Page 9 of Gina's Fantasy

Her fingers slowed on the keyboard as she aroused herself with the sex scene she was writing. Her pussy dampened and began to tingle in anticipation as her nipples hardened. Her clothes suddenly felt too warm, too tight. She reached up and ran a hand from her throat down the center of her chest, to the front hook of her bra, trying to distract herself.

The growling sound of a man in need rose over the music, jerking her out of the story. She lifted her eyes and met Flynn’s cobalt-blue ones. He looked like he was in pain.

“You all right?” she asked. She saved her work before standing to stretch her lower back, which was screaming from being in the same position for too long.

“Yes, and no,” he said with a grimace.

She cocked her head. “What do you mean?”

“I’m fine, but watching you write has got me all worked up and in need of a break.”

He laid the piece of wood he was sanding aside and stalked around the table. His hot, intense gaze never wavered from hers.

“No,” she said, holding up one hand. “You have to stay over there and do your work. Your rules, remember?”

“Screw the rules,” he muttered as he crossed the center of the room. When he reached her side, he pulled her into his arms. “You were just writing sex, weren’t you?”

She started and then smiled. “How did you know?”

“You were having a hard time sitting still and the girls,” he said, palming one breast, “were reaching out to me. Sexiest thing I’d ever seen.”

His lips covering hers negated the need for a response. With a soft moan, she lifted her arms and wrapped them around his back, kissing him with everything she could not say as their lips, teeth, and tongues mated.

The hand covering her breast moved to the center of her chest and fumbled unsuccessfully with the clasp of her bra. Finally, he lifted his head and looked at her with an expression that made her want to do anything he asked of her. “Open that damn thing. Or better yet just take it off all together.”

“I can’t do that!” Gina exclaimed, though her pussy clenched at the thought of running around only partially dressed.

“Why not? It’s just you and me here. I promise you can put it back on before we leave this afternoon.” His head dropped to kiss her again as he canted his hips forward so his hard, thick cock pressed into her lower belly.

“I don’t know,” she said, smiling mischievously as her right hand worked its way between their bodies.

With a twist of her wrist, the clasp was undone and the bra opened. Flynn’s eyes glowed with excitement as she pushed one cup, and then the other, off her breasts.

“Oh yeah,” he murmured as both hands reached for the buttons of her shirt. “Now all we have to do is unbutton this one, and this one, and it will be perfect.”

Gina looked down as his hands stroked their way up her body until they were cupping her breasts. He had left a single button holding the very bottom of her shirt together.

“I sure hope you’re right and no one stops by,” she said as he kissed his way from her collarbone to nipples. First the left one was suckled and then the right. When he took the erect tip between his teeth and nibbled gently, her knees buckled. She ended up leaning heavily into him as she panted for breath.

Though she wanted to argue that they were supposed to be working, as was usual with Flynn, she could deny him nothing. So, instead of pushing him away, she slid her hand across his thigh and over the long, thick bar of his erection that pressed against the front of his pants.

He sucked a breath around the flesh in his mouth. His hips pressed his cock deeper into her palm before he stepped back. Her breast made a popping sound as the suction broke when he pulled his mouth from it. Then he backed away so she was out of arm’s reach.

“Damn, you don’t play fair,” he said as he continued slowly moving backward until he was once again back on his side of the room. “Here I thought I’d do you a favor and help ease your stress.”

She could not help but giggle when he sucked a breath as his hand shifted his cock in his jeans. “My stress? I don’t think I’m the only one with stress issues today. After all, you’re the one who broke the rules and crossed the line.”

“Yeah, but…” he started to argue but apparently had no comeback, so he huffed a breath as he turned back to his work. “Oh, all right. fine. I’ll get back to work but I’d rather be playing with you.”

Gina settled back onto her stool but kept the front of her shirt positioned so the girls were in full view. “And they’d rather be playing with you, but only after your work is done. Think of it as incentive to get finished quicker.”

She felt Flynn look at her and heard his groan when he saw the way she had arranged her shirt. “Oh, hell,” he muttered as he pulled the pieces for the next chair closer.

Gina smiled as she returned her attention to her book. Though they had yet to talk about her recording, it was obvious Flynn was making an effort to make her fantasy come true.