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“I don’t know,” he said honestly. “I’m not into commitment, Erica. I can give you tonight. And I can promise this won’t affect the workplace at all. You have myword.”
It was a lie, they both knew, but she seemed to accept it and nodded, leaning in for one more hungry kiss before Brock got into the car and pushed every speed limit back to herplace.
Chapter9
Erica could feel her heart pounding in her chest as she unlocked the door to the apartment and allowed Brock in. He walked inside and she took a second to appreciate the firm, muscular planes of his back and the tight curve of his ass before walking in and closing thedoor.
“Nice place,” he said huskily, gesturing around. “Those are yours, I’m guessing?” As he spoke, he walked over to an abstract painting of the L. She’d told him tonight about her painting, and he’d listened carefully, it turned out, as he commented, “This is the one you said you painted after you and Joseph called itquits.”
It was. She’d always painted as a hobby, going as far as having a few very small shows, but the breakup with her year-long boyfriend had triggered a painting spree, where Erica had repainted many of the places that had somehow been “theirs,” finding her way back to a mentality where the places were generic and not quite so personalanymore.
“Yeah. Because that was the first place he ever kissed me, on the train,” she explained, unaccountably nervous as Brock assessed herwork.
“It’s really good,” he said quietly, and turned to look at her. The admiration she saw in his gaze, alongside the hunger, made Erica want him even more. “I’d like to kiss you on a train. Or anywhere else, for that matter. But kissing you right here is a good start.” He crooked his finger and Erica took a slow breath and walked over, turning her back toward him as shedid.
“I was wondering if you might give me a hand with getting the back of this dress unzipped,” she murmured, casting a glance over her shoulder. “The last thing I want to do is tearit…”
Brock’s jaw dropped slightly. Then his eyes flashed and she saw him commit fully to the game. And that was exactly what this was, she decided, as he moved over to her, turning her around with light fingertips on her back that nevertheless made her skin almost burst into flames. They were playing a game, and she had no idea what the rules were. And fuck it, for once, she could not have caredless.
She turned around, and he unzipped the back of the garment, exposing her skin until she was covered in goosebumps. Then he leaned forward and buried his face in the back of her neck. Ericamoaned.
He kissed her lightly, working his way up and down her neck, reaching around the front of her with his other hand as he did so, lightly cupping her breast in his hand. His big hand covered her completely, palming and kneading, lightly rolling her erect nipple until she was panting with need, before he finally snapped the clasp on her bra and let it fall away, replacing it once more with his hand, but this time skin onskin.
“Fuck,” Erica moaned, letting her head fall back against his shoulder. “Just like that,Brock…”
Instead, he turned her to face him and kissed her hard before pushing the fabric from her shoulders and staring down at her breasts with such overt hunger that a rush of heat flooded between Erica’s legs, making hertremble.
“So fucking perfect,” he growled, leaning down to rain kisses all over her neck, shoulders, and clavicle, until she thought she’d scream from need. As he did, she undressed him at a frantic pace, needing to have her own hands and lips on his perfect skin. Just as she pushed his shirt from his body, Brock finally lowered his mouth to her left breast and began a slow, hungry ravishing. His mouth was utter magic, working her nipple in a way that made Erica seestars.
She tangled her hands in his hair and let her head fall back, moaning unabashedly as Brock continued to devour her unhurriedly before suddenly sweeping her into hisarms.
She gasped in total surprise, holding on tight as he bore her to the closest flat surface, which turned out to be thecouch.
Sprawling out on it with her on top of him, Brock drew her into a heated kiss as his hands moved over her body, sliding between her legs to stroke her soaking heat, filling her first with one finger, thananother.
“Ride my fingers, baby,” he murmured, as he lifted her higher to kiss the undersides of each breast, trailing towards her stomach with every searingtouch.
She did, grinding down, her gasps turning into moans, which turned into cries of pleasure as, just with his fingers, he seemed to reach deeper than any other man everhad.
“Are you going to come just like that?” Brock asked, using his free hand to squeeze her ass firmly, making Erica shudder evenmore.
“God … yes …” she cried, eyes almost rolling back in her head as he rocked the heel of his hand against herclit.
“I want to see you,” he urged, and the look of rapt desire on his face send Erica over the edge, crying out with pleasure over and over until she sagged forward over him, coming to rest on his perfectchest.
“I’m going to watch that happen several times again tonight,” Brock murmured in her ear after she’d come down slightly from her high, his hands still roaming over her, this time from shoulder to ass and then back up once more. She shivered pleasurably when he playfully spanked her just slightly, and hechuckled.
“If you like that, there’s plenty more,baby.”
She could feel him beneath her, his heavy cock still in his pants, straining to break free. “I get a turn first,” Erica murmured, sitting back and kissing him slowly as the fall of her hair created a curtain around them for a long minute before she climbed off the couch and took Brock’shand.
Somehow, they found their way to the bedroom, kissing every other footstep. When they got there, Erica guided him to sit and then knelt beforehim.
“Fuck,” Brock whispered, before she’d even touched him, and she smile as she reached for the zipper of his pants, easing it open and then shoving his pants and briefs down. He sprang free, every bit as large and thick as he’d felt when she’d been lying overhim.
Erica licked her lips in anticipation and pressed a teasing kiss just to the head. Brock’s dark groan almost killed her initial plan to go slow, but she managed to hold onto a thread of her original intent, teasing him in slow stages by curling her tongue around him, pumping him firmly with his hand while she kissed his slit and lightly cupped his balls, rolling them in her hand. Then, as his breathing grew labored and his cursing grew louder, she parted her lips and drew her into hermouth.
“Shit! Erica!” Brock cried out, which only encouraged her further as she took him deeper, feeling her cheeks stretch with his width as she gradually worked her way all the way down to hisbase.
