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  Her Five Favorite Words

  by

  Gina Gordan

  Breathless Press

  Calgary, Alberta

  www.breathlesspress.com

  This is a work of fiction.

  Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  Her Five Favorite Words Copyright© 2010 Gina Gordan ISBN: 978-1-926771-36-6

  Cover Artist: Justyn Perry Editor: Piper Grey

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced electronically or in print without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews.

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  For D.

  Becca knelt on the tiled bathroom floor and gazed at the impressive bulge level with her eyes. The background chatter seeping through the door almost drowned out the heavy click of metal as he locked them in, ensuring their privacy in the single washroom of the coffee shop.

  She leaned forward, taking in the musky scent contrasting with the smell of pine hanging in the air around them. His long fingers slid his zipper down, releasing his erection. He was long. He was pink. He was— “What can I get you?” The lady standing at the register tapped her fingers on the counter.

  Becca cleared her throat and shook away the remnant of her fantasy. Then she whispered her five favorite words, “Grande, vanilla, extra-hot latte.”

  Saying them had become a ritual.

  Or rather half of it. Every morning she started her day with a drink and a hot daydream about Mr. Sexy.

  The object of her obsession stood just a couple of people behind her in the line. His presence heightened Becca’s senses: The coffee smelled sweeter, the music sang louder, and the ache between her legs throbbed harder, exciting her to the brink of gasping.

  She stole a glance over her shoulder before she took back her credit card. He was wearing his lime green golf shirt. Not many men could pull it off but he could, with his cropped brown hair and his chocolate eyes.

  His lean frame towered over the others, making it easy for her to watch him while she waited for her latte. One simple glance had her visualizing his hard body lying on top of her and his strong hands creeping up her skirt, stroking her until she crippled over in orgasm.

  “Grande, vanilla, extra-hot latte!”

  The merry voice almost sang the last word.

  Becca secured a lid to her cardboard cup and stole one last look. Her legs weakened at the sight of his sly smile.

  Before she could melt into a puddle, she raced out the double doors into the cool office building’s lobby.

  As she strutted across the

  concourse, she tried to tamp down her sexual energy. She focused on the beat of her heels clicking against the granite squares. The fresh aroma of her coffee and milk pulled her back, sending her insides into another tizzy.

  Her shoe clicked one last time before she hit the carpet. She pushed the plastic button with the arrow pointing up to summon the elevator. With a hesitant breath, she surveyed the lobby from side to side. Surprisingly, she waited alone.

  She sipped down her latte and savored the sweet aftertaste, longing for another type of thick, creamy liquid to coat the back of her throat. She wanted to take a man into her mouth and suck, lick, and stroke until he rewarded her with his heat.

  Becca still held hope she’d get to use the stash of foil packets hidden in her purse. All she wanted was fast and satisfying sex. Was it so difficult for a girl to get laid?

  The elevator dinged. When she stepped into the car, she pulled in a deep, calming breath. She used her knuckle to select the forty-seventh floor then took position against the mirrored back wall.

  She held her cup tight and mindlessly watched the small television screen flashing the daily news.

  The silver steel doors closing her in came to an abrupt halt when an arm thrust itself in between them. Her breath caught at the small glimpse of lime green. She had often fantasized about this—an elevator romp with Mr. Sexy. Standing up, bent over, or on the ground. Every time her orgasm was quick and mind blowing.

  He stepped in bringing the fresh aromas of his coffee and his spicy aftershave. After pressing his finger against the number thirty-two, he made his way to the opposite side of the car.

  The moment he settled into his spot his eyes locked on her, sending a tingle up and down the length of her body. It intensified when he focused all his attention on her face. Her stomach fluttered, and she felt a rush of heat travel up her neck to her cheeks.

  He rested casually against the wall, his coffee flush against his chest and his black dress pants hugging his tight bottom.

  Boxers or briefs? She would probably never know.

  They rode in silence, but his eyes stayed focused on her body. The slight rattle within the elevator shaft provided the only noise to focus on. Damn! Her body craved the touch of a man. Trying to ease the ache between her legs, she squeezed tight. If she could have his touch, just one touch, oh how satisfied she would be.

  She was mid-sip when the elevator lurched to a stop.

  “Shit! Fuck!”

  It went completely dark before the soft glow of the generator lights illuminated the space. This couldn’t be happening. She braced herself up against the wall, her cup shaking in her hand, and felt the rise of panic.

  “Please tell me this isn’t happening?” Of all the scenarios she could dream up, she’d never expected her first words to Mr. Sexy to be spoken out of terror.

  “’Fraid so.” He approached the control panel and opened up the small cabinet.

  He picked up the receiver and spoke, but the pounding of her heart drowned him out. She held on to her cup for dear life as the space closed in around her.

  “Are you all right?”

  “Fine,” she spit out in between gasps. “Just a little claustrophobia, no big deal.” She paced the elevator with unsteady legs. “We need to get out of here.

  Right now!”

  “They said they would get us out as soon as possible.”

  His voice was calming underneath the frenzy of emotions running through her.

  Approaching her with caution, he grabbed her arms, holding her steady, and captured her gaze. “It’s going to be okay.”

  She lost sense of everything around her. A different type of disorientation replaced the raging panic that came with her fear of enclosed spaces. A butterfly-inducing haze began the moment he came into close proximity.

  “Let me take that. You’re shaking.”

  He grabbed the drink out of her hand and placed it on the floor in the corner beside his own. She hadn’t even noticed he’d put his down.

  She returned to pacing, her mind racing. “This is no good, Becks. This isn’t the way to start a new day. Not to mention you finally get to talk to Mr. Sexy and you’re acting like a crazy woman that just escaped…”

  He chuckled under his breath. Oh, God! Did she say that out loud? Add embarrassment to her list of symptoms.

  What about mortification?

  “Is there something I can do for you?”

  Sure. Two minutes ago she was willing to lift her skirt and bend over for him, but now she just wished she could be somewhere else, anywhere else.

  “Distract me.”

  “Distract you?”

  “Yeah.” She continued to wear out the marble floor, his eyes following her every move. “I just need to relax. If you distract me, then I won’t have time to think about where I am and what will happen.”

  “I can do that.”
He folded his arms across his chiselled chest. “Mr. Sexy?”

  She burst out laughing. “Sorry. I just…I see you all the time, and you’re very attractive. I’ve always wanted to tell you how good that lime green is on you. It suits you.”

  “Thanks.”

  You’re attractive. It looks good on you. LOSER! Was she being punished for being sexually needy? She was finally getting a chance to live out a fantasy, and her first impression couldn’t be any less arousing.

  A loud banging overhead made her jump, and the unexpected dip of the elevator car thrust reality back in her face.

  “Oh God, we’re going to fall!” She pinned herself to the wall, her breathing coming again in quick pants.

  He came closer and ran his strong hands up and down her arms in comfort.

  “We’ll be out of here soon.”

  She saw the change in his eyes, a flicker of naughty intentions. He inched even closer. The soft swell of his lower lip grazed along her forehead. He whispered, “Hopefully not too soon.”

  Her blood simmered at the feel of his warm breath tickling her sensitive skin.

  “What are you doing?”

  “I’m distracting you.”

  Her head fell back against the wall as she tried to catch her breath. “Oh.”

  She should take advantage of this.

  She should take the moment by the balls and kiss him senseless.

  “What if I told you I thought of you as hot office girl?”

  “You do not.” She looked up expecting an easy smile. Instead the air grew heavy, ripe with sexual need. It sizzled and crackled between them.

  His mouth came down on hers before she could even muster the courage to make a move. He pulled her against his body, grinding his already hard, pulsing cock against her stomach. A slow burn sparked between her thighs.

  When his tongue glided along the seam of her mouth, she parted for him, moaning as he delved into her warmth.

  The bitter taste of his coffee mingled with the sweet flavor of her latte. He was gentle and tender, his fingers tracing circles on the small of her back.

  The dim lights above cast a soft glow over the car. The atmosphere took on a dream quality, some sort of surreal sexual adventure. She settled into his body, savoring the taste of him, the feel of him, and the stiffness of his cock. Her mouth watered at the thought of that hardness gliding along her lips.

  He broke away from their kiss. He wanted this. She could see it in his hungry stare.

  “Are you distracted now?”

  Dizziness clouded her brain. Her heart ruthlessly pounded underneath her breast bone, but this time her attack wasn’t driven by fear. It was lust. Overwhelming, all consuming, spread-her-legs-wide lust, and it was all for him.

  She didn’t care about the elevator or being stuck. She wanted his hands on her breasts, his lips on her skin, and his dick buried deep inside her. Grabbing the back of his neck, she pulled him down and locked her lips with his. This time he was rough, urgent. His hands cupped her bottom, lifting her sex toward him.

  It wasn’t until she felt the coldness of the steel wall against her behind that she realized he’d lifted up the hem of her skirt. The black wool pooled around her waist, showing off her lace thong and matching garter tied to thigh-high stockings.

  His eyes widened.

  “Fuck!” He nipped her neck. “I love garters.”

  She gasped as he blew a steady stream of air across his love bites, a cool contrast to the heated trail his mouth left.

  “You’ve just been upgraded to sexy office girl.”

  “I like that.”

  Their mouths met again as his hands made their way between her legs. He rubbed his palm against her clit while his fingers settled against the damp fabric that barely covered her slick opening. She wiggled into his touch.

  “Mmm…I like that too.”

  His fingers glided along her folds, circling and teasing until she was about to buckle from the anticipation. Finally, his finger slid past the lace, and he mumbled under his breath at the feel of her wetness.

  He plunged one finger then another inside her burning flesh.

  As he devoured her mouth, he captured her moans. He pumped in and out, his thumb stroking her nub. He kissed her like a tender lover, slow and deep, but his fingers fucked her with a voracious thirst as if needing her pleasure for his own.

  She didn’t know if it was the spontaneity, the man, or the culmination of all her fantasies come to life, but she was ready to explode, hard and fast. He felt so strong wrapped around her. This was exactly what she needed.

  He ripped away from her mouth, leaving her panting against the cool steel as he bent and took position between her legs. His hot breath tickled her skin. He moved the soaked-through scrap of material to the side and dove in.

  “Shit! Fuck!” Thousands of tiny sparks lit up her body as he assaulted her pussy with strong laps from his tongue.

  She felt the smirk spread across his lips at her reaction. Her skin sizzled. Her thighs clenched. Her stomach fluttered with every scratch of his cheek.

  “Please!” She lifted her pelvis, grinding her sex into his greedy mouth.

  He picked up speed. His tongue and fingers worked together to bring her to climax. She watched him enjoying every second of his task. She smoothed her fingers along the coarse strands of his hair, coaxing his head back. He looked at her with fire in his eyes. His mouth was swollen and glistening from her juices. It was the sexiest thing she’d ever seen.

  She thrust his face back to her slick center.

  “Come…” He whispered between steady lashes of his tongue. “…for me.”

  She broke apart at his words. Her orgasm began in her belly, coiling around and around until it popped. A barrage of fireworks exploded under the cover of her eyelids. She gripped his head, holding him in place, and breathed through the pleasure.

  He licked her still sensitive flesh, slurping and sucking every ounce of her cream, trying to draw out the last tremors of her orgasm.

  “That was…you…I needed that.”

  “Happy to be of service.” He kept his place between her legs, his tongue flicking to stroke her swollen folds. She could feel herself on the rise again.

  “You keep that up and you’re…”

  The sound of clanging metal and muffled voices turned their gaze upward.

  “Sir. Sir. Is everything okay down there?”

  “I think we’re being rescued,” he whispered against her nether lips.

  “Already?” Becca couldn’t believe what had just come out of her mouth.

  Moving to an upright position, he assured the workers they were fine. Then he mumbled into her ear, “More than fine.”

  The worker still yammered in the background as Mr. Sexy captured her lips with an open-mouth kiss.

  “Can you taste yourself? Like…” His tongue dipped between her lips. “… candy.”

  “Mmmmm…” The slight grate in his voice sent another rush of moisture gushing down the inside of her thighs.

  She traced the line of his bottom lip with her tongue and then moved to the area just around his mouth. Her tongue and lips revelled in the deliciousness of her own flavor.

  The clang of metal and the ping of tools reverberating around them fell away as she lost herself in the moment. She couldn’t wait to taste him, to see if he was just as yummy as she imagined.

  “Do you know how many times I’ve fantasized about this?”

  “Miss, how are you holding up?”

  His body tensed at the inquisition from above.

  Her hand searched out his hard length. “I want to know if your cum is sweet…like me.”

  He grunted. His pelvis rotated and ground into her hand as she stroked.

  “Or thick and salty.”

  “I love that you’re a talker.”

  “I touch myself thinking about how it would feel to wrap my lips around you and take you deep as you shoot hard and heavy down the back of my throat.”r />
  “Miss? Sir?”

  “We’re fine!” Mr. Sexy slammed his hands against the wall on either side of her. His large, solid body hovered, and he rubbed his fabric-covered erection along her body.

  “That’s what I think about when I’m in that line. I soak my panties right through at the simple thought of kneeling in front of you.”

  She felt his heavy breath on the top of her head as she bent and made quick work of his fly. She eased him out then slid her hand up and down his shaft. His smooth, velvety skin covered solid steel.

  From above, the distant reassurance of the maintenance worker played in the background. “We’ll have you out of there very soon. No need to worry.”

  “I’m not worried.” She licked a slow line up his dick. “Are you?” Circling her tongue around his tip, she got her first taste of his seed.

  “God damn!”

  She danced her tongue around the underside of his head then took him deep, her mouth encasing his impressive length.

  He rammed his cock in and out. The suckling noises hung heavy in the air as she coated him in her saliva.

  “That is the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard.” He grabbed her hair with one hand and controlled the pace. “Fuck, you’re good at that.”

  “Come in my mouth. I want to taste you.”

  He pulled her head away. “Next time.”

  She looked up at him, knowing her face must show her disappointment. He was ruining the fantasy.

  “Next time? Do you plan on getting trapped in an elevator again, ‘cause I don’t?” She darted her tongue out, attempting to lick his slippery shaft, but he held her too far away.

  “Sexy girl, when I come in your mouth, you’ll be under my desk on your knees, sucking down everything I give you. My one hand will be approving expense reports, and the other will be tweaking your pink nipple.”

  Her pussy contracted with his demanding words. She pulled herself closer to his body finally making contact with his balls. They tightened under the slow lap of her tongue.