Page 61 of Second Chances
She must have been because Darcy’s mouth captured hers again, swallowing her moans. Beth tried to focus on pleasuring him, toying with the head of his erection, feeling it become impossibly hard underneath her touch as a small bead of moisture released from its tip.
He was on the verge of climax. Darcy growled into her mouth and his fingers began to work expertly on her core, bringing her swiftly over the edge of her orgasm, swallowing her cries with his mouth as her passage clenched around his fingers. He gave her no respite, his fingers pulled out of her but continued to rub her clit as she gasped for air. Before she could even process the sudden loss inside of her, he brushed her hand aside, lifted her so that her legs were locked around his waist, and pushed the length of his erection inside of her, groaning the entire way as her contracting passage massaged the sensitive skin of his cock.
She vaguely heard his harsh panting as he fully seated himself inside her vagina. He didn’t move though, instead, his fingers toyed relentlessly with her swollen bundle of nerves; he groaned as he let the strengthening contractions of her inner muscles pleasure his aching erection.
Beth lost herself in the pleasure; all she could focus on - all she could feel was his finger teasing her clit closer to another orgasm as her passage clenched longing for the release that was swiftly consuming her.
“Please,”she begged Darcy.She was so close.
“That’s it, baby.”
She gasped, her eyes opening wide as his words sent her body over the edge of exquisite pleasure. Her hips jerked, even though they were pinned between him and the wall, her scream was quickly stifled by his mouth and soon mingled with his hoarse groan as her orgasming passage pulled him over the edge with her; the squeezing pressure of her muscles wrung his climax from him as she felt the warmth of his semen spread inside of her.
Their lips broke apart, each gasping for air. Darcy’s head fell against her collarbone as Beth leaned her head back against the wall.
“We should go,” Darcy said hoarsely after a few minutes, a devious smile on his face as he quickly dropped a kiss on her lips.
Gently setting her legs back down, Beth groaned as her muscles protested after being in an awkward position for so long. Grabbing a paper towel, she quickly washed herself and wiped up the evidence of their tryst that had landed on the floor. Looking in the mirror, she adjusted her clothes until she felt that she looked presentable enough. Turning around, her face flushed as Darcy stared at her, renewed desire flickering in his eyes.
She grabbed his hand and leaned up to plant a kiss on his chin. “Let’s go home,” she whispered suggestively.
Unlocking the door, she let Darcy lead her quickly from the restroom hallway that was blessedly empty, to the elevator, just as eager as he to get back home to their bed.
Chapter Twenty
Beth saunteredinto her office Wednesday morning with a big smile on her face and a venti coffee in her hand.It was going to be a good day - preceded by a wonderful Monday night and Tuesday.She bit her lip at the thought. They’d gotten home Monday night and made love again, in the comfort of their bed. Once sated, they’d talked, picking up where they had left off at the dinner table. This time, Darcy’s reassuring words that he loved her and would do anything to protect her finally sunk in. Beth couldn’t believe she’d allowed that woman to get into her head.
Of course, Darcy didn’t still love the Crazy Bitch – how could he?
Beth had let her insecurities get the best of her, ignited by the fact that she had been followed and threatened by the CB. She’d almost caved and told Darcy what had happened, especially since, later on, he promised her that if he had proof, any sort of reasonable evidence that he could take to the police, he would get a restraining order if it came to that. She could tell that he was still reluctant about it, and kept insisting that the CB would get tired of her games well before then, especially if he could figure out what she really wanted.
Beth couldn’t bring herself to tell him that they were at that point. She’d gently prodded, trying to understand why he was hesitant to get a restraining order but his only response was that he was afraid of the impact that it would have on her and her family. There was something else going on, but he wouldn’t say and what reason did she have to force him to - besides her unquenchable curiosity; he was doing everything he could to take care of the situation, take care of her. Then again, she was also keeping recent transgressions from him, partly because he said he was handling it but, truthfully, mostly because she didn’t like feeling like she couldn’t handle this on her own, that at the slightest offense, she was running to Darcy to protect her.
Stupid, stubborn independence.
Yesterday had been a perfectly normal Tuesday; no suspicious persons stalking her outside her office, no threatening emails, no fights with Darcy, just a productive work day followed by a relaxing evening with her gorgeous boyfriend and no mention of past ghosts to taint their time together. Last night she’d focused her efforts on keeping all conversation and thoughts on their present and future, leaving the past to wallow in its own turmoil for the evening. She tried her very best to get Darcy to tell her where he was going to take her in a few weeks, but with no success - something that Darcy had been very proud of himself for.
Her confidence in herself was only augmented this morning when she still could find no signs of suspicious persons outside of the office building -and she was still on the lookout.It was one of the many reasons for her smile this morning; maybe the CB had had enough, maybe she realized that she would never get close to Beth with her two bodyguards in tow.
Either way, Beth sat happily down at her desk, admiring the roses that Darcy had left on them Monday night, and opening her computer to check her email.Still nothing out of the ordinary.A hopeful smile spread across her face as she went to work responding to emails; the first of which to catch her eye was the response from Patrick.
Beth,
Sorry for the delay - I’m a popular guy. HA! Thanks for emailing me back. No worries about the other night. I just wanted to make sure that you were ok. I don’t know what was going on, because you definitely were not sick (maybe a little distracted, but not ill). It’s not my business so you don’t have to explain but I needed to make sure you were ok.
On to business…As you know, I’ve put a lot of time and effort into locally growing the Patrick Dempsey Center for those affected by cancer. So, I’ve finally bitten the bullet and decided that I would like your assistance promoting this years ‘Dempsey Contest’. It’s gotten enormously popular over the last several years but I’d like to take things up a notch when it comes to publicizing the race in October. Right now, my twin brother Colin has been handling most of the details and the work. But to expand, we will need more hands on deck. We’ve been able to gather a lot of support and donations that have really made a difference in the quality of care we are able to provide and to be able to harness that support on a regional or even national level, that would be phenomenal.
Now, the reason I asked for you first and didn’t give your boss any details is because I was afraid he might turn me down because of the location. The challenge is held in Boston and I’m sure that there are a ton of firms in New England that I could use, but I’m comfortable with you; I want you. So, this means that you would have to travel to Boston in October to attend the event.
Before you say no, keep reading. After I emailed your boss, I was thinking that we should host a second challenge this year in NYC. I’ve already put some of my people on it, but obviously, I would want you to promote that race as well which would be more in your territory.
Let me know what you think. I don’t need anything crazy, just looking forward to working with you on something that is very dear to me.
Yours,
Pat
Beth groaned as she couldn’t help herself from smiling at his light-hearted, yet genuinely concerned words. She knew how much the Center meant to him; he’d started it after his mom had passed away from ovarian cancer. It was something that she wouldn’t feel right saying no to. The downside…well, there were two downsides.One, what Darcy was going to think about her having to travel to Massachusetts to work with Pat and his brother.He’d probably just want to come with you.Ok, fine, not a problem. Two, she couldn’t help but get this vibe from his email that Pat wanted her for more than her professional abilities, that he was concerned about her for more reasons than friendly courtesy. He was a great guy, there was no doubt.
