The Abduction of Kelsey
Romance Unbound Publishing
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The Abduction of Kelsey
(formerly released as: Claiming Kelsey)
Claire Thompson
Edited by
Donna Fisk
Jae Ashley
Cover Art by Kelly Shorten
Fine Line Edit by Kevin Gherlone
Ebook ISBN
9781937337704
Copyright 2013 Claire Thompson
All rights reserved
A dark, fierce power coiled inside him like a snake ready to strike. His hand was on her throat. He could feel the pulse of her lust beneath his fingers. His cock was hard as steel as he guided it into the wet, greedy grasp of her cunt. She moaned.
“Yes, that’s what I need, James.”
He pulled back, teasing Kelsey with the head of his cock, drawing out the moment as he stoked the flames of her passion.
“Please! Please, James. Fuck me,” she begged.
She wrapped her strong legs around his hips, pulling him deeper into her. She gripped hard on the red satin ropes knotted around her wrists. “All these weeks sitting at my desk with you only a few feet away—it’s been torture, James. I dreamed that someday you would take me into your arms, into your bed. At last I’m here with you. Don’t make me wait any longer, James. Not a second longer.”
The satin rope melted away and Kelsey reached for him, slipping her arms around his neck as she covered his face with tiny kisses. Her cunt spasmed around his cock like a thousand perfect fingers. “Don’t ever let me go,” she panted. “Promise me, James. Promise me I will always belong to you, and you alone.”
She shuddered beneath him as he swiveled and thrust deep inside her perfection. “Oh! Oh, oh, oh!” Kelsey cried in her throaty voice. James’ balls tightened. Lightning shot through his shaft, exploding in a thunder of passion…
James lay still for a long moment, his hand wrapped around his wilting cock until the thud of his heart slowed. He opened his eyes, dismayed to realize he’d just ejaculated on his clean sheets, completely forgetting to grab the washcloth he kept by the bed when jerking off. He sighed heavily and rolled away from the sticky mess. He would change the sheets in the morning before work. He reached for a pillow and pulled it against his chest, nuzzling the edge of it. “Good night, Kelsey, my darling.”
Loneliness moved over him suddenly, shrouding him in its dark, relentless embrace. Clutching the pillow tighter, James closed his eyes and waited for sleep.
~*~
“He stares at you. I’ve seen him watching you when you aren’t looking. It’s kind of creepy.”
Kelsey laughed, shaking her head as she thought about her boss. “Aw, he’s harmless, Jenny. I actually think he’s kind of cute, in a nerdy sort of way. So serious. So proud of being a team leader. It’s endearing.”
Jenny shrugged. “I guess. He never looks at
me
that way.” She took a bite of her sandwich and chewed contemplatively. “You’re probably used to guys staring anyway. Every guy in our department has his tongue hanging out when you walk by.”
The guys at Kelsey’s new job were nothing to write home about, though she had gone out a time or two with a couple of them. Sometimes she thought she wasn’t entirely over Adam, though she knew breaking up with him had been the right thing to do. College sweethearts, they’d stayed together over the years out of habit and convenience. Adam was like a familiar old blanket, but as Kelsey grew older, she found herself wanting more than familiarity. She wasn’t ready to drift into marriage and slip into motherhood and find twenty years later that her life had somehow passed her by.
Life had to hold more, and she was determined to find it. Moving to the city, getting her own place, finding her own way—it had been exhilarating. She had made a fresh start, a clean break from the past. The last thing she wanted was to get involved with someone new. “I’m not looking for a relationship right now,” she told Jenny. “I was with a guy forever back home. I like being single.”
“I like it too, I guess,” Jenny said, though her tone and body language belied her. “Still, if the right guy came along…”
“He will,” Kelsey said reassuringly. “You’re smart and funny and beautiful. “
“Ha,” Jenny retorted. “And fat. Don’t forget fat.”
“Stop it. You’re fine,” Kelsey insisted. Jenny was in fact quite lovely, with thick, dark hair, clear skin and large blue eyes, but she
was
overweight, Kelsey had to admit. “But you know,” she continued, “I was thinking about joining that health club near the bank. They’re having a special on the membership. We could do it together, if you want. Be workout partners.”
Jenny shrugged noncommittally. “I don’t know. Maybe.” She glanced at her watch and stood from the park bench. “We better get back to the office. Bennett’s a stickler for punctuality.”
~*~
James Bennett liked his job. He was a vice president at a large commercial bank, admittedly one of dozens of VPs at the firm, but still, it was nothing to sneer at. He had worked his way up from a lending officer in the mortgage department to special assets analyst. He found he didn’t really care for the marketing side of the business. He didn’t like pounding the pavement in search of new accounts, or schmoozing with strangers in an effort to procure their business. It suited him far better to work with numbers and documents, which didn’t require him to smile and shake hands all the time, or pretend he cared about a client’s new baby, their golf game, or the redesign of their office space.
Special assets was a euphemism for bad debt—loans the bank had already written off, but which loan officers still tried to restructure and collect. While good at the marketing end of the business, these loan officers relied heavily on the analyses of the clients’ sales data, market share and financial structure provided by the special asset analysts. Last year James had been promoted to team leader in the corporate special assets, with responsibility for thirteen loan analysts. At the age of twenty-nine, this was no mean feat.
His life was full, with hobbies and exercise on the weekends, and a satisfying career. He hadn’t even realized he was lonely until the day
she
appeared.
Since the day Kelsey Rowan had applied for a job at the bank four months ago, James' world had been turned upside down.
She’d already passed the first interview hurdles with human resources when James was called down to meet her and conduct the second interview, along with the head of the department, Bob Reynolds. They were each given a copy of her resume and the results of the initial interview, but nothing had prepared James for the sight of her when she appeared in the door like an angel just fallen from the heavens.
She had worn a high-necked silk blouse beneath a tailored navy blue jacket and matching narrow skirt. With her hair pulled back, sensible, low-heeled pumps and gold studs in her small, pretty ears, she’d presented during the interview as the very picture of professionalism, though James had immediately sensed the deep sensuality and passion barely hidden just beneath her conservative exterior. She had all the necessary qualifications for the job, including a business degree from a good university, and two years experience at a small bank in her home town. Though James would never have admitted it to a soul, he would have hired her if she’d been a high school dropout who’d never set foot in a bank. He would have hired her just so he could look at her.
The room that housed the analysts was nothing special. There were two vertical rows of desks, with cubicle half-walls separating one from the other to offer the illusion of privacy. James sat at his own much larger desk at the front, like a teacher in a classroom, though there was no chalk board behind him. He’d moved a more seasoned employee out of the front desk so he could place Kelsey there, and thus have an unobstructed view of her beautiful face, which he could observe in profile as she clicked away on her computer.
It wasn’t just her beauty that captivated him, though she was lovely by any measure, with her tumbling, shiny red-gold hair and pouting red-lipped mouth, not to mention her slender body, shapely legs, and the hint of luscious breasts beneath her suit jackets and high-collared blouses. It wasn’t just that deep, throaty voice—the voice of a jazz singer in a 1940s nightclub—or the way she seemed to pay such full and complete attention when he explained something to her, her clear green eyes fixed on his face as if nothing else in the world mattered but him. Yes, all those things contributed to his feelings, certainly, but it was something else—something that words couldn’t quite capture—that had drawn him so utterly to her.
It was as if the two of them spoke a secret, special language. A language that didn’t require words or prior knowledge to understand. While he knew it was corny in the extreme, he thought of it as a language of the heart. They were born for one another. She was his soulmate, and as odd it sounded even to his own ears, he’d known that from the moment he’d laid eyes on her.
For the first time since his promotion to head of his team two years before, James regretted being in a position of authority. Kelsey, understandably, was hesitant to get involved with her boss, and while James agreed with this stance in theory, it chafed at him nonetheless. He had considered getting her transferred to another department as a way to open the door that kept him from her, but found he couldn’t bear the thought of not seeing her each and every day.
It had been hard to keep his emotions under wraps when she’d started having lunch with that asshole, Fowler Chandler, in accounting. What kind of stupid name was Fowler, anyway? Yeah, the guy was good-looking, James supposed, in an obvious, all-American dumb blond kind of way, but Kelsey deserved better. She deserved James, and he deserved her.
Happily, she’d soon tired of Chandler, and ate lunch most of the time with Jenny and Sarah, the other two women on his team. When Steve Hardin started nosing around her a little too persistently, James had been able to get the bastard assigned to an external audit, which got him out of the office for a few months at least. James had quietly seethed when Kelsey went out with the guy a few times after work, but she soon saw the error of her ways.
Meanwhile James bided his time as he contemplated when he’d make his move. For the time being, he contented himself with quietly, discreetly keeping his eye on Kelsey. Sometimes at work she would look up suddenly and their eyes would meet. Her shy smile radiated through him like liquid sunlight, and he would feel himself tumbling into her soul. That one moment of connection would be enough to see him through the day and to fuel his fantasies at night.
James had never taken the contractual mid-morning break before Kelsey’s arrival, feeling that, since he was part of management, it showed a lack of professionalism. Since Kelsey had appeared, however, he had pushed these qualms aside, pulled into the break room by an invisible tether that bound Kelsey and him together. Though he rarely actively joined in his subordinates’ conversations during these breaks, he kept his ear cocked for Kelsey’s sexy, husky voice and drank in every word, no matter how mundane the topic.
One morning as James pretended to read his paper at a small table near the group, he was extremely annoyed by the way Frank Lease kept monopolizing Kelsey’s attention with pictures of his stupid new puppy. Talk about an obvious ploy. James was pleased to see that, while she was pleasant and polite as always, Kelsey didn’t seem terribly interested.
No—she was waiting for the right person.
She was waiting for James.
Just as he would wait for her, biding his time until the moment was right. As he lay in bed at night, cock in hand, Kelsey in his mind and heart, he thanked his lucky stars he hadn’t made the mistake of marrying Emily Brookes. Unlike Kelsey, Emily had been too superficial to appreciate what he’d offered her. She had lacked the vision or imagination to understand how powerful true love could be.
