Naked Sushi. Jina Bacarr

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      It all seemed surreal.

      Midnight. Quiet offices. Dark shadows everywhere. Beckoning me like black holes you could fall through and land in an alternative universe.

      I could almost hear the creepy Rocky Horror Picture Show music guiding my every step as I tramped down the empty hallway.

      Then I noticed a light coming from under the copy room door.

      I stopped. I wasn’t alone. Who else was here, then?

      I should have minded my own business, gone home and copied the damn thing in the morning. But the snoopy part of my personality that was convinced I had the makings of a spy wasn’t about to walk away.

      As soon as I opened the door, I discovered a guy I’d never seen before, making copies. I didn’t think it totally strange since Mr. Briggs, the owner of the company, recently hired an up-and-coming video game designer to boost sales in new media. I figured he was copying the Playmate of the Month to hang up in his locker. All the guys did that.

      It never occurred to me to slam the door and run for help. I was too involved in eyeing his hard butt.

      And those shoulders. Yum.

      He was wearing a black baseball cap and black sweats, which should have alerted me that something was wrong, but it added to my fantasy of getting locked in here with him after hours.

      I burst out with a cocky, “Copying corporate secrets?”

      He spun around and my breath quickened. My eyes fixed on the bulge in his sweatpants with both apprehension and desire. Spiky black hair covered his dark eyes like the mane of a wild animal; his mouth curled into a snarl that relaxed when he saw me.

      “Who are you?” he asked, with a teasing smile. The dark shadow of a two-day beard heightened the cut of his angular jaw. “Security?”

      His hand edged toward his pocket, a movement that didn’t escape my eye. What was he reaching for? His smartphone?

      I laughed in a casual manner, trying to keep the conversation light. “Who needs security with you around?”

      He grinned and then took his hand away from his pocket and cupped my chin. When he stared into my eyes, my knees turned to honey, all warm and melty. A shiver went through me.

      “What’s your name?” he asked.

      “Pepper.”

      “Are you as hot as your name?” he wanted to know, bumping his hip into mine, his hot breath steaming up my glasses. His tough, sexy talk took me to a place I’d only dreamed of going. His voice gripped me, making me squeeze my pubic muscles in a delicious manner and then release them.

      “How’d you like to find out?” I said, tossing him a wicked grin.

      I loved saying that, figuring he’d laugh like the other programmers and then slap me on the back and ask me to go have a beer.

      Imagine my surprise when he didn’t.

      * * *

      His mouth claimed mine, his lips moist and hot rubbing on my dry, cracked skin. He extended his curious journey to my bottom lip, nibbling on it until I surrendered to him like a hungry guppy. As if I had any choice. Before I could take a breath, his tongue darted into my mouth, sucking the air from me. That delicious moment stirred the fires in me left unattended for too long.

      I couldn’t get enough of him.

      Tasting, probing, exploring me in a long, uninterrupted kiss. I was acutely aware of his intentions, that he was demanding something I wasn’t ready to give. Sex with an improper stranger. Something new for me, seeing how I’d always skated through life on the sidelines.

      Not tonight.

      We were alone in here. Kissing like two teenagers, making loud noises and tearing at each other’s clothes. Nothing but the sound of our ragged breathing and the steady hum of the copy machine to keep us company. Drumming through my head like a vibrator on cruise control. I purred like a kitten, listening to my inner rhythm and loving it. I gave in willingly, my hormones flowing in harmony with his need, my need.

      “Silly, dumb, stupid” were adjectives I’d use to describe my actions, but what girl stopped to think when a kiss was this good? I didn’t. My body became the prey of this corporate raider Casanova. His hands were all over me, toying with my heavy red-plaid flannel shirt, yanking at the buttons hanging on for dear life. With one small tug, he popped off the top two.

      Oh, Lord, what next?

      I did nothing to stop him when he cupped my breasts, wondering how far he’d go. He trailed his fingers along the flimsy black lace edging of my bra.

      “Mmm...” he moaned. Was he enjoying the kiss? Or surprised that a geek like me was into sexy underwear?

      Just wait until you see my new French-cut black satin panties, I wanted tell him. But I was so conscious of his devouring mouth on mine, my entire being trembling with suppressed emotion, I didn’t dare break the lip-lock.

      Besides, I wasn’t going to let him get that far.

      Was I?

      Pressed up against the copy machine, I began to have my doubts. I couldn’t move, as surely as if I were tied down, my legs spread wide apart, his groin pressed into my mound. His hands wandered. Oh, boy, did they wander, searching up and down my body, his fingers pulling apart my shirt and letting it flap in the cool breeze blowing through the overhead AC vent.

      “Oh, yes,” I barely breathed when he broke the kiss and then placed his hands on each side of my waist and squeezed it. I couldn’t stop the shiver that ran through me when he touched my bare skin. I wanted him to go back to eyeing the cute black lace edging of my bra with a front hook.

      A front hook, I wanted to shout.

      No fancy maneuvering needed to prove to me how much of a stud he was by reaching around and undoing my bra with one hand.

      My nipples ached for his touch, but he seemed fixated on stroking and then pressing the flesh on my hips. His hands roamed over my buttocks and then up and down my legs, gripping and squeezing them with a cavalier vigor that did me in. I arched my back toward him to give him greater access to me.

      He grabbed my crotch.

      I moaned. Damn, did it get any better than this?

      Who would have thought I’d get caught in the copy room with a sexy guy when I had to work late? Not me. Had the geek fairy godmother heard my prayers and brought me a man of my own?

      A little voice crept into my head, telling me to grow up and quit believing in fairy tales like my best friend, Cindy, but I couldn’t turn back now. I pretended I was a bucking bronco and this cowboy was taking me for a long, sexy ride. I writhed, humped and nearly assaulted him. I grabbed his black T-shirt and raked my nails up and down his chest. Wanting to touch him, feel him.

      I breathed desire in his ear, not wanting to let him go. Still, I walked a delicate tightrope with this man. My ego was on СКАЧАТЬ