OvercomingtheNeed (3 page)

“Too late for that,” Aden said with a snort.

More than a few of the men occupying the elevator nodded.

Naomie said, “But I have another appointment after this.
This is a quick visit to my husband to deliver my treats.”

“And such delicious treats.”

One of the women chanced glancing Naomie’s way. She got a
winning smile for her trouble. Naomie was poised and relaxed…her upper body at
least. Most people on elevators didn’t look down. If the woman had, she would
have seen Naomie stirring her hips in small circles in an attempt to ride
Aden’s fingers without looking as if she were.

Naomie loved getting fingered in a public place and having
to pretend she wasn’t. The more crowded the better. The bolder the fingering,
the better as well. Dane had once had her humping his hand—knee up at his waist
with Naomie pressed against his side—while they attended the grand opening of the
new mall.

The crowd had been tight and suffocating. It seemed as
though the entire city had turned out. Everyone had stood shoulder to shoulder
and some people closer than that as they pressed forward to try to be the first
one in—an impossibility considering how far back in the crowd they’d been.
Naomie had been on the verge of a panic attack.

Dane’s solution had been a little pussy massage that
escalated quickly. The people closest to Dane and Naomie had noticed but no one
said anything. Most people had pretended not to see and tried to shuffle away
without success. Others hadn’t been as prudish. Naomie had felt more than one
hand—male and female—touching her ass as she’d ridden Dane’s fingers.

By the time she orgasmed, she hadn’t bothered keeping her moans
quiet. She hadn’t screamed but it was a near thing. A few people had clapped
and some had congratulated Dane while patting him on the back. The mall opened
a few minutes later.

Good times. Aden and the occupants of the elevator wouldn’t
get that type of show. For one thing, Aden wasn’t Dane. Only Dane could stick a
single finger up Naomie’s pussy, not move it and have her screaming with
pleasure. He was just that good. But then Dane had a way of looking at Naomie
that could make her climax if he stared at her long enough. He’d done it a few
times during college.

The elevator dinged again, signaling the top floor. Aden
huffed shortly as he eased his fingers free of her wet heat. “Time for work. If
you have time, please stop by my office before you leave, Naomie.” While
exiting the elevator, he winked at her and licked his fingers. Anyone seeing
him would think he had snuck a cookie.

He had. Just not the type of cookie Naomie carried on her
tray.

She let everyone leave first so she could make sure the back
of her skirt was in place before she stepped off.

Dane’s office was the farthest from the elevators. As Naomie
crossed the floor, many people called greetings. Everyone knew her. Her few
appearances at company functions had firmly cemented her in everyone’s minds,
especially the one picnic where her friends had shown up and carted her away as
if she were a sack of grain. That one was still talked about around the office,
or so Dane told her.

His secretary gave Naomie a cool look when she approached.
Naomie smiled at the woman regardless. “Hi, Bonnie. I’ve come to bug my
husband.”

“More like bugger,” Bonnie grumbled under her breath, though
Naomie still heard her. She pasted on a fake smile and asked, “Does he know
you’re coming?”

“He will soon.” Naomie winked. “I’m a surprise.” She hefted
the plate. “And I brought cookies.”

“How nice of you. You shouldn’t have.” Bonnie’s tone implied
Naomie really shouldn’t have.

Naomie and Bonnie didn’t get along. It wasn’t that Naomie
hadn’t tried, but Bonnie hated her. Their first meeting might be a big part of
that but Naomie recognized Bonnie’s type of aggression for what it
was—repression. The woman had bought into society’s definition of what a
proper, decent woman should do and she probably hated that Naomie flaunted herself.
This type of person and Naomie never saw eye to eye and never would. She and
Naomie played fake-nice when they had to and then went their separate ways.

Naomie said in an ultra-sweet voice, “But I did.”

Bonnie sighed through her smile. “Yes, you did. That’s
an…interesting outfit.” Disapproval dripped from every syllable.

“I wanted to look corporate.”

“Ah.”

“So is Dane busy?”

“I’m sure he is. This is a place of
business
, after
all.” Bonnie swept her gaze up and down Naomie and then rolled her eyes. “But
I’ll check to see if he has time for you.”

Naomie wanted to tell Bonnie that Dane always had time for
her, but she couldn’t let the woman draw her into an argument. That would cause
trouble for Dane later. According to him, Bonnie was the best secretary he’d
had to date. Sure, the last four had probably fallen behind in their work
because they’d been too busy riding and sucking Dane’s dick to keep up with the
workload, but that was beside the point.

Dane liked Bonnie—her work ethic at least. That meant Naomie
had to be civil so Bonnie didn’t use Naomie as a reason to ask for a transfer.
Bonnie had hinted at the possibility on the few occasions she and Naomie had
spoken. And Bonnie had cited that Naomie would be the cause if she went through
with it. Of course Bonnie had said it in a roundabout way but Naomie had heard
the warning.

Bonnie pushed a button on her phone and said, “Mr. James,
your wife is here. Shall I send her in?”

“Yes,” Dane said in a gruff tone.

Naomie didn’t like the amount of stress in that one word.
The workday wasn’t half started yet. What could have gotten him so uptight this
early in the day? She was glad she’d decided not to change her plans. With the
right coaxing, she could make him relax. That would help his concentration and
his mood.

“Go right ahead.” Bonnie gestured to the door before
returning to her typing.

“Thanks.” Naomie flounced past the woman, making sure to put
an extra swing in her step so her skirt flapped and showed more of her ass. She
could swear she heard Bonnie grinding her teeth.

Putting Bonnie out of her mind, Naomie entered Dane’s office
and closed the door. The large room felt like a mausoleum. A dark cloud of
frustration and anger hung over Dane’s head and threatened to rain all over the
papers littering his desk.

“Hey, Big D. Bad time?”

Dane heaved a breath and dropped his head forward.
“Understatement, sugar.” He lifted his gaze to her. “What’s up?”

Naomie lifted the plate higher. “Cookies.”

“Cookies?” He straightened and quirked an eyebrow. “Really,
Naomie?”

“What? Can’t a wife bring her husband cookies?” She lifted
the front flap of her skirt, showing him just what kind of cookies she meant.
Her pussy was bare. The skirt she wore more than covered her so Naomie had
decided to skip her usual thong. Seeing Dane’s grin made it worth it.

“Where are your panties or a thong at least?” He tried to
sound gruff and disapproving but the smile ruined the effect.

Naomie shrugged.

“Uh huh.” He sighed and shook his head. “Naomie, I told you
not to do this again. Not after what happened the last time.”

“It’s been weeks. And this is a quick visit. I promise.”

“Naomie.”

She swayed her hips side to side while flapping her skirt.

Dane’s gaze followed her pussy. “Fine.” He jerked his chin.
“Lock the door.”

She dropped her skirt, set the plate of cookies on the table
closest to her, locked the door and then trotted over to Dane’s desk. Putting
her purse aside, she grabbed a pad and pencil from the mess. She nibbled the
tip of the pencil. “Don’t I look like a secretary?”

“Not
my
secretary.”

Naomie snorted and tossed her props aside. “Shoot me if I
ever
look like your secretary. Stuck-up bitch.”

“Naomie.”

“She hates me.”

Dane held his hand out to her. When she got close, he hugged
her waist, bringing her up against his side. “In her defense, sugar, the first
time she met you was while we were fucking on my desk. She thought you were a
prostitute.”

“At least say call girl.”

“Call girl. Exclusive and very expensive.”

“Thank you.” She dropped a kiss on the top of his head. “And
she wouldn’t have met me that way if she had knocked.”

“Or if you had locked the door.”

Naomie waved that away, which made Dane laugh and squeeze
her waist.

Okay, so Naomie’s and Bonnie’s bad blood had started with
Naomie…sort of.

It had been Bonnie’s lunch break when Naomie arrived to give
Dane a preview of his Christmas gift this December past. Naomie hadn’t been
able to wait for Christmas Eve night, or day for that matter. By the time
Bonnie returned, Dane had had Naomie on his desk and spread while he pounded her
pussy. Ankles held up and apart, tie slung over Dane’s shoulder, pants riding
his thighs, pounding hard and fast and Naomie stroking her clit while she urged
him to give her more—it had been a glorious way to spend lunch.

He hadn’t paused when Bonnie entered his office without
knocking and stood there in shocked disbelief. She’d only watched for a few
seconds before retreating. Neither Naomie nor Dane had thought her interruption
warranted stopping. Dane had had twenty minutes left on his lunch hour. They’d
used every one of them.

Naomie had been wobbly on her feet when she exited Dane’s
office to Bonnie’s evil, censure-laden expression. An expression that had
gotten worse when Bonnie learned Naomie was Dane’s wife.

Naomie and Bonnie had had issues ever since. But Naomie
refused to let thoughts of Bonnie ruin her surprise. She bent forward across
Dane’s desk with her thighs spread and wiggled her ass.

Dane nudged the rose peeking between her ass cheeks. “There
it is. How the hell did you drive while wearing this thing?”

“I got a seat donut the other day.”

“How long have you been planning this?”

She whistled.

“Uh huh.” Grasping the rose, he pumped the plug so it
stroked her hole.

Naomie wiggled more and let out a rumbling purr.

“Where’s the other one? That’s why you’re showing this one
to me, right? You want me to switch it out? Or did you just come here so I
could play with it?” He moved the plug faster. “Not that I mind after the day
I’m having.”

After drawing in a shaky breath, Naomie said, “My purse.”
She moaned low as she rocked against the edge of the desk. Her pussy entrance
pulsed with the need to have something stuffed in it as well.

Dane stopped teasing her so he could look through her purse.
“I found your thong.” He dangled the tiny triangle of cloth before dropping it
on her back. “And here’s your plug…the usual one.”

The stainless steel teardrop appeared tiny sitting on Dane’s
palm. Naomie knew better. She’d picked out the medium size this time since the
rose was a bit disappointing after the anal probe Dane had given her. To be
fair, all plugs were disappointing after Dane finished with her ass. She needed
some recovery time before she could wear one again.

Dane tugged the rose free—Naomie wasn’t giving it up—and
then popped the teardrop in its place. Her asshole took it easily. Too easily.
Naomie had thought Dane would tease her some more.

She looked back at him. He sat staring at the rose with a
frown creasing his forehead. Naomie lifted off his desk, parked sideways on his
lap and laid her head on his shoulder. “What’s wrong, Big D? You’re all tense.”

“Work crap. It would bore you.” He set the rose aside and
hugged her as he leaned back in the seat. “I feel better now.”

“You’re not mad at me for showing up without telling you
first? I did bring cookies.” She wiggled her ass over the bulge stiffening
beneath her.

Dane swatted her lower back. “I know exactly what you
brought and you know I can’t take a break until lunch. Why did you come so
early?”

She shrugged again. “It seemed like the thing to do. So it’s
early for cookies. I can still have a breakfast sausage.” She slipped off his
lap and situated herself between his knees.

Dane let out a resigned sigh. She knew better. He was damn
happy she was there. The way his erection popped out of his pants like a
jack-in-the-box the second she unzipped them was proof.

She gripped his shaft and pumped. “And the best part of
having a breakfast sausage is that you can work at the same time.” With his
dick as a control, she urged him to follow her as she backed up under his desk.

There was something so fun about giving a blowjob from under
a desk. It smacked of secrecy and the forbidden. She’d only done it once
before, during high school. She’d wanted to do it again but had never had an
office job.

Dane did and she planned to indulge. She rubbed her lips
over Dane’s tip, spreading his pre-cum like gloss, and then closed her mouth
around his crown. Dane gave a growling huff that said she had his attention.

Naomie pulled her head back while sucking his tip. It left her
mouth with a pop. She tickled the end of her tongue against his opening,
getting a little more pre-cum.

Dane let his head flop back. “That’s what I needed.”

“Work, mister.” Naomie fisted her hand around his shaft and
squeezed. “I know you’re used to getting head while working, so don’t act like
this is new.”

“But I’m not used to my wife doing it while I’m working.”

“I’ll stop.”

Dane sat forward. “Work. Work. Work. So much work. Busy.
Busy.” Papers shuffled on his desk and he clicked his mouse.

Naomie grinned. It didn’t take much to motivate her husband.
Denying him sex worked like a charm every time. She caressed her tongue over
and then around his crown before she resumed sucking on it.

Sliding both hands up and down his shaft, Naomie focused on
Dane’s crown. She planned to treat all of him to her mouth but first she wanted
to get him good and excited.