Shift Change

Everyone has fantasies. But not everyone does something about them.

I was just filing the last of the balance sheets in the metal cabinet when I heard the buzzer signalling someone had entered the cash cage. Unconcerned because it was close to shift change, I kept working until I heard Joe’s husky voice.

“I need you to come with me, Katie.”

I looked up with a flirtatious smile ready, only to have it fade fast when I saw how serious he looked. I asked what was wrong, but he just shook his head and repeated that he needed me to go with him. “And bring your stuff.” He gestured to my coat and purse.

We stopped in the cage and I filled my replacement in on what paperwork I’d done and what still needed to be done, and then was on my way, following Joe once again, worried about what was going to happen.

Could I be dismissed for teasing him the way I had? Of course! And he’d have the shocking proof on CCTV recording.

Oh my God, how could I have gotten so carried away?

This time when we stepped into the elevator, Joe moved to the back, I stood in front of him. The doors slid closed and the lift shifted as it began its descent. Holding my purse and coat in front of me, I turned and looked straight at him, waiting for some hint as to what was going on. He stood silently, his intense eyes full of blue fire as they locked with mine. Recently sated arousal unfurled in my belly and started my juices flowing again.

Determined to have him make the next move, I bit my lip to keep quiet. The lift stopped with a loud chime and the doors slid open. I turned from him and strolled into the hallway.

“This way,” he said firmly and took off down the hall.

I watched his tight butt and swinging nightstick, and hoped to hell he wasn’t really angry, and hadn’t told anyone else. Perhaps there was still a chance we could work something out…

At the door to the surveillance room, he stepped in and motioned me to follow. Tom got up from the corner monitor and left the room, closing the door behind him. When we were alone, Joe took my belongings and set them on the table in the corner. Then he stepped closer, invading my personal space.

The air between us vibrated with sexual tension. My nipples puckered to the point of pain and I fought against jumping on him.

“That was quite a show you put on for me,” he commented softly.

He rested his hands on his hips, his eyes roaming over my face, my neck, my cleavage.

“Is that what this is about?” I pushed the words past the tightness in my throat. “Am I in trouble?”

“You are definitely in trouble.” He reached out and rested his hands on my shoulders. With a sharp spin he had me facing the wall. “Assume the position.”

My heart pounded in my chest and an excited gasp escaped.

I leaned forwards to place my hands on the wall. Joe’s front pressed to my back as he reached around me and adjusted my hands higher, stretching me out for a good frisk.

His hands skimmed down my arms, across my shoulders and back before settling on my hips. He held me firm, and kicked my feet apart. My breath hitched in my throat and my insides trembled.

I’d dreamt of this so often I didn’t know if I could stand the reality. Strong masculine hands smoothed over my ribcage and moved up to cup my breasts, dragging a small moan from my lips.

“Oh, you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” Joe’s words whispered across the sensitive skin of my neck, his hard-on brushing teasingly against my bum. “You’ve been hiding your true nature for too long, Katie. With a thorough search, who knows what else I might uncover?” He pulled back and I felt bereft. Then a hand encircled each ankle and began a slow leisurely trip up my legs.

A trail of fire followed as he skimmed over my calves, lingering at the back of my knees before continuing up my outer thighs, and under my skirt. Rough fingertips brushed over the bare flesh of my inner thigh before he cupped my plump butt cheeks, firmly kneading them. When his thumbs delved into the crease of my ass, my back arched automatically, thrusting myself deeper into his hands. Another ecstatic moan escaped my lips.

Abruptly, his hands left my flesh and he stood once again. Pressing his body against mine from behind, his lips brushed against my neck when he spoke. “You’re such a tease, you drive me crazy,” he growled, nipping my earlobe. “The things I want to do to you…”

I felt the struggle in him, in his unfinished sentence. As big and bad as he was, he still had doubts about me.

“Anything,” I whispered, just loud enough for him to hear.

Gentle fingers cupped my chin and lifted my face until our eyes met. I could see lust, tinged with wariness in his fiery gaze.

“Anything,” I repeated, not backing down. “I’m all yours, to use any way you want.”

It was as if my words freed us both. Joe’s full lips tilted into a wicked grin seconds before his lips covered mine in a fast hard kiss. Then he reached for one of my wrists, and pulled my hand behind my back. A shiver racked my body at the feel of cold metal wrapped around my wrist.

“Give me your other hand,” he commanded.