OvercomingtheNeed (2 page)

Naomie panted and moaned and gibbered nonsense. Two quickies
in one morning—her pussy and her ass. Spoiled wasn’t the word to describe this
decadent treat. Sure Dane would probably find a way to make her pay for the
delay later but they were both enjoying it right now.

Their combined hard breathing was the only sound in the
room. Quick, hard and deep described this encounter best. No urging or
prompting needed. Naomie just lay there and took what Dane gave her while her
eyes rolled back into her head.

Dane tapping a single finger against her clit set off her
climax. She shuddered hard. Her ass muscles clenched around Dane’s dick,
squeezing his release free. He managed two more strokes before he came.

After a satisfied sigh, Dane backed out. He patted her side.
“You are so not good for me.”

“Which is why you want me so much,” she said huskily.

“Damn straight.” He bent over her, cupped one hand under her
neck and boosted her up so her lips met his. The searching kiss had her pussy
twitching with need in seconds.

Naomie hummed with pleasure as Dane slid the rose plug into
her asshole. The lube from his condom had slicked the way, though his dick had
loosened her up first. The plug felt tiny in comparison. If she had known it
would be inserted after a rigorous ass pounding, she would have gone for the
bigger one.

Dane licked the tip of his tongue over her upper lip to
signal the end of the kiss. “Have a good day, sugar.”

“You too, Big D. Love you.”

“Love you.” He pushed back and straightened his clothes.
After surveying the mess he’d made of her, he gave her a wink and then left.

Naomie summoned up enough strength to set the alarm for two
hours later and then flopped back against the bed. She preferred the music of
her phone alarm but the phone was on the opposite nightstand across the bed.
First, she didn’t want to move. Second, she didn’t want to spread the wet spot
she was creating. Third, she was already half asleep.

She debated skipping her little surprise in favor of a
longer nap but vetoed the idea. She had a busy day planned but she would be
able to catch a few hours before she and Dane left for the party tonight.
Knowing her man, he would be all for a nap—a real nap with actual sleep—once he
got home from work.

* * * * *

Naomie bounced a little on the seat donut beneath her. She
needed the donut because of the rose plug. The flared design made sitting
comfortably all but impossible. But that was part of the reason she was
visiting Dane at work, so he could trade it out for her usual, which was in her
purse. Dane hadn’t mandated he be the only one putting in and taking out the
plugs. So long as her asshole was plugged, she could wear whichever one she
wanted and trade them out as she saw fit. Dane’s territory-marking rule had
that much leeway but she wanted him to do it.

Traffic was moving slower than she’d thought it would thanks
to construction. The people on the other side of the grass median zoomed by
without hindrance, mocking her. She only had another mile to go before her
exit. Thankfully that exit was well before the four-lanes-into-two merge
started, but she was still caught up in the backlog.

Slowly but surely the traffic trickled forward, allowing
Naomie to escape to freedom. If Dane had had to put up with this, she would
hear about it later. She hoped the traffic hadn’t held him up too much.

The parking lot for his office building was full as usual
but Naomie managed to find a spot close to the front. She hoped whoever had
left hadn’t counted on getting the spot back. Or maybe they would return after
she left and it wouldn’t be a problem.

She didn’t let it bother her as she exited the car feet
first. Once she straightened, she smoothed her hands over her dress. The
halter-topped micromini hugged her curves while the cut-out sides left her
waist and back bare. The V-neck parted to show the inner swells of her breasts.
A pinstripe belt that matched her lapel collar, her tie and her four-inch
ankle-strap heels finished her corporate look.

It was nice to have a reason to wear the outfit. She didn’t
get many chances since her day rarely called for business attire. Since she was
visiting Dane at work, she’d jumped at the chance to wear it.

She reached into the car for her purse and the tray of
cookies she’d prepared—her other reason for visiting—and then walked to the
front entrance. One of the guards saw her coming and rushed to hold open the
door for her.

With a smile and a nod, she said, “Thanks.”

“No problem, ma’am.” His gaze slipped down her body in an
appreciative manner. “No problem at all.”

Naomie made her way to the metal detector. She still didn’t
know what Dane did that warranted the machine. It was the reason she’d opted
for a glass plug this morning instead of her usual metal. The first time she’d
gone through security with the metal one led to an interesting show for the
guards on duty as she removed her stainless steel plug. Said plug was now in
her purse waiting to be switched out with the one she wore.

The second security guard, who had stayed near the metal
detector, said, “Morning, Mrs. James. How are you today?”

“I’m great, Michael. You?” She held out her purse and the
cookies so he could put them on the conveyor belt.

“Perfect now.” Michael had been one of the guards on duty on
Naomie’s first visit. The man didn’t hide his slow appreciation of her outfit.
“Very nice, as usual.”

“Thank you.” She reached up and flipped the end of her tie.
“I thought the tie might be too much. What do you think?”

“Not at all. It’s perfect.”

Behind him, his partner whispered, “Wish I was that tie.”

Naomie was sure he hadn’t meant for her to hear him—or maybe
he had—so she pretended she didn’t. She smoothed the tie back into place
between her breasts.

Michael asked, “Any metal besides that belt buckle?”

She touched her belt. “Do I need to take it off?”

“No.”

At the same time, Michael’s partner said, “Yes.”

Michael glared at the man over his shoulder and then faced
Naomie. “No, the belt’s fine, Mrs. James. Any other metal or jewelry?”

“Just my wedding ring.” She showed him her left hand and
then brushed the tips of her fingers over her left breast. “And my engagement
ring.”

“Oh yeah. I remember your engagement ring. Very pretty.” He
jerked his chin forward as he licked his lips. “Any
thing
else?”

“No.” Naomie grinned, knowing full well what he was asking
about.

“You’re sure?”

“Yup. I put it in my purse this time.”

Michael looked at the screen and then nodded. “So you did.
Smart.” He waved to the arch. “Go on through.”

“Thank you.” Naomie went through slowly, waiting for the
beep.

The machine didn’t make a peep. Michael and his partner
appeared disappointed. She knew why Michael wore the expression. Maybe his
partner had hoped for an excuse to strip-search her. That was the reaction she
was going for. Naomie bit back the urge to laugh.

Michael said, “You’re all good, Mrs. James.”

“Thanks, Michael.” Naomie gathered her belongings and headed
for the elevators.

Behind her Michael said to his partner in a low voice,
“First time I met her, she had that metal plug shoved up her ass. Me and Blake
got to watch her take it out and put it back.”

“Damn, man. Why couldn’t she do that today?”

Naomie wiggled her hips while she waited for the elevator.
The glass plug nestled in her asshole teased her inside. No show for the
security guards this time.

“Good morning, Naomie. It’s quite a surprise seeing you
here.”

Naomie turned to Aden Deniz, Dane’s boss, and smiled. “Good
morning yourself.” She winked and said in a mock whisper, “I’m surprising my
husband.” In a normal tone, she said, “I hope you don’t mind. I thought I would
bring the office cookies.”

Aden rubbed his free hand over his stomach. “I never turn
down cookies, especially not yours, Naomie. We’ve gotten so spoiled since Dane
transferred here. If I had known you came with him, he would have been
transferred long before he was.”

“Smooth talker. You just want me to make you another red
velvet cake. And it’s not even your birthday.” She balanced the cookie tray on
one hand so she could wag a finger at him. “Shame.”

Naomie had picked up quite a bit from the days when she
helped out her friend Arisa with her catering business. So much so that Arisa
had tried to convince Naomie to enter culinary school. Naomie had vetoed the
idea. She didn’t like the mandatory uniform. There were other reasons as well
but that one topped her list.

Aden said, “You can’t blame a man for trying, can you? I had
to fight everyone off and threaten their Christmas bonuses to back the jackals
away so I could get a second slice.”

The elevator dinged. Naomie entered with Aden’s hand on her
back, guiding her to the rear of the car so the group that had formed behind
them could enter. Naomie guessed they were coming back from an early
lunch…except it was a little after ten—a little early for lunch. Maybe they had
all gone to an offsite meeting together?

No one made eye contact with Aden, probably because he was
the boss. Naomie recognized most of the people as belonging to Dane’s floor.
That had to mean there was some joint event that had taken them out of the
office at the same time. She didn’t see Dane among them so it must not have
been his division.

Aden said, “Late-morning meeting for the marketing side. I
decided to hold it outside so everyone could get some fresh air. Everyone gets
lethargic sitting around a stuffy conference room.”

“Understandable.”

Naomie was betting everyone had hoped to get a different
elevator back to the office. But they were trapped now. The doors closed and
the elevator started the climb to the top floor.

“So what do I have to do to get another cake out of you?”
Aden strummed his fingers against her back. He hadn’t removed his hand.

Naomie said, “If you’re nice and behave yourself, I
might
—really
big might—make some red velvet cupcakes just for you for the company picnic
coming up in a few months. Might.”

“I’m a nice guy. You know that. No one can complain.”

Nervous fidgeting and a little throat clearing ensued from
the people around them. Naomie held back a snort. She’d heard Dane’s horror
stories about Aden. Dane tended to stay on the man’s good side but he’d seen
the trail of bodies after someone messed up at work. Aden was known for being a
perfectionist and a hard taskmaster.

Aden nodded at the tray. “So what did you bring us today?
Any chance of a red velvet cookie?”

“You have a one-track mind, don’t you?” Naomie chuckled and
shook her head. “No, it’s the usual suspects—chocolate chip, sugar and peanut
butter. I was really careful with the peanut butter. I cooked them last and put
them in a separate, sealed container.”

“I’m sure Ms. Yersy will appreciate you looking out for
her.”

April Yersy was Dane’s coworker. She had a peanut allergy.
Not severe but still enough to cause problems at company functions where people
were asked to bring food. Naomie took great pains to be careful but other
people weren’t as considerate.

Naomie said, “I love April. She’s a sweetie and she helped
Dane adjust when he got here. She’ll always get special treatment just for
that.”

“From the way you keep sneaking in all these wonderful
goodies, I would think you’re giving us all special treatment.” Aden patted her
back and then slid his hand down so he could pat her ass. “I love your
cookies.”

Naomie grinned. “I know you do.”

The elevator dinged and opened to a floor so some people
could exit while others entered. The shuffling masked Naomie widening her
stance. Having her back to the wall kept the other elevator occupants from
noticing Aden shifting aside the back flap of her dress so he could rub her
bare ass without impediment.

Not that anyone would notice. Everyone had faced front and
stood rigid the second they saw Aden. The man had the elevator equivalent of
complete privacy. He could stroke her ass to his heart’s content. Naomie didn’t
mind in the least. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d fondled her ass. He even
knew to dodge her plug during his perusal.

Aden said, “Your cookies are the best.” He slipped his hand
between her legs and stroked her pussy lips. “Always moist and rich.” He
sandwiched one finger in her slit and wiggled it so it got nice and wet with
her juices. “Decadent. Too good for us, really. Not that that will stop me from
indulging.”

The pad of his finger probed her channel entrance, almost a
questioning gesture. He already had his hand between her legs. Why ask now?

“I doubt much could stop you. It’s not like anyone would
tell you no. You’re the boss.”

He grinned. “Yes, I am.” He eased his finger inside her and
started pumping.

His internal caress woke her pussy and slicked her up but it
wasn’t enough to get her excited. Naomie let him continue because the elevator
ride would be boring otherwise. The little bit of thrill she got from the
situation was because of the other people trying hard not to look back, though
it was obvious they wanted to.

The boss was there but their coworker’s half-dressed wife
was there too, almost on full display if anyone cared to look. It was a hard
decision. Naomie loved the tension.

Aden leaned over, putting his chin close to her shoulder,
and inhaled loudly. “You’re distracting me so bad. I have another meeting and
all I can think about is eating your cookies. They’ll probably be gone by the
time I get out.” He added a second finger and wiggled them together in a rapid,
front-back motion that got Naomie’s attention.

Her clit twitched as her inner muscles squeezed Aden’s
finger. She smiled at him while slowly shifting from side to side. “That’s too
bad. Any other day I would loiter around until your meeting ended, though I
don’t want to be a distraction.”