Paradise Disguised(5)

He'd been ready to combust for the past two weeks, walking around with a  permanent hard-on. Anna had filled his dreams with erotic visions and  left him wanting like he'd never wanted anyone before.

He'd made extra trips to Hollis Tools over the past two weeks, hoping to  get a glimpse of Anna, but she'd been nowhere in sight. Jack had told  him she'd taken some time off and wouldn't be spending so much time in  the store in the future, but God, how he'd missed not seeing those  luminous eyes tracking his whereabouts.

He closed the blinds and sat down at his desk, trying desperately to  look like he was doing something besides fantasizing. Normally, he'd  have Mitchell sit in on a client's first visit so he could start drawing  up plans, but he wanted Anna all to himself.

Janet buzzed him on his office link to let him know of Anna's arrival.

"Anna Hollis to see you," Janet said.

"Send her in please," he said. Anticipation had his hands clasped in a white-knuckled grip on the arm of his chair.

When she walked in, Dylan was entranced by the vivid turquoise eyes that  met his gaze. It was like being hit head on by a Mack truck. His cock  twitched in anticipation and thickened painfully at the vision that  stood in front of him. He exhaled slowly to try and relieve some of the  pressure behind his zipper.

Holy God. She looked better than even he'd imagined. He did a slow  perusal of her body. The frumpy clothes were gone, replaced with a sleek  business suit in "fuck me red." The pencil skirt came modestly just  above her knees, but the four-inch heels she wore made her legs look  like they went on forever. God how he wanted those shoes around his  waist. She wore a matching jacket that zipped up the front, and she had  it unzipped about an inch, so a hint of cleavage showed.

"Anna?" He asked, a little in awe. "Wow. I almost didn't recognize you.  You've made quite a change since the last time I saw you."

He could tell his words threw her off stride. He was sure she thought  she'd gone unnoticed by him and he watched her carefully built  confidence crumble slightly. Her show of weakness emboldened him, and he  recognized the shy young woman he'd lusted after.                       
       
           



       

He got up from behind his desk and extended his hand to her in greeting, his erection prominent behind the zipper of his jeans.

Her eyes grew wide at his extended hand and she stuttered a little. "Oh … I … I didn't realize we'd met before."

Anna blushed prettily as her shyness warred with curiosity. She'd left  her hand in his and gently rubbed the rough calluses on his fingers,  driving him to distraction in the process.

"We've never been formally introduced, but I've noticed you every time I'm in the store. I'm Dylan Maguire."

"Anna Hollis," she said, her hand still trapped by his.

"I'm glad you got rid of the glasses. You have beautiful eyes," he told her.

He almost laughed as she gulped audibly, and he knew his verbal torment was going to be keeping him awake all night.

"Thank you," she said, finally extricating her hand from his. She broke  eye contact and walked slowly around his office, giving him the view of a  lifetime in the process. She had the roundest ass, and he couldn't wait  to get his hands on it.

"What can I help you with today, Anna?" He asked her, returning to the  chair behind his desk. "Jack told me you might be interested in building  your own place."

"Yes, that's right," she answered. "My dad gave me some land as a gift,  and I'd like to build a place of my own as soon as possible. It's just  on the border of the original Hollis land, not too far from here. I  don't want anything too big, just a comfortable place that I can enjoy  for the rest of my life. The trees and the creek will make a good  backdrop. I'd like the design of the house to stay true to the land."

"We'll go meet with my architect and see what he can come up with after  we're through here. He can help you put all your ideas on paper and then  we'll get started making your dreams come true."

She smiled tentatively at him, but Dylan wasn't going to let her go so  easy. She'd worked up the courage to change her appearance and meet him  face to face, and he was going to make her finish what she started.

"Anna," he said, caressingly. "Tell me why you've really come."

She looked confused and shook her head in denial. "I just told you why I'm here."

"You only told me part of the reason, and I think it was more of an  excuse to come here than a reason anyway." He got up and stood close in  front of her, their bodies a breath apart. "I want you to tell me the  real reason for coming, the reason for changing your appearance. Be  honest."

Anna took a big breath and let it out in a rush. The moment of truth was  upon her, not only for Dylan but for herself as well. "I wanted you to  notice me."

"Oh, I noticed you all right. Why do you think I came in the store so  often?" he asked. "My shed is stocked full of more tools than I can  possibly use in this lifetime."

Dylan moved closer so the heat of his erection brushed against her, and  he heard her gasp in surprise. Her breathing became heavy and he could  see the rise and fall of her breasts with each breath.

"Now tell me the rest, why did you come to me specifically?" He pulled  her body closer, so their breaths meshed with every exhale. He skimmed  the tip of his fingers down the side of her breasts to her ribs. "Tell  me," he demanded.

"I want you to teach me," she blurted out.

"What do you want me to teach you?" he asked. His breath fanned her ear,  and he felt the shivers coursing through her body. He inhaled her scent  and could smell the musky layer of arousal floating between them.

"I want you to teach me how to be sexy." She worked up her courage and  looked him square in the eyes. "I want you to teach me about sex,  everything about it. I want to be seen as a woman, and I want you to  make my body feel heavy and tingle like it does every time you walk into  a room."

Dylan watched her cheeks flush with color and duck her head in  embarrassment. He was completely speechless. He'd never met a woman who  was so brazen, yet so innocent at the same time. His body was hot enough  to self-combust, and she had absolutely no idea the effect she was  having on him. He tilted her chin back up with his finger and brought  her eyes to meet his.

"You don't need me to teach you how to be sexy. You are so fucking sexy I  could come in my jeans just by looking at you." He appreciated the way  her pupils dilated at his crude words. "I thought you were sexy before  you changed your clothes and your hair. You have a body that every man  fantasizes about, and you've been the star of my dreams for months."                       
       
           



       

"I have?" she whispered.

"Oh yes," Dylan said. "And I had every intention of bringing you out of  your shell eventually, but fortunately, you did it on your own. That  just means we can move our affair forward, skip all the pleasantries and  just get down to the pleasure."

Dylan knew that Anna's lack of experience could work to his advantage.  He would get the opportunity to mold and instruct her in the art of  passion, something he'd never gotten to do before, as most of his  previous partners had been long past experienced. And most importantly,  he'd make sure she liked sex just the way he did, hard and fast and  dirty, any time and any place. There were few women in this world that  could satisfy his sexual appetite, and he was determined to make Anna  one of them.

"So you'll teach me?" she asked hesitantly.

Dylan snapped back from his lusty vision and focused on the wide-eyed  stare in front of him. "Oh yeah, I'll teach you. And your first lesson  is to never be shy or hesitant around me. If you want something, I want  you to ask for it. No matter what it is. I'll do my best to give it to  you."

Anna still looked unsure at his command, but he admired the way she  stuck out her chin and did as he said, even though she was flushed red  in embarrassment.

"I want you to kiss me," she said. Her voice only quivered slightly at the request.

Dylan brought her body closer, so she was leaning against him, and he  ran his hands down her back slowly until he cradled her ass in his  hands. She had such a great backside, full and firm. It fit perfectly in  his hands.

He pressed her against his body, closer, closer, until they were heat to heat, her thighs cradling his hardness.

She moaned in anticipation, unknown feelings rioting through her body,  and Dylan almost lost control. He wanted nothing more than to devour the  sweet mouth in front of him, but self control prevailed … barely. He had  to savor this first kiss.