All Chapters of Dark Drippy Desires: Chapter 91 - Chapter 99

Arc 31: FeverThe party is loud and warm and I've had exactly enough wine to make the way Callum Reid looks at me across the room feel like a physical thing pressing against my sternum.He's been looking at me all night.Not subtly. Not the way men look when they're pretending they aren't. Directly. Deliberately. The way a man looks when he's made a decision and he's waiting for you to catch up.I catch up somewhere around my second glass of red.He's thirty-one. Dark haired and broad shouldered, the kind of built that comes from actually using a body rather than performing fitness. His sister Gemma, my best friend of eight years, is somewhere in the kitchen being the social butterfly she always is at parties, completely unaware that her older brother has been watching me for forty minutes with those dark patient eyes.I should be more conflicted about that.I'm not.I find the hallway.I'm not hiding. I'm just breathing for a moment, leaning against the wall in the corridor between t

Something warm and insistent wakes me.His hands on my hips.His mouth on my spine, pressing slow deliberate kisses down each vertebra while his hands grip me from behind and pull me back against him and I feel him hard, thick and hot, pressed against the small of my back.I am immediately, completely awake.I push back against him and he grips my hips harder and his mouth opens against my shoulder blade, his tongue dragging across the skin there, and I reach back and find him. I stroke once and the sound he makes against my shoulder goes straight between my thighs.He guides me.His hands on my hips, lifting me, positioning me over him, and I reach between us and take him in my hand, lowering myself down on him slowly, facing away, reverse, and the angle is immediately, devastatingly different.Deeper.Fuller.He fills me from below while I sink down. My hands find his thighs behind me and I grip as he also grips my hips and we hold there, both breathing, adjusting to the specific ov

Arc 32: Use MeHis text comes at ten forty-seven PM.Two words."Come over."I'm standing in my kitchen in just a t-shirt and underwear and I read it and feel it between my thighs before my brain has even processed the letters properly. I set the phone down on the counter. Pick it up. Read it again. Set it down.Then I go get my coat.The long black one, the one that buttons all the way up and belts at the waist and hits mid-thigh. I take off the t-shirt and the underwear. I put on the coat and belt it and look at myself in the hallway mirror for three seconds and then I pick up my keys.Nothing else.Just the coat and my keys and the specific knowledge of what's waiting on the other side of his door.He opens it before I've finished pressing the bell.Sweatpants, no shirt, hair slightly pushed back like he's been running his hands through it. He looks at my face first, then drops his eyes to the coat belted at my waist, then my bare legs below the hem, then slowly back up to my face.

He pulls me off the bed by my hand.I follow him into the bathroom and the shower is large and glass-walled and he turns the water on hot, pulls me under with him. The steam rises immediately and the hot water hits my skin as his hands find my waist and pull me back against his chest.His cock is hardening again against my lower back.Already.I reach behind me and wrap my hand around him and stroke and he hisses against my ear, his hands tightening on my waist."Mira," he says."Mm." I stroke again. Slow. Feeling him thicken in my grip."You're going to start something," he says."Good," I reply. His hands slide from my waist to my breasts and he cups them in both palms and squeezes. I lean back against his chest and tip my head back and let the hot water run over both of us while he works my breasts with his hands. His thumbs find my nipples and roll them and I arch into his grip and the steam and the heat and his hands make everything feel heightened and warm and slightly unreal.

Arc 33: Wreck SeasonThe office empties at six thirty.I watch it happen from my desk. One by one, jackets grabbed, bags picked up, goodnights exchanged, until the floor is quiet and the overhead lights switch to the dim automatic setting and there is nobody left on the forty-second floor except me and the man behind the glass-walled office at the end of the room who has been watching me through that glass since nine this morning.I have been watching him back.His name is Director Caius Vane and he has been my boss for exactly three weeks and in those three weeks he has made my professional life the most intellectually stimulating it has ever been and my personal life an absolute catastrophe of wanting something I should not want, thinking about it constantly and sitting in meetings watching his hands move and forgetting what the meeting is about.He is forty. Dark-haired and broad-shouldered and has the specific quality of stillness that powerful men have, the kind that doesn't need