Dark Secrets(24)

He grabbed the calculator and followed her to sit down across from her. "You're gonna watch me do it?" he asked, smirking.

"No," she said, shaking her head and standing again. "I am going to go and play Mahjong on my phone," she informed him, moving away. "Tell me when you're done so I can check it."

With that, she moved away and he got to work. He had cashed out dozens of times at the other bar job he had worked at so he knew what he was doing and once you got the hang of it, it went relatively quickly. But he checked twice just to make sure before he walked back to the bar.

Thanks to years of practice as things like it, he was always able to walk up on her without her noticing. So when his body pressed into hers in the corner of the back bar and he dropped the drawer and drop bag down on the counter to her side, she jumped hard and let out a rush of breath. Her phone dropped down onto the counter with a crash, a half-finished Mahjong board on the screen.

"Jesus, what are you..." she started, then trailed off as his hand moved over her hip and across her lower stomach, pushing so that her back pressed into his front.

"Know what I noticed about this bar?" he asked, his mouth close to her ear. "This corner right here, right where we are standing... this is a blank spot in the security camera. All you can see is the corner of my shoulder. And not even the shoulder of this arm," he told her, his fingertips touching the button to her jeans.

"Danny..."

"No more fighting it, baby" he said, finger pushing the button through and reaching for the tab of the zipper, pulling it down slowly. "I'm going to finish what I started in that alley," he told her, teeth nipping into her earlobe as his hand slipped under the waistband of her lacy panties. "Yeah?" he asked when her breath hitched and her head fell back on his shoulder.



       
         
       
        

"Yeah," she agreed, her voice an airy imitation of her usual confident tone.

"Thank fuck," he growled, permission given, his hand plunging down her panties and finding her slick slit. He made a low, growling noise in his chest finding her so wet so easily, figuring she had been turned on since the kiss in the alley and finding that almost unbearably hot. A stab of desire shot to his cock, making him need to take a deep breath and remind him that while he could touch her in the bar, fucking her there was out of the question.

He would have to wait for that.

Until then, he had her pussy in his hand, her wetness coating his palm, and her face turned into his neck, letting out low, whimpering sounds he found way too fucking sexy, especially coming from such a controlled woman.

His finger moved up and started circling her clit. Her hand went down and grabbed his forearm, her fingers bruising in their strength, as her hips started moving slightly, instinctively, seeking fulfillment.

His hand shifted so his thumb took over at her clit as his forefinger moved down her slit to find the entrance to her pussy, but not pressing in. Instead, he pulsed his finger there, hinting at but not fulfilling her growing need.

"Danny, please," she groaned, her breath warm on his neck.

"Please what?" he asked, pressing his thumb into her clit. "Please make you come?" he asked.

"Please make me come," she repeated, without even a hint of hesitation, no embarrassment, completely at ease demanding her pleasure.

"Good girl," he growled, sinking his finger inside her in one smooth stroke, making her body jolt as her hips sank down.

"Oh my God," she groaned, her hand slipping down to his wrist, trying to make sure he wouldn't pull away.

But he had no plans on that as he slid his middle finger inside to join the other, thrusting lazily until she was squirming, her breathing erratic, her whimpers a nearly constant thing. Then and only then did he crook his fingers inside her and rake his fingers over the top wall, hitting her G-spot and making her lean back against him as her legs got shaky.

His arm didn't go around her belly to center her though.

Oh no.

When he knew she was close, his hand moved up her stomach, between her breasts, over her chest, and closed around her throat, cutting off her air just seconds before the orgasm ripped through her, making it even more intense, her walls clenching around him over and over as she let out an almost pained sound despite her lack of breath.

As they subsided, his hand gentled, but stayed there a long minute as his fingers thrust lazily again, bringing her back down slowly as she took long, slow, desperate breaths.

He felt it as his finger slid out of her- the transition from uninhibited, needy, passionate woman to the cool, calm, collected, and completely in-control woman she usually was. It was in the way she stiffened, in the way she pulled away from him and reached down immediately to put her zip and button back into place. It was in her silence. And it was most especially in the way she turned and shoved against his shoulder as she moved past him, grabbing all the stuff he had dropped down a couple minutes before, and taking them with her as she walked out from the bar and into the kitchen where he knew she would be locking herself in the office under the guise of checking his work when what she really needed was a couple minutes to get her guards back up.