Melody walked Ellie out of the building so that Ellie didn’t encounter anyone she shouldn’t. She then made it clear that Ellie must stay away from Jordan at all costs. Once she resigned here, that wouldn’t be a problem for Ellie or Melody.
Back at her desk, she skipped lunch to finish as much work as she could. Before she lost her mind thinking of how her mother must have died alone in her small apartment in the den. Melody didn’t need to mourn now. She’d have plenty of time to grieve privately at a later date. Now, Melody must resign without notice and she hated it. She’d lose financially, but that didn’t matter when she was back in the den.
So, she wrote the letter that ended her career here. She couldn’t tell anyone. There’s be too many questions she couldn’t answer, and she didn’t want any wolves threatening the den. They had kits there. Unlike the wolves. Most foxes were peaceful and not ready for fighting.
Malcolm called her for an impromptu meeting at the end of the day. She knocked politely and entered his office.
“Hi, you needed to see me?”
“Yes, thanks for coming over. I was wondering when I can get my hands on the Bernstein account reports next week.”
“I just filed them. You can get them whenever you would like.”
It surprised Malcolm; he expected her to postpone generating the reports until later next week. It just showed he’d chosen to work with the right person.
“Perfect. Uhm… I noticed you had a visitor. Is everything okay?”
“It’s fine. Just a personal matter I need to deal with. Nothing that will change anything.” Melody set up her letter to appear in Malcolm’s email Tuesday morning. She didn’t want anything getting in the way of the weekend to remember. She had a hard enough time not feeling guilty over having a few nights of pleasure after her mother died. But they took her ability away to be there for her. What more could she do for her mother? Deny herself the last independent thing she’d do in her life? That she wouldn’t give the elders. This was still her time.
Malcolm smiled, put at ease by her word and smile. She was going to be fun. Melody made it quite clear that the weekend was on when she leaned over his desk toward him and slipped a button on her blouse. Just one so he could see the light purple lacy bra cradling the large globes of her breasts. “See, Malcolm. Nothing has changed. When I get there, you’ll get to see if my panties match my bra.” She ran a dark red manicured finger over the gentle rise of her breasts, keeping his lusting gaze glue to those two golden globes.
He couldn’t wait, but there were too many windows here to do more that lock his lips and suffer the new tightness of his pants. “I’m glad to hear it. I’ll expect you for dinner then.”
“Hmmm… A little coffee, tea, or me?” He gasped at the raw sexuality in her words and tone. Her half smile reminded him of a cat enjoying the cream.
“I’m sure it will happen.” He promised. Clearly, she’d keep his attention this weekend.
“Then I leave you here while I go pack a bag. Are you sure dinner won’t be on me?” Ooo… her right eyebrow rose suggestively.
“I’ll bring the food. You just bring you to the table for dinner.”
“Later than.” Melody left his office and all he saw was that lacy purple bra that cradle her bountiful breasts. It was only a few more hours, and he’d get his hands on her. He felt like a pup in a candy store. Everything was under glass, but when he got home, he could eat all he wanted.
Melody exaggerated the sway of her hips as she walked away from Malcolm. The power and excitement that flowed through her were strong. Gods, she wanted to know how he felt, how he’d take her, where would this weekend lead.
She ignored the fact that it would end, but Melody wouldn’t let that dampen their fun. At the door, she bent over to adjust the strap on her high heels. Malcolm watched her skirt stretch across her hips. She glance at him for a heartbeat and winked. Straighten and left work.
Malcolm then called Jordan into his office. “My weekend plans. How are they going?” Malcolm expected nothing less than everything was ready.
“Everything is ready, food is stocked, fresh linens, the boat has a full tank, and the generator is ready if needed.” Jordan, as efficient as ever, proved Malcolm could rely on him.
“Perfect. Have the car readied. I’m leaving now for the weekend. I’ll see you Tuesday morning.” Malcolm gathered his things together and left the office with a smile of anticipation on his face. Life was good when you’re successful. He would now have everything he wanted. Or he would soon have everything he wanted. The anticipation was killing him and all he could think about was if her panties matched her pretty purple bra.
Melody rushed to pack her things so Ellie could send them on for her. Gods, there was practically nothing in her apartment. She was never home to do much more than sleep. With a bag packed for the weekend, she hid several things in the trunk of her car that she wanted to move herself. Then, with her weekend bags in the back seat, she followed the directions to a lovely cabin on the edge of a lake nestled in a pine forest. She felt like she should call it home as soon as she saw the warm wood and cedar build.
Before she got out of the car, Melody took another pill. Another spray of perfume and she carried her bags to the cabin.
Malcolm was there minus his jacket, his tie gone, powerfully muscled arms revealed with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows.
Melody knew he was ready for anything, and she’d be right there with him, lapping up the wicked sensual energy.
“Nice place you have here. I love what you’ve done with the scenery.” Malcolm knew her eyes never stopped eating him up. He could feel her gaze and it went straight to his head. That wasn’t the one on shoulders either. Gods, she had him hard just getting out of her car and looking at him. The electric excitement of this new encounter had him walking down the stair to her almost bowl legged. When he finally stood before her, his fingers tore that bun from her hair and tangled there while his lips came down on hers, demanding a deep, longing kiss. Malcolm didn’t rush it. No, he savoured her sweetness. That lavender and vanilla curled around him, hopping up his need to explore every inch of her. His memory went back to her words in his office this afternoon. She’d let him find out if her panties matched her bra. “That’s better. No more buns here, and that was an improvement to that first greeting.” “Really? You won’t just take me against the warm hood of my car? Just flip my
Just like in business, Melody delivered. Her playful nature was temptation itself. It was all he could do to contain his desire to sink into her for hours. He could smell her scent of her desire over her perfume. Like him, she felt the need to shed her business shell and open herself fully to their experience. They didn’t need to talk about this being only for now. When they agreed on it, she made it clear in the coffee shop. She was steaming hot with her purple bra and bare feet. She was so horny that when she walked her hips gave him come hither vibes and he’d follow them. In the cottage again, she kissed her, drink in her pliant curves and eager kisses. They made it into the bedroom, and she excused herself so she could use the bathroom. Now he stripped down to only his pants. Clothing was too restrictive. Gods, he so rarely of this worked up over a woman. But for him, he was riding the high. Melody was scrambling in the bathroom. She could feel her foxish nature
He was the size of a beast. When he first drove into her, she could feel him fill her so completely that she lost herself to the experience. So ready for him. He glided in and out of her with slow, even building thrusts. Even when he lost it and came, she responded to the core deep fiery bursts of his completion. Her own extended with each rush of heat. Now that heat settled in her belly and kept her mellow. She wanted to purr like her fox. But she resisted. She dozed through the fuzzy pleasurable high he left her with. When she woke, he was returning to bed with a couple of glasses of red wine. “I’m surprised you don’t have any hunting trophies on display.” Malcolm made a face. “I make enough conquest at work. I don’t need to be watched by things I kill. It always seemed gory and wrong to hunt for sport.” Melody studied Malcolm’s face for a moment. A wolf not lost in the hunt. This was new and different. But to protect her secret, she said nothing more. “I’d rather hunt
Malcolm would not let her leave the bed. He brought everything to them that night. Never in his life did he have to resist doing something. But he felt it was too soon. Malcolm didn’t want to scare Melody by restraining her too soon. Now he felt the weekend wouldn’t be long enough to explore everything and get her out of his system. This was their first night together and he could keep himself out of her tight core. Just the thought of driving into her again only amplified his urge, seeing if he could knot inside her again. She wouldn’t forget this weekend until the day she died. He’d make sure of it, because he didn’t want to be the only one remembering it. Malcom pulled her onto the bed, and he sat against the headboard. She watched him, eager to follow his instructions. “Straddle my lap, but not close enough for you to take my shaft inside you. See? Lean back and hold your ankles. Now thrust you hips up towards me. Good girl. Excellent, you’re so open and hmmm… ready for an
Melody used the bathroom after Malcolm returned. When she returned, he was asleep. She drank her wine as she watched the night through the wall of windows. Gods, if there were eyes out there looking back, they must have a great show. She couldn’t help but touch her bare flesh, remembering what his touch felt like and how it made her feel. She feared that she’d want to get used to being with him. But even if she stayed, they’d agreed it would end Monday. When they left this place. Her heart wept at that because she couldn’t harden it now. The fun and games were too real right now. She had to remind herself that this was for the best. That she couldn’t maintain this. Right now, she was all too aware of the surrounding scents. The scent of their mingle passion lit up the room. Even after a shower, she could smell him on her body. It did things to her that made her knees go weak. Now she’d climb into bed beside him and attempt to sleep. When she slipped naked into bed with Ma
That aggressive nature found its way into a heated encounter there on the shore, with him taking her like the animal he knew he was. It was all he could do to not lose himself and bite her. The urge was stronger than ever before, and it scared the crap out of him. This he had to unpack before he went too far. “What time is it?” He’d knotted inside her again and she tried desperately not to say she knew what that meant. Melody prayed her birth control would work because him taking her like this was bliss incarnate. “Four thirty-four. Why?” She couldn’t tell him. Gods, she should have taken a scent blocker half an hour ago. “It’s nothing. I’ll be back in a moment.” She grabbed her daypack and moved into the tree line. Crap, she was screwed if he scented her fox and with all the sex, she was sure her fox would fly her colours from here to North Bay if it weren’t for the pills. She popped another pill and tried to hang out while it took effect. This was a mess she cou
She tried to speak; he saw her lips move and his hand gripped his shaft harder. His mind’s eye seeing those lips wrapped around him earlier. “I’m going to ask again. Should we go slower?” “As you wish it, Sir.” “Good answer.” He turned the dildo back on. This time, he changed the tempo of the vibration. Her back arched as she felt it. He’d have to do something with her soon. His hand wasn’t cutting it to soothe his desires. With a feather, he traced her body, breasts, belly, inner thighs. She was lost in her space, and he gloried in a job well done. He toyed with her, intrigued by her in every way. Now he was getting lost in his own focus. Now he had time to think. Time passed, and he stretched her desires out. Slowly wringing her of her resistance. His mind went to the things he’d thought and felt that were so different this time. Oh, each encounter was different, but this one. This one had teeth and legs. He studied her legs from every angle. Touching and
Melody returned to the sleeping Malcolm, saddened knowing that she’d have to leave. She climb back into bed with him and lay there until morning came. In the bathroom, she got ready for the day. Packed her things and tucked them back into her overnight bag. Melody found Malcolm in by the fire. It was raining outside. She stood at the windows, watching it for a long while. Her mind trying to go over where she could have lost the scent blockers. Gods, she felt like a fool. She couldn’t ask Malcolm for help to look for them. He’d ask her what they were for and, as a wolf, he’d know if she lied. Melody wandered the main room where she’d left the daypack, hoping against hope she’d find the bottle in a corner or some hidden place. But she had to be subtle about it. So she pretended to look at artwork and organize the already clean room. “Everything alright Melody?” “Just restless, I guess. Maybe it’s the rain.” “Hmm…” Melody knew that sound. He didn’t buy it.