk clung to her curves with a subtlety that awoke
the senses and made it strain for more.
She leant back and sipped at her mug. A look of pure
pleasure crossed her face as she tilted her head back
and let the rich chocolate flow down her throat. She
sighed with happiness and tucked her feet under her to
get comfortable. She looked at him then, perusing him
with an intensity that matched his own.
"Why are you here?" The question was simple and direct.
A full range of excuses flowed through his brain. Came
to talk you into working with me, wanted to talk over
old times, came to screw your brains out. For some
reason, he didn't feel a need to lie.
"I came to finish what we started ten years ago." He
didn't need to remind her of what he meant. He saw the
memory creep into her eyes, darkening them until he was
reminded of a storm about to break.
She was wearing a maroon sundress in the depths of
winter. She was definitely more comfortable than he,
buried as he was under several layers of clothes. As
soon as he stepped in the door, he started stripping
until he was down to the thin T-shirt that was bearable
in the tropical temperatures of her apartment. When he
was done, she caught his eyes and then deliberately
turned away from him and glided to the carpet, hips
swinging gently under the soft fabric. He wasn't
watching them though. His eyes were drawn to the
expanse of her back peeking at him from between the
cloth panels holding the dress together.
She swung around then, the fabric flaring out around
her before settling against her bare legs. Oh God! She
was totally naked under that dress. Her breasts had
already detected the presence of their lover and her
nipples showed through clearly just below her low
neckline. His own body started to react to her subtle
invitation. He stood still for a minute, feasting his
eyes on her slim form, enjoying the sweet pleasure of
his own arousal. An innocent smile crossed her lips as
she started toying idly with the buttons running down
the bodice. Her eyes never left his face as one, two,
then three buttons slipped out of their holes.
In a flash, he was in front of her, his hands diving
under the fabric to cup her breasts in his palms. She
gasped softly and closed her eyes, a mute appeal for
him to pleasure her. He couldn't resist, he started to
squeeze and mold her breasts, rubbing his palms over
the sensitive tips of her nipples just the way she
liked it. Her breasts felt so firm and good in his
hands that he had sudden visions of his cock thrusting
between them, rubbing against her bronze flesh. He
closed his eyes, holding in the erotic images in his
mind.
One hand slipped along her leg to pull up her soft
skirt. He could see the material bunch up against her
hip, see his hand slip under it and search for the heat
and warmth of her. He saw it all in his mind's eye.
Slowly his lashes lifted to focus on her. Her eyes were
open now, her gentle yearning for him undisguised.
Something swelled within him then, an inspiration,
powerful and unrelenting.
He lay back onto the carpet, stopping her as she made
to join him there. Instead he clasped her hips and
moved her to stand astride him. He could sense her
puzzlement as she stood all alone, wondering what he
wanted her to do. Slowly his hands guided her forward
until she was standing over him. She realised then what
he was about. He could see up her skirt. Up at her bare
groin.
His gaze was intense, his hands slipping up under her
skirt to stroke along her inner thighs. She felt
fingers drift across her cleft, not parting them,
merely stroking. A wave of sheer eroticism flowed
through her, leaving her feeling strangely helpless and
completely at his mercy. Adrienne had to bite her lip
to keep from whimpering.
"I've always wondered what this would look like."
Garett murmured from below her. Two fingers slipped
partly between her outer lips, stroking along her
sensitized flesh before slipping fully into her vagina.
Adrienne gasped at the contact. She could feel his
fingers deep within her, pressing against her walls,
stretching her out for him.
His fingers started to thrust in and out of her. She
could feel it. She could see it in her mind's eye. Her
senses fed on the sheer sensuality of the moment. His
other hand came up then, finding her clitoris and
circling it in rhythm with his thrusts. She doubled
over, fighting to control the pulsing pleasure roaring
through her, groaning uncontrollably as muscles
contracted instinctively.
Adrienne took it as long as she could, forcing herself
to stay upright even though the tension in her legs and
abdomen was driving her crazy. Disjointed visions of
hot sex flowed through her mind, all powerful thrusts
and passion. She could feel the frenzy building and she
started kneading her hands against her thighs, trying
to keep her balance. Her legs finally gave way and she
dropped to the carpet beside him. He didn't let her off
the hook though. Swiftly he changed position and took
up the rhythm once again, leaning over her to watch her
squirm under his hands. She was soaring now, her hands
clutching at his shoulders as her hips thrust up
against his hand. But she needed more..
"Garett. Please come into me." Her voice came in short
bursts as she started wrestling with the snap of his
jeans.
"We'll have to make this quick." He replied gently. "I
have to leave in 10 minutes." Adrienne froze. His
fingers still moved between her legs but that didn't do
a bit of good. The mood was broken, leaving her feeling
flat.
"Why?" she demanded.
"I have to be at the game soon." Adrienne didn't answer
right away. She was too busy trying to control her
temper. Disjointed thoughts flowed through her head,
mostly dealing with how she wanted to kill him.
"You're not leaving in 10 minutes," she stated calmly.
"Oh really? Why not?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Because I won't let you." She caught his wrists and
pinned them on either side of his head.
"So we always have to do what you want, is that it?" he
asked tensely.
"No, but do you know how it feels to have someone set
time limits on sex? I feel like a very convenient body
right now. I'll just have a quick fuck and go to the
game!" she mimicked viciously.
"What's wrong with a quickie? Why does it always have
to be a long production with you?"
"Time limits." she growled. "My whole life is a series
of time limits. I'm not going to take it when it comes
to love-making. I deserve better." She let him loose
and stood up, placing a hand on her lower back and
pressing down. The combination of stress and
unfulfilled desire had created a dull, throbbing ache
there.
"There are some things I won't compromise on," she
finished quietly. Silence filled the room.
"Maybe I should leave to let you calm down."
"Fine."
"Why?" she asked bluntly. "What's the good of it after
so long?"
"No good at all," he admitted. "You're still a
incredibly desirable woman, Ade. I don't what it is,
but something about you reaches out to me and hits all
the right spots. That and I've never really felt that
what we had was ended." She looked incredulous.
"It been TEN years, Garett."
"I think you're misunderstanding me. What I'm trying to
say is. I can't put it into words. I'm the kind of
person that needs to finish everything he starts. We
broke up so suddenly. Its never really felt over.
You've always been there, a loose end dangling in my
past."
"And you want to wrap me up." She started laughing with
genuine amusement. "I LIKE this. Its so weird. So me."
"Seriously though, I can't sleep with you. There are
only a few rules I keep and one of them is not to hop
into bed with a man I've just met." Garett smiled.
"You still know me, Ade. I think you always have." She
became very still in the corner of her couch. He slid
over to her and lifted a hand to stroke her jaw. He
looked into her eyes and what he saw, he didn't really
understand.
"Kiss me," he said.
Her eyes darkened, something still so familiar to him.
She leant towards him slowly, her eyes searching his
face. Not a single part of her body was touching him
when her lips met his. Her tongue slid into his mouth,
quietly exploring. Tasting, teasing him elegantly. He
moved his body over hers, pressing her down into the
couch as he met her tongue with his own. She gave way
to his insistence, pulling him tight into her body and
hooking a slim leg over his hip.
Garett felt her hips arch towards him, felt her groin
press against his stiff shaft. Damn! How could he have
forgotten the effect she had on him? Desire poured
through him, intense and wildly exciting. He pulled
away from her lips, looking down at her flushed face.
Her lips parted gently and her tongue slipped out to
moisten them. And her eyes. Oh God! Her eyes.
Her lashes fluttered down gently as she arched her
back, her breasts rising up in subtle invitation. His
mouth found an erect nipple through the thin fabric. A
small gasp escaped her as the friction of the cloth and
the rasp of his tongue tantalized her sensitive tip.
The hands on his shoulders started to kneed his muscles
in rhythm with his stroking. He transferred his
attention to her other peak already showing red through
the thin fabric. One hand came up to caress her other
breast. A soft groan slipped from her as she arched
again, feeling the delicious tension start coiling in
her torso.
He pulled back, breathing hard as heat spread through
his veins. She immediately slipped out from under him
and to her feet. Garett closed his eyes and groaned
inwardly. She was right. This whole thing was stupid. A
ridiculous attempt to recapture some of the magic of
youth. He raised his eyes to her, opened his mouth to
apologize and froze. She was standing in front of the
antique burner, the glow from it shining though her
clothes and outlining her body clearly to him. Her eyes
were intense as her hands came up to her neck. One by
one the buttons on her nightshirt fell apart to expose
her body to his view. He never even noticed when the
shirt slid to the floor with a whisper.
Something lodged in his throat as he sat there on the
sofa, looking at her. The last time she had the
freshness and purity of youth. Now it was the full-
blown sensuality of a full grown woman. She stood
there, unrelentingly female, unashamedly woman.
He came to his feet and then he was standing in front
of her. Without a word, she started work on his
buttons. He placed his hands on her waist, feeling its
smallest, before sweeping them up to cup her breasts.
He took their weight in his hands, marveling at the
subtle changes time had wrought on her. Her breasts
were fuller, yet softer and her nipples were larger and
infinitely more sensitive..
He took a nipple between his fingers, driving it in
small circles against her breast. He heard a harsh gasp
and looked up to see the flame light in her eyes. Her
lips parted slowly and her tongue flicked out to
moisten her lower lip. The subtle invitation started a
delicious tightening in his groin that eased only when
she unzipped his slacks. Immediately her hand slid
under the warm fabric to feel and shape his rigid penis
straining madly against the cotton of his briefs.
Suddenly she dropped to a knee before him. He laid his
hands on her bare shoulders, lifting each foot as she
deftly drew off his shoes and socks. Then she took his
outstretched hand, rising to her feet gracefully. Her
hands traveled over his bare chest, stroking and
kneading, then reaching around to cup and squeeze the
firmness of his butt. Then with a sensual smile, she
hooked her fingers in the belt loops of his slacks and
pushed down slowly, the material sliding off easily to
pool around his feet.
One final mission. Garett held his breath as her deft
fingers slipped under the waistband of his briefs and
ever so slowly, peeled them off him. His erect penis
leapt free of its confinement, pointing at her proudly.
She took a long look at him then. Her first lover.
His stomach muscles tightened involuntarily as he felt
her gaze travel over his body in an invisible caress.
The appreciation in her eyes suddenly brought him a
realization of his own beauty. With a sense of wonder
he felt every nerve ending in his body come alive,
tingling slightly as they awaited her touch. New. He
felt young and alive again...
Adrienne could hear her own heart pounding in her ears.
He still looked wonderful, lean and subtly muscled.
Simply begging to be touched. But she didn't. Instead,
she caught his heated gaze with her own, sinking down
to her knees in front of him.
The throbbing in his cock intensified as soon as he
read the intent in her eyes. His hands found her
shoulders, tightening his grip as part of his self-
control slipped. Her gaze dropped to his straining
penis, and he shuddered as though she had touched him.
Slowly, she lifted both hands to stroke his hard shaft,
examining it as if for the first time. Velvet and
steel. Beautiful.
Her hands slid off his cock then, slipping around to
clasp his butt.
Garett's breathing shallowed as he watched her mouth
draw closer to his cock. He saw her tongue dart out and
gently lick the drop of moisture that had gathered at
its tip. The hands on her shoulders gripped
convulsively as he watched her lips approach, part to
take him in. Oh God! How many times had he fantasized
about a woman on her knees before him, pleasuring him
like he had never been pleasured before. The
anticipation was unbearable..=
And then he felt the pressure of her mouth. Oh God! No
fantasy could even come close to the reality. Groaning,
he couldn't take his eyes off the sight of his shaft
disappearing between her lips.
Adrienne took her time. She let her tongue trace the
sensitive ring around his cock-head, flicking, teasing
it unbearably until she suddenly sank his entire shaft
into her throat. Garett stiffened and threw back his
head with a strangled moan, clutching her as the
incredible pleasure of the sudden heat and tightness
shot through his body. She didn't wait for him to
recover but started bobbing her head, her tongue
swirling madly against the sensitive underside of his
dick.
Instinct took over. Garett's hips started thrusting
involuntarily, trying to force as much as possible of
himself down her throat. But she wasn't having any of
that! She took hold of his hips firmly and held him
still. She was going to do this her own way.
Adrienne pulled back and plunged down again and again,
her lips squeezing with just the right amount of
pressure. Her hands crept around to pull his hips
towards her, taking more and more of him in until his
entire length slid easily down her throat. His hips
found the rhythm, moving with her towards his climax.
He threw back his head, his body arching like a taut
bow, gasping little moans of pleasure as he
concentrated on the pleasure she was giving him. Faster
and faster the tension built, layers of it, taking him
to the edge of heaven. A grimace etched itself on his
face as he began to fight it, wanting the incredible
sensations to go on forever.
"Adrienne! Oh God! No! Not like this!" he moaned as an
even more deeply rooted instinct took over. He pulled
away from her, his mind filled with hot, lusty images
of his cock sinking into her body. He needed to thrust
into her warm, tight hole, to feel her body squirm
under his, to feel her muscles hold him when he came.
He dropped to his knees beside her.
"Do you have a condom?" he asked urgently.
"Yes," she answered in a level voice.
"Where is it?"
"It doesn't matter. I'm not going to have sex with
you."
It hit him like a bucket of very cold water. He froze.
"What kind of twisted game are you playing?," he
growled.
"Nothing," she smiled softly. "I told you I don't sleep
with men I don't know. I meant it."
Garett felt the fury start to boil within him. He
wanted to. And then he realised.
"This is some sort of revenge for that last time, isn't
it." he said slowly.
"Of course not," she scoffed. "I don't hold grudges for
that long." But the truth was in her eyes.
Garett swore silently. Rematch: Adrienne 1, Garett 0.
"This isn't over, you know," he threatened softly.
She smiled.
"I know."
The phone shrilled annoying again. A groan escaped from
beneath the jade comforter. Nothing moved in the still,
dark room. Another insistent shrill. A hand emerged
from under the covers and groped for the phone. After
managing to knock the receiver off its holder, the rest
of Garett crawled forth to pick it off the floor.
"Hello," he started groggily.
"You're a slimy bastard, you know that?"
Garett came a little awake and peered at his bedside
clock.
"Dammit Adrienne! Its five in the morning! What the
hell do you think you're doing?"
"I can't believe you went behind my back to the Board
of Directors!" she continued furiously. "You little
asshole!"
Garett swore with feeling before hanging up on her.
Seven seconds later, the phone started ringing again...
Denver - January 22, 1993
Rematch: Adrienne 1 Garett 1
Andy came around his desk and leant against it before
looking at the man before him pityingly.
"Your goose is fried, you know that don't you."
Garett settled more comfortably in his chair before
answering.
"She's had a few days to get used to the idea."
Andy gave a strangled laugh.
"She'll never forgive you for going over her head.
She's lived her life ignoring the rules, answering to
nobody but herself. You've forced her to face the fact
that the bigwigs *can* make her work with you even when
they know she's completely against it. You've dented
her pride, destroyed her self-image. That's what she'll
never forgive you for."
The intercom buzzed. Andy hit the online button.
"Is she here? Good, send her in." Both men
instinctively braced themselves for the worst. The door
opened and Adrienne walked through to plop wordlessly
into the chair beside Garett. Black turtleneck, black
jeans, she looked like she was in mourning.
"Hello Adrienne." said Garett politely. She turned her
head to look at him coolly for a minute before turning
back to face Andy. Garett felt as if a blast of winter
had just poured down his shirt.
"Now that's enough, Ade." Andy started, putting on his
best paternal voice. "The milk's been spilt and there's
nothing any of us can do about it. Garett's one of the
best marketing men in the country. Don't let your
personal feelings about him affect your
professionalism.."
"I don't have the faintest idea what you're talking
about, Andy," she answered, lifting a brow delicately.
"We've got work to do, so lets get on with it." The two
men glanced at each other warily before turning back to
her.
New York - February 27, 1993
Garett pulled the metal arms towards his chest,
gritting his teeth. Sweat gleamed on his bare chest,
his hair clinging to his neck and forehead. Exhaustion
ran through his veins, together with the exhilaration
of accomplishment. The SRC67 campaign had been set up
and his gut feeling told him it was going to be a
resounding success. All this while dealing with its
cool and distant designer. Adrienne. What a woman. No
matter how calm and cool she appeared, he could still
feel the seething emotion flowing just under the
facade. Nothing he had done had shaken her poise. None
of the innuendo, the probing the occasional insult. She
simply ignored him, working with him as she had been
forced to, but never more than that.
Still, it was almost over. He hadn't managed to get
close to her, but he had certainly got his revenge for
that last night. He grinned even as his biceps screamed
in protest. The delicate approach hadn't worked so
perhaps he should turn up the heat a little. A
seduction?
Denver - March 6, 1993
Alicia sighed. Yet another shipment of flowers. This
time, it was Tiger-Lilies. If a man insisted on sending
*her* boatloads of flowers a day, there was no way in
hell that she would have them all taken to the
Children's Hospital downtown. But apparently, the boss
couldn't take the man's guts.
Adrienne zoomed through the outer room with her normal
speed. Her voice floated back to Alicia from her
office.
"What is it today?"
"Tiger-Lilies."
"Really?" Adrienne's interested face popped around the
door frame.
"My God, he finally figured out my favorite flower. Ok,
hand them over."
The Lilies looked good sitting on the coffee table, she
decided. Abruptly turning on her heel, she returned
back to her drafting table to work on her newest
design. Suddenly there were a couple of knocks on her
open door. Adrienne looked up frowning. Alicia was
grinning like a jackass at her.
"Garett Rate to see you." Adrienne rolled her eyes.
Wonderful...
Garett appeared to lean casually against the frame.
Good pose, thought Adrienne cynically. He gave her one
of his million-dollar smiles that had absolutely no
effect on her, of course. The weird flipping in her
stomach was entirely due to her missed lunch..
"I thought we were done working together."
"We are," he answered. "I'm here to take you to
dinner."
"I just ate," she fibbed.
"You lie," he said.
Adrienne sighed.
"Look Garett, I had to work with you. I did. Its over.
I don't want to see you again. Get lost."
"Touchy, aren't we?" He walked up to her to place his
hands on her shoulders. Tense, completely tense. He
started kneading gently. She shrugged him off and came
to her feet to stare right into his eyes.
"Which part of my last sentence don't you understand?"
Garett smiled inwardly. Obvious antagonism. Much better
than the Ice Queen act...
"I see you kept my Lilies."
"Not really. I'm going to drop them off at the
Children's Hospital on the way home."
"That's a nice gesture."
"Although I think they would look wonderful against
your bare skin," he added in a husky voice.
Adrienne sighed.
"Look Garett," she said slowly. "Its late and I'm very
tired. I've also got a lot of work to finish before I
can leave."
"I happen to know this wonderful Chinese restaurant
around the corner. We'll feed our faces and then you
can come back to work on this stuff all night." She
didn't answer.
"That or I chain myself to this table and drive you
nuts for weeks."
Adrienne tried to suppress her smile. She really did,
but the image of Garett chained to her drafting table
for days in his fancy Italian suit struck a funny bone
somewhere in her body.
"Anything to save myself from that," she quipped. "Lets
go. I'm starved."
Denver - March 12, 1993
"Garett Rate to see you." Adrienne waved him in. He
walked in and locked the door behind him. Adrienne
frowned slightly at that but Andy was freaking out at
the other end of the line.
"Don't worry, Andy," she crooned soothingly.
"Everything will be alright. Marsha has to come back to
pick up her stuff. You can lock her in your bedroom and
work it all out then."
Garett shook his head with a grin and settled down to
wait. He glanced around the room. No flowers anywhere.
She must still be sending them to the Children's
Hospital. He sighed softly. Stubborn woman.
He couldn't keep still in his chair. Something was in
his blood, making him restless. The thrill of the
chase, a touch of desire and the bittersweet of the
challenge. He came to his feet smoothly, and paced
around the room. Only half listening to Andy's
problems, Adrienne's eyes followed him, her gaze
carefully veiled by her lashes. She hated to admit it,
but he had charmed her out of her bad humor and into
being friends again. But he hasn't won the battle, she
told herself. He still hadn't gotten her into his bed.
And never would. Smiling a secret smile to herself, she
wondered when he would make his move.
Garett came back to lean against her desk. Deciding to
amuse himself, he let his eyes trail down her body,
enjoying the way the soft rose dress clung to her
curves. Bringing his eyes up again, he found her
looking at him. Smiling lazily at her, he let his eyes
flirt with hers. She knew what he was doing of course.
He could see the amusement in her eyes. Should he? Why
not.
He moved to where she was perched on the edge of her
desk, moved in so close that there was nowhere she
could go. A tight note entered her voice, one hand
coming up to push him away. He didn't budge. Instead he
bent his head to find the soft curve of her neck. A
sharply indrawn breath, a quick good-bye and then she
was shoving him away with both hands. She came to her
feet like a cat, her eyes shooting daggers at him. He
didn't care. He had her on the run now. He moved in
again, pressing her back against the desk with his body
and when she opened her mouth to blast him, he stifled
it with a swift, harsh kiss. She put her hands on his
chest, pushing away to no avail. His mouth moving over
hers, exciting and dangerous. The sudden shock of the
adrenalin in her veins, making her want to kiss back.
NO!
Their lips parted.
"I'll scream," she said, her voice coming in pants.
"You wouldn't scream if the building was coming down
around you," he replied, his voice husky with desire.
And then he claimed her lips once again. This time she
fought back. With a strength he didn't know she had,
she pushed him back sharply with a well-placed shove on
his stomach.
"Get out," she ordered, her voice like cold steel.
"No." he said.
"I'll call Security."
"You wouldn't do that. You'd prefer to take care of me
yourself."
She stood there and fumed. He knew her too well.
Garett reached up and loosened his tie. The next moment
it was on her desk. Then slowly, deliberately, he
started to strip, his eyes never leaving hers.
Adrienne froze in shock. What the hell did think he was
doing!! Her fevered eyes glued themselves to the skin
revealed between the edges of his shirt. Slowly he
shrugged it off, shoulder muscles rippling. She groaned
inwardly. Not that. Anything but that. She fought to
keep her hands from reaching to touch his beautiful
shoulders. His belt slithered easily out of its loops
and dropped to the floor. Door, she thought dazed.
Door. Escape. Move to door. Then the horrid thought of
people finding out she had a half-naked man in her
office during office hours. Worse, people finding out
she had a half-naked Garett Rate in her office during
office hours.
So sexy. She felt a little faint just looking at him.
His eyes were dark and smoldering just like in the
books. Those trim lines that just screamed to be
touched. That dangerous, confident aura that left her
weak in the knees. His linen slacks slid to the floor.
Her eyes greedily absorbed the sheer beauty of the man.
But something wasn't quite right.
Garett froze as soon as he realised what he was
wearing. His oldest white boxers. The one with the
yellow smiley faces. He closed his eyes slowly. No God.
Please let it be the silk paisley, the zebra briefs,
anything but that.
Adrienne was transfixed. The bright yellow blotches
smiling cheerfully up at her sort of broke the mood.
She felt an insane desire to giggle. And then she saw
the look on his face and she couldn't hold it back.
Garett nearly died when she started giggling
hysterically. Please God, make the floor swallow me up.
Then suddenly the humor of the situation hit him. He
cracked a grin, then a laugh and suddenly she was in
his arms and he was howling right along with her.
Strains of music floated through Andy's house.
Everywhere, men and women talked animatedly or danced
elegantly under the glowing chandeliers. Garett was at
his social best tonight, mingling effortlessly
perfectly disguising the fact that he was here solely
for one person. His gaze casually wandered in the
direction of the doorway while making small talk with a
small, cheery grandfatherly figure who also happened to
be one of the most ruthless men in the Fortune 500. He
stifled a quick stab of irritation. The party was
practically over. If he found out that she had suddenly
caught the flu or something, he would have to seriously
throttle her.
And then he saw her. Not bothering to enter through the
front door, she came up via the garden, walking through
the open glass doors like a goddess coming to her
people. Her dark hair was piled on top of her hair, a
few renegade strands coming done to curl about her
face. The rest of her was encased in a simple burgundy
sheath, her shoulders glowing bronze under the golden
light of the chandeliers. He couldn't take his eyes of
her. The ruthless grandfather sent a meaningful glance
towards his sweet-faced wife. Without a work to anyone,
Garett walked away, straight towards the woman poised
at the other end of the room. The sweet-faced wife
sighed ecstatically and took her husband's hand.
"Adrienne." She smiled at him, her eyes running
appreciatively over him. He looked especially good
tonight, civilized but with a hint of danger showing
through. Like a restless panther. The analogy pleased
her. She had never been one for pussy cats.
He took her hand in his and before she knew it, he had
whirled her onto the dance floor. His hand rested on
her lower back, not pressing down but guiding her
closer towards him without her even noticing. Adrienne
caught the subtle scent of him, and sighed quietly. She
wanted so much to curl up against the curve of his neck
and breathe that in for the rest of the night. Perhaps
she should try to make some conversation. No, not
tonight. She closed her eyes instead and melted into
his body.
***
The party was over. Soft laughter floated to their ears
from the hall. The music went on though, for the last
few couples slow-dancing under the dimmed lights.
Adrienne and Garett were barely moving in the center of
the dance floor. Neither of them had said much during
the night, preferring to hold each other and feel.
Garett drew away with a start, suddenly realizing how
late it was. But he didn't want the night to end.
Neither did she. Somehow, she didn't know how, she had
fallen under the same spell that he had thrown over her
ten years before. She felt like a teenager in the first
throes of love. Stop it! said her cynical side
irritably. You're not a girl and you should know better
than to be seduced by a touch of romance. But the part
of her that would always remain young and hopeful
ignored that inner voice. Take happiness whenever it
comes. She would pay the consequences later if she had
to..
Garett drew her away towards the gardens. She followed
him into the cool, softly scented air. The half moon
shed just enough light for her to see his face when he
bent down to kiss her. Soft, exploratory, beautiful
kisses. For one night, she allowed herself to be
reckless. She started kissing him back with a depth of
feeling he had never felt from her before. Perhaps the
magic of the night had got to him too because it drove
him crazy like no striptease ever could..
They were both breathing hard when their lips parted.
Garett gently rubbed his cheek against hers. His voice,
when it came, was husky with passion.
"Lets go for a swim."
Adrienne came down to earth with a bump. A swim. She
could feel a frustrated growl building deep within her,
and swiftly tamped it down. She sighed softly. Maybe
the game was still going on.
Garett dove cleanly into Andy's pool. The moment he saw
it, he knew that this was where he wanted make love to
Adrienne for the first time. The lights in the wall
sconces were dim, while the moon shone clearly in
through the glass walls. The pool was comfortably warm,
quiet and very private. Garett smiled and stroked for
the opposite side.
A splash behind him announced Adrienne's arrival. He
turned just in time to see her rise from the pool,
water cascading all over her, back arched to let the
weight of the water pull her hair away from her face.
Something twisted in him even as her eyes opened and
stared directly into his. Her torso was clear of the
water, showing him her breasts encased in a simple
white top. And then she sank beneath the surface of the
water to reappear by his side.
The pleasure on her face was contagious as she treaded
water beside him.
"I'm glad you suggested this," she sighed happily as
she glided backwards, feeling the freedom and the sheer
sensuality of the water flowing over her skin. Another
lazy kick and she was heading away from him. A soft
laugh and then she drove deep to skim along the bottom
of the pool. He followed, entranced by her mood.
He met her there at the bottom of the pool, slipping
his arm around her bare waist, her long hair billowing
around them. Together they shot to the surface. A quick
breath then their lips met and the water closed over
their heads again.
Is this what divers feel, wondered Adrienne dimly. This
exhilaration, the need to scream? Their bodies strained
to get closer, movements slowed by the water, their
lips demanding. Magic, he thought as they twisted
around each other. He wished they could stay down there
for ever. His hands slid down over her hips to clasp
her buttocks, to pull her hard against his body,
against the hardness of his arousal. His Proposition.
She broke away from him, heading for the surface. Taken
unaware, more than a little apprehensive he followed.
At the surface, she cast a challenging look over her
shoulder before she shot away, down into the depths.
Catch me if you can.
She was all speed and tricks, slipping easily out of
his hands when he thought he had her, zigging when he
thought she would zag. Throwing gentleness and style to
the winds, he went after her like a torpedo. And she
let herself be caught.
When they surfaced at the shallow end, he dragged her
hard against him, lips finding hers, all heat and
demand. Backing her up until the wall pressed against
her shoulders, hands flowing over her body. Beneath the
surface, her legs came up to wind around his waist in
silent invitation. His lips traveled down to her neck,
nipping the sensitive skin there until she was
shuddering against him. The bikini top came off and
floated away unnoticed. The siren in her came alive, as
she arched her back over the edge of the pool, lifting
those beautiful mounds up to meet his mouth.
He took one taut nipple into his mouth, stroking it
with his tongue.
With each rasp, she groaned, tightening her legs around
his waist reflexively. Slowly her hips started grinding
as instinct took over. Garett groaned. He wanted to
take it slow, to please her, to watch her climax, but
her hypnotizing movements were awaking the basic need
to thrust deep and hard into her warm body. His hands
found her hips and stilled them. Such lushness under
his hands, he needed to touch her, all of her.
Adrienne was so turned on, she could barely believe her
itself. The magic of the night and then the thrill of
the chase and taken its toll on her body. She too had
wanted to take it slow but the hot grinding need
pulsing through her needed it now. Hard and rough. But
first she would have to make him feel exactly the way
she was. Totally out of control.
Her tongue found the delicate shell of his ear. He
froze against her. Slowly, teasingly she traced the
curves with the tip, occasionally flicking it just to
feel him tremble against her. His hands left her hips
to cup her breasts, squeezing and flicking his thumbs
across her nipples.
She groaned huskily against his ear, loving the
pressure of his hands. And then her tongue was
thrusting roughly into his ear, snapping his control.
With a deep growl, he yanked down her briefs. Her legs
came off his waist to let him pull them off and then
she was helping him get rid of his.
Then he was fumbling in the pocket his dress pants,
left conveniently by the side of the pool. Something
snapped in her when she saw the blue plastic packet
between his fingers. Some of the magic died.
"You knew you would be making love to me tonight," she
stated trying to ignore the hard lump in her throat.
His lips met hers for a hard, sexy kiss. "I hoped. I've
been dreaming of this for so long."
He lifted himself out of the pool to perch on the side,
the water pouring off his broad shoulders. Her eyes
widened to take him all in. Beautiful. She reached to
touch him then, running her hands over his chest, down
over his stomach to wrap her hands around the hardness
of his penis pointing straight at her. Beautiful. She
moved in between his thighs and leant forward to slide
her lips over the head of his cock in an intimate kiss.
He groaned, his hands coming up to her shoulders. She
backed away with a soft, sensual smile to let him slip
on the condom. Then he was back in the pool, the full
length of his body flush against hers and his hand
between her legs, seeking the source of her sensuality.
Adrienne felt his fingers sink deep into the wet heat
of her body, widening her for him. She arched back
gasping, telling him better that any words could, that
she needed him buried deep in her. A fierce wave of
pride and desire washed through him. He started
thrusting his fingers, carefully rubbing against the
sensitive entrance of her vagina. She started groaning
incoherently, her head thrown back and her nails
digging into his shoulders. Then he found her clitoris
with his thumb.
She came alive with a cry, grinding herself wildly
against him. "Please Garett! I can't stand anymore." He
removed his hand and thrust deep into her with a growl.
"Oh yes, Garett!" The satisfaction was intense. The
throbbing length of him buried intimately within her.
And then he was thrusting, full and hard.
She urged him on, murmuring his name, the motion of
their bodies sending the water lapping against the
sides of the pool. Her legs came up to wrap themselves
around his waist against, allowing him greater
penetration. They both began to tremble as the smooth,
powerful strokes wound them up tighter and tighter,
until the quiet room echoed with their helpless sounds.
She was so beautiful to him. Her eyes closed, droplets
of water clinging to her lashes, the look of pure
female sensuality on her face better than any wine. On
instinct, his strokes began shorter and faster until he
was constantly rubbing against the entrance of her
vagina. She was so excited now, this was exactly what
she needed.
"Yes, yes, darling," she groaned into his ear driving
him over the edge. Still he hung on, needing to feel
her climax. Higher, higher, Now! She convulsed with a
high cry, her muscles jerking and throbbing around him.
That was his undoing. The hot pulsing of his cock sent
him spurting his release high up within her.
***
They were still wrapped in each other's arms a while
later. The water seemed to have sapped their strength
so they were content to hold each together and let the
magic of the night take them again.
"You planned this whole thing, didn't you," she said
lazily, a soft, contented smile on her lips.
"Of course not," he lied blatantly. Perhaps in a few
years, he would tell her the truth.
"I had sworn never to let you seduce me into your bed.
You've made a liar of me." She sounded amused.
"Not really. We're not in my bed. And from now on, we
can make love in YOUR bed."
She laughed then, a full-bodied enchanting laugh.
"Technicalities, my dear Rate. But one I'm willing to
live with."
She pushed him beneath the water.
Choking, he came back to the surface with a vindictive
look on his face.
"You do realize that I'm going to have to make you pay
for that.
Over and over again..."
"I wouldn't have it any other way," she purred.
END
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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