Between The Spreadsheets Page 4

“So, where are we going? I’m dying for a hamburger. I hope this place has hamburgers.” He turns to me, shock on his face.

  “You want a hamburger? I was going to take you to this French restaurant downtown, but your idea sounds better. Come on, I know just the place.” He grabs my hand, leads me to his car and opens the door for me. Okay, this definitely feels like a date. He seemed surprised I wanted a hamburger. He must think I’m some diva, and I only eat where there are waiters or something. I could totally go for a McDonald’s cheeseburger right now.

  On the way there, we speak briefly about the expansion. He’s aching to get an office space. He hates being holed up in his apartment all the time. I guess we have opposite opinions on that matter.

  We park at a dive bar called Hops. It looks a little seedy, but fun. “I never in a million years thought I’d bring you here, but this place has the best burgers in all of Chicago.”

  “Let’s go, then.” I open my door and step out. He’s right there to lead me into the bar. I also didn’t expect this Neanderthal to act like a gentleman. Sad to say, most guys these days don’t open doors it seems. Maybe it’s just the guys I tend to date.

  Hops is exactly what I thought it would be. There are peanut shells on the floor and pints of beer scattered throughout the tabletops. It’s quant and quiet. I love it. We are seated immediately. Dylan hands the menus back to the waitress. “We already know what we want. Two burgers and fries, please.”

  “What drinks?” The waitress looks up from her notepad. We finish our order and she heads back to the kitchen. It’s a little awkward. I don’t really know what to talk about. We’re usually fighting or working. This is new territory.

  “They have a condiment bar, where you can add cheese and pickles, customize your burger the way you want. I love this place.” Dylan has a bit of a glow and I can’t help feeling happy to be here with him. This is a new side of Dylan Ryder. I think he’s finally warmed up to me. I don’t want to say anything though and ruin what we have going.

  Honestly, I’m a little confused about my feelings for him right now. I was dead set on leaving him in the shmuck category, but he’s proven to me that he’s a decent guy. He treats Birdie like a princess. He’s even stopped calling me princess. It wouldn’t really bother me anymore if he called me that, though.

  There’s no denying that he’s hot tonight. I may have worn my red lingerie under this dress in hopes he would see it. God, I’m so confused. There’s no chance in hell that would happen. Plus, he’s my boss. Dylan is your boss, Andy!

  You can tell he’d be great in bed, though. I’ve never had great in bed. All of my exes were interested in getting off as quickly as possible and didn’t worry about me in the process. They never seemed concerned I didn’t come, selfish jerks.

  “What are you thinking about, Andy? Your cheeks are flushed.” His hands are folded in front of him, his large hands. I don’t know why that turns me on. It’s not like I thought about hands before. Maybe because I’m wondering what he can do with them.

  “Nothing, this place is nice. I can’t wait to dig into my burger.” The bearded monster smiles a knowing smile. I give him a little scowl and he laughs at me.

  “You’re cute when you get mad.” What? Dylan clears his throat and looks away.

  He changes the subject quickly back to work. Maybe that was a slip of the tongue. Soon we get our drinks, and he takes a big gulp from his pint. His beard pulls away from the cup. A few of his whiskers have froth clinging to them. Dylan notices me looking at his mouth. He licks off the froth and I clench my thighs together.

  “You should see me when I’m pissed.” I smile at him and take a drink of my Long Island ice tea.

  “I have, it’s hot.” He runs his hands down his beard and I follow the motion. What the hell is happening. Is it hot in here? Why is he being so complimentary? I don’t know how to react to this new Dylan. His light brown eyes roam over me. Fuck.

  “I need to use the restroom.” I rise up quickly and make my way to the back of the bar. After washing my hands, I check myself in the mirror. I am a little flushed. God, what is he doing to me? I grab a paper towel and wet it under the faucet. Ringing it out, I place it on the back of my neck. Oh, that feels good. After I cool off a little, I throw the paper towel in the trash. Back at the table, I sit across from Dylan. He’s really hot sitting here drinking a pint. He looks over my face and then glances down at my chest. His eyes stay there for a while. “Geez, Dylan, could you be any more obvious?”

  “Sorry, Andy. You have a drop of water running down between your breasts. I’m only human.” He points at my cleavage. I look down and sure enough, there is a water droplet that seems to have run from my neck to the space between my boobs. I wipe it up quickly. He’s still staring. Dylan mumbles “Fuck” under his breath, as he rubs his eyes with the palms of his hands. That was an irritated response. They’re only boobs. It’s not like I was flashing him. What is up with him tonight? He’s running hot and then cold. I have no idea where I stand with the Neanderthal.

  The waitress drops our burgers in front of us. “Thank God.” The waitress looks confused at Dylan. “I’m just really hungry.” The way he says hungry makes me shiver. What is going on at this table? I’m going to eat quickly so we can get out of here and in the fresh air. There’s something in the water here.

  We mostly stick to conversation about work and Birdie. The awkward moment is thankfully forgotten and when we leave the restaurant, we’re laughing about Birdie’s gas habits. “Oh my God, that one was so bad. I have no idea what she ate that day.”

  “It was probably one of those KFC biscuits. She goes crazy over those.” Dylan opens the car door for me and waits for me to get in before getting behind the wheel and pulling out of the parking lot. “I’m glad you liked that place. I’d never picture you there. This sounds a little juvenile, but do you want to come over to my place and play some video games?”

  I laugh at his question. “You just want me to rank you up again.” He nods his head enthusiastically. “Okay, under one condition.” His eyebrows perk up and he waits for my condition. “I get to bring my pink radio into the office next week so I can listen to music.”

  “Ugh, come on. You probably listen to . . . I don’t know Cindy Lauper and shit.” He turns onto his street.

  “Yes, I do like Cindy Lauper and shit, but I also like Depeche Mode, The Cure, Billy Idol, The Weeknd, The 1975, Bastille. I could go on.” This is what I’m talking about. He makes assumptions because of the way I dress and decorate. I can only like pop songs because I dress preppy. No, I can be just as dark as the next person.

  “You like The Cure? You gave me shit about my shirt forever, and you like them? Name a song.”

  “‘Feels Like Heaven,’” I say smugly. On casual days at work he would always wear that shirt. I did always give him crap about it because, well, he got on my nerves and I knew it bothered him.

  He shakes his head as he pulls into his parking spot. “Every girl knows ‘Feels Like Heaven.’”

  I step to get out. “‘Friday I’m in Love,’ ‘Love Song,’ ‘Pictures of You,’ ‘Let’s go to Bed.’”

  “What?” His head snaps back to me. Dylan stops at the elevator.

  “The song, ‘Let’s go to Bed.’” What did he think, that I was propositioning him? As if!

  “Oh yeah, okay. Okay. Fine. I’ll let you bring your pink radio to the office, on a probationary period only though.”

  “Deal.” I hold my hand out to him and he shakes it lightly.

  I take off my shoes when we get to his apartment and lie down on my stomach, waiting for the game to boot up. Dylan follows my lead and hands me a controller.

  7

  “This is so weird.” I know what he means, but sometimes the weirdest things are the most fun. I’m able to rank him up over a couple of hours. He’s playing as a guest, which makes me giggle. I give him some of my tips. Dylan tells me his favorite maps. We start to play against each other, which is the
most fun. “I can’t believe that cheap sniper shot you just did.”

  I scoff. “How is that cheap? Deal with it, baby. You can’t handle my gaming skills.” I polish off my fingernails on my shoulder. I’m awesome at this game. I love it when people underestimate me. My kills streak speaks for itself.

  “You talk a big game for a girl.” Dylan sits up and tosses his controller in front of him.

  “Well, this girl just beat your ass.” His jaw drops. I snicker at him, and sit up, leaving my controller on the floor. He gets this serious look on his face and then he grabs my face. His lips encompass mine and I’m in bearded kiss bliss. I close my eyes and feel his tongue probing my mouth. Slowly, I open my mouth as his beard tickles my face. I’m unsure what’s going on. Am I seriously French kissing Dylan Ryder right now?

  My lips and tongue are acting of their own accord, playing with his mouth. His very sexy, hot mouth. He tastes really good, like Fruity Pebbles or some cereal. He was munching on it while we were playing. I might have to take up eating cereal in the mornings . . . or snacks or just kissing him. His beard is soft and tickles, it’s just making me hotter. Needing some friction, I move over and straddle his lap. He gasps when I sit on top of him. I’m not ashamed of my forwardness; I never have been. It seems to surprise him though. His hand moves from my head to my ass, moving me against him. His very hard cock rubs against my core. We slide against each other like we’re in heat. I’m dry humping my boss.

  Obviously, I’m not really thinking. I’m only feeling how good his body feels against mine. Gasping for breath, I break from his face.

  “Andy.” That right there is the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard in my life. My head drops back as he kisses along my neck down to my breasts. Are we really taking this to a place of no return? Will this change everything?

  “Dylan.” Except my outburst sounds more like a question. I’m trying to figure out how I got into this position. Birdie comes over to see what the commotion is all about and tries to nuzzle between us. Dylan is having none of that. He rises up with me in his arms and my legs wrap around his waist. My dress rides up as he cups my ass.

  Dylan walks me into his bedroom. I’m in the Prince of Darkness’ cave. He closes his bedroom door with his foot and places me on his bed. It’s dark and I’m not talking about the colors. The only light is coming from his closet. A shadow is cast across his face, it makes him look dark and dangerous. Dylan stares at me for a minute. I’m trying to breathe. His hair falls partially in his eyes. God, he’s hot. His turned-on face is melting my panties off my body.

  Dylan stands at the end of the bed and removes his shirt. There are all his tattoos on display. He looks like bad decisions. I can’t wait to see what the rest of him looks like. His six pack is mostly bare of ink. I wonder if he has any hidden under his pants? He’s just staring back at me. I’ve just been lying here staring at his amazing physique, unashamed.

  “Do you have any idea how bad I’ve wanted you in my bed?” Shaking my head, I’m not able to say a single word. I thought he disliked me. I’m not even sure if he likes me now. We’re so different. Maybe we’re going to have angry sex. Wow, I wonder what that would be like. He’d probably pound me through his bed to the floor. Sounds divine. I need a good pounding. I’ve had quite the dry spell.

  His chest is rising and falling quickly. I gaze down his body, where his slacks are hanging off his hips. He has that V. It makes me want to lick up and down it. His stomach is taut. I knew he was muscular under his dress shirts but this is unreal. I might be drooling and I don’t care if he catches me gawking. Pulling the hem of my dress down, I don’t want him to see how wet I am. I want him bad. I want to know what he can do with my body. “Pull up your dress for me. I want to see those panties.” Whoa. Dylan’s eyes are intense.

  Yes, sir.

  Scrunching the material in my grasp, I slowly raise it up. He unbuckles his belt and keeps his eyes on the slow rise of my dress. Dylan’s boxers drop with his pants when my dress hits my wet, red panties. His cock is even bigger than it felt, if that’s possible. It looks angry and ready to pound into me. In anticipation, I slowly remove my dress for him as he strokes his hard cock. I grip the blanket and watch him pleasure himself. I’ve never seen a guy stroke it in front of me before. It’s hot. I’m almost tempted to touch myself too. His tattooed arms strain against the pleasure, his face in deep concentration. I moan. Dylan’s eyes light up. He bends over still holding his cock, and with his teeth he starts to pull my panties down my quivering legs. How did I get from playing video games to lying naked in Dylan Ryder’s bed? He’s got some sexy magic.

  Dylan’s hand comes up and removes my panties the rest of the way. Then his face nuzzles my bare pussy. His beard brushes against my mound, it tickles, and makes me wet with need. “I knew you’d smell good.” He gives it a sweet kiss, which makes me whimper. “You want me to fuck this pussy?” I’m white knuckling his comforter as I nod my head. I don’t trust myself with words right now. I might say something like, I love you, huge dick, or ketchup. Who knows? One thing is for sure, I want him to pound me with his huge dick.

  “Tell me, Andy. Tell me you want my cock fucking you until you come. I want to hear it from those sweet, pouty lips.”

  Closing my eyes, I find my voice. “Make me come,” I plead. “Please!” I’m begging and I don’t care. My body is shuttering, waiting for him to command it with his hands, his body. I open my eyes to see his reaction.

  He rubs the side of my thigh. “It’s okay, princess. I’ll make you come. The question is how many times?” Dylan opens the snap on the front of my bra with one hand, as the other hikes my leg around his waist. My breasts are free, and immediately pebble under the cool air. He hovers over me, taking in my face and chest. “You’re so beautiful. I’ve wanted to put my hands on your body for so long. You drive me fucking insane, Andy.” I’m surprised to say the least by his admission. I want to ask him questions but my brain isn’t working very well. He dips his head down and kisses down my chest. My hands move to his tattooed shoulders.

  Dylan licks around one nipple and then moves to the other. His hand caresses down my body until he reaches my mound. I gasp as strong fingers slide between my folds and rub my wetness around. He moans against my breast. Then it’s my turn to moan, when his finger enters me slowly. My knees rise up and I open my legs wider for him.

  “Fuck. Yes, Andy. Open that pussy for me.” I’ve never had a lover talk during sex, let alone talk dirty. It turns me on even more. I clutch his head and moan into his hair. Dylan is stroking me a little faster now. His thumb has moved to play with my clit and just like that, I’m having my first orgasm with him. I throw my head back and scratch at his back. I have no control over where this orgasm goes. It’s so intense; more than any I’ve ever had before.

  “Oh my God, Dylan,” I whisper after my orgasm has subsided a little. My pussy is still humming and my whole body is quivering. I feel so weak but energized at the same time.

  “Mmmm, I love the way you sigh my name after you come.” He kisses me intensely with his tongue and then pulls quickly away. “One.” Dylan moves off the bed and stands. He grabs my ankles and pulls my legs across the bed until my butt is on the edge. He kneels between my legs.

  “Dylan!” I push my hands between my legs to cover my mound. He bats them away.

  “Don’t tell me no one has tipped this velvet.” Slowly, I shake my head. “Oh baby, you’ve been with boys. Don’t worry, princess. Here’s number two.” Dylan kisses the apex of my thighs before moving to my slit. I’m breathlessly watching his sexy face between my legs. My most private part is open for inspection. Dylan gives me one slow lick, tickling my clit. I gasp and run my fingers through his hair. His head rocks side to side between my thighs. Closing my eyes, I just feel his tongue, mouth, and beard on the most delicate part of me. It’s so erotic. He spreads my thighs farther apart when I start to clench my legs. I shout and thrash my head side to side before crashing beautifully apart
on his tongue.

  Things are all jumbled in my head right now, but one thing stands out. Dylan said he never goes down on one-night stands. I don’t know what’s going to happen after this or if we can still work together, but I take comfort in the fact he doesn’t see me as just another hookup.

  Dylan licks up from my navel trailing between my breasts, stopping to kiss each nipple. He reaches my mouth and I taste my release on his tongue. It’s heady. I grip the back of his neck and hold him to my mouth. He presses his pelvis against mine and his hard cock rubs against my folds. I pull at Dylan’s back so that he lies on top of me. “I’m ready for number three, Mr. Ryder.” I pull out the drawer where his condoms are and pull one out. His eyebrows go up and then he smirks. He doesn’t say anything, just watches me.

  Opening the wrapper, I roll it on him. Dylan has a quick intake of breath when I grab him at his base. “That’s right, baby. Guide me in. Let me feel how tight you are inside.” I rub his head against my entrance while playing with his sack. “Fuck. Touch me just like that.” He gives me a kiss and pushes inside me to the hilt. “Oh, fuck.” I hear him gulp as I gasp. I’m stretched to the max and he’s stilled inside me. I grab his face so I can look at him as he slowly pulls out and enters me again. We both moan.

  I’ve never felt a connection like this with someone during sex. I’m so turned on. He’s touching me in all these unbelievable ways. I can’t keep my hands off his taut muscular body. His tattoos are a stark contrast to my untouched skin. It makes me feel delicate. He hovers over me, caging me in. I feel so safe with him, like nothing can touch me except him.

  Dylan rests his forehead against mine as he slowly picks up the pace. His breath exhales across my face and mine hitches. I never want this feeling to end. Dylan has a light sheen of sweat on his chest. His hair is a little damp at his hairline and I can’t help running my hand through it. He looks so beautiful on top of me. My hands run down from his head to grab his neck. “Kiss me,” I command. I want this image engrained in my mind forever.