Kelly Darcy, only child of Raymond Darcy, had spent all her life running from the one thing she knew she couldn't escape.... Taking over her father's company, Darcy Enterprises.  As her father's only child, and with her mother dead since she was a baby, Kelly always knew that one day the company would be hers. 'That day isn't here yet', 'The time hadn't come yet', Kelly had told herself so many times, but now it was time, and she wasn't anywhere near ready for such a huge responsibility. A few months ago, her father had forced her return to San Francisco, insisting that it was time for her to come home so she could get acquainted with the company before he stepped down.  And so she'd come. She had left her life... Not that she had much of of a life over there. It was mostly just work. She didn't have a boyfriend or a best friend. Just a few people she hung out with once in a while, so it wasn't so hard leaving.

Kelly growled a little, annoyed at herself for feeling an immediate tingle at the warmth emanating off the solid man now blocking her path. And for leaning forward the tiniest bit and breathing a bit deeper to catch a better whiff of his warm, spicy scent. "Oh you....you shouldn't be back here. How did you get here?" she asked. “I know I'm not supposed to follow you... Or track you down like this,” he replied, “I just had to. Somehow I knew I wouldn't be happy with myself if I left without speaking to you.” Her costume was gone, Dimitri noticed, and he missed it. Not that he had a problem with what she was wearing now. The jean trousers she was wearing hugged her waist and hips perfectly, making her curves stand out, and when his eyes caught a glimpse of skin, peeking out from underneath her crop top, he felt his heart rate quicken. Her long hair wasn't let down any more, now it was pulled back from the face, twisted, and wrapped in a circular coil around itself on top of her head.

She stared right back at him. The roam of his stare over her body affected her just as thoroughly as a real touch from anyone else would have. She should insist and go home, but right now, at this moment, she couldn’t bring herself to care about anything. And it was all because of the heat in this sexy man’s eyes and the almost audible quality of his next, slowly indrawn breath. That was lust she saw there. Pure and undisguised, unhidden by social demands or proper breeding that insisted it wasn’t polite to visibly covet a woman.    He was coveting. She was being coveted. They were both caught in the tension of it.  Though her mind knew better, her body couldn’t help responding. Beneath the silky top, her skin puckered, tiny goose bumps rising on the deep V of her cleavage, her nipples tightening to jut against the lace of her bra. Her pulse fluttered in her throat, and the breaths she managed to inhale were shallow. Each was filled with the wa

He had found the skin beneath her top now, and worked his way up to her left breast. With the thumb and fore finger, he very gently squeezed her nipple. There both felt the spasm that shuddered through her body. He smiled at her. "You are very wicked" Kelly said. Arms locked around his neck. Jelly legs, her heart a drum gone berserk, then she added, "I like wicked" "Good" he flattened his palm into the waist band of her jeans and down over her stomach. A tight squeeze, but easier once he had unfastened the top button and easier still with the zipper down. "Dimitri, what if someone sees us?" she asked, yet hoping that he wouldn't stop. "It's dark and quieter than a tomb" came his reply. "I guess..." Kelly said. Her brain wasn't thrilled with the metaphor, but her body was indisputably in charge and doing all it could do to help his fingers slide under the crotch of her panties and up inside her and..... "Oh my God" she moaned. She dug her chin harder into his shoulder, felt his s

Dimitri's movements mirrored hers, and together, they set a fast pace, growing more frantic with each passing moment. The head of his cock pushed against her G-spot, sending her higher with every thrust. He groaned against her neck and lowered his mouth to her breasts, pulling hard on one nipple followed quickly by the other. Her insides twisted until her body faltered, and suddenly, Dimitri pulled back and Kelly found herself on her back on the chair again, but this time with him covering her with his massive build.  She felt his weight pressing her down onto the chair, his movements increasingly urgent as he repositioned her and parted her legs with his hand. The rough hairs on his thighs brushed against her skin and then she briefly felt the sensation of his smooth erection brushing against her before he lifted her hips and entered her with a purposeful thrust. She parted her lips in a gasp but his mouth silenced her and he kissed he