Page 7 of His Sassy Intern
Chapter4
Levi
The second Mary Anneand I make it downstairs, there’s a wall of my football teammates with their girlfriends and groupies waiting for me. I tell them to act like I’m not here. I’m busy trying to get Mary Anne in my corner after all these years. Priorities comefirst.
She walks ahead of me and prowls onto the dance floor like she owns the place. She raises her arms and faces the DJ. He's lucky he has mad skills on the turntable, because that Dracula costume is only slightly better than the sad excuse for a Transylvanian accent he’s trying to pull off. I take four long strides and catch up to her, wrapping a possessive arm around her shoulder. Mary Anne turns and begins to dance, grinding her ass into my groin. My dick is happy as fuck right now, and I realize that kiss upstairs was just a warm-up. My plans for her do not include letting her get away. Notthistime.
The crowd is larger than when I left to go upstairs. The foyer and dance area are now comprised of swarms of college-aged partygoers with budget costumes that expose more skin. These people are cramped together on the dance floor. Bodies are touching. The sexual energyiswild.
My kind ofplace.
A cocktail server passes by with a tray crammed tight with shots of bourbon. She stops and lowers her platter so we can grab a couple. Mary Anne scoops up two, gulps them down, then she grabs two more. I follow suit, throwing back all four drinks one after the other, snapping my eyes shut as the burn slides down my throat and warms mystomach.
I stack our empty glasses in one hand, take her arm with the other, and immediately lead her to the only spot on the dance floor with some breathing room.We’re still cramped up against a corner, but it’s the bestwe’vegot.
“If you kiss me again, be ready for a throat punch this time,” shewarnsme.
“You don’t really mean that,” I answer with completecertainty.
It’s her eyes that betray her. She wants nothing more than to continue where we left off. I’ve waited long enough. In one fluid motion, I lean down to kiss her lips and pull her hands around my neck, gripping them tightly in case she gets tempted to follow through on using physical violence. Just as I predicted, Mary Anne does not protest. Her hips move into me, already lost to our attraction as the fierce beats of Marilyn Manson’sTainted Heartsvibrate and intensify themoment.
Her hands reach up and grip my hair in tight fists. There’s no turning back now. I have tohaveher.
Tonight.
Grabbing her hips, I take her with me as I back up and lean against the wall behind me. Mary Anne is really into this. She starts winding her hips in small circles that have my cock rock hard in no time. I pull her tighter against me to show her the effect she’s having on my groin area. She does not back away. Her breathing speeds up, and her breasts heave against my chest. I’m thinking I need to get her some place private before I end up ripping off what little clothes she has on right now. Too bad the music downshifts to something slow and creepy from Corpse Bride, killingthemood.
Or so Ithought.
Mary Anne pulls away, but takes my hand as she rushes off the dance floor and down the wide main floor hallways. All I can think about is getting her tight little body against me again. Apparently she’s contemplating the same thing when she pushes open one of the closed powder room doors at the end of the hall and drags meinside.
The air around us starts to spark with energy. Mary Anne gazes up at me and returns her hand to the back of my neck. Letting her body sway forward into my chest, she trails her hand down the side of my face. I wasn’t expecting this tenderness from her. It’s as though she’s been waiting for years to know what my skin feels like. I cover her hand with mine and turn my head, kissing her palm. Her eyes flutter closed as I graze my lips from her fingers down to hermouth.
Mary Anne is worked up into a frenzied state. Our hands are all over each other, and our kissing is fierce and wild and almost angry, the kind of kiss that leaves lips raw and swollen. My hands slip down to her hips, and she tugs at the waistband of my costume, which is pretty futile, given that it’s a fucking jumpsuit. Yeah, I should have thought ahead with this onesie piece of shit. I either need to rip it off my body or turn into a dainty little douche by turning around so she can get at the zipper and Velcro keeping this thing on me. Whatever there is between us, it’s been building up for years. I don’t want a minute to slow down, think or bring any logic into the equation. From where I’m standing, she doesn’t either. I don’t exactly know what to call what’s going down. It’s not romantic or sweet. It’s primal and crude and longoverdue.
I chooseoptionone.
The Captain America getup is suddenly shreds of fabric as I grip the back of my costume and tear Velcro from polyester until I’ve peeled what’s left down my chest and abs. Gripping Mary Anne by her waist, I pick her up, wrap her legs around my hips, and carry her to the marble counter at the powder room sink. I kiss and bite hungrily down her neck and collarbone, letting my hands roam freely up and down her legs. Sexy whimpers escape her mouth. I swear the way she moans out my name makes me want to throw her over my shoulder and leave this party like a caveman. Every sound is hardwired to my cock, which responds by twitching, throbbing, and expanding in my tights. I let out a growl when her fingers dig sharply into my shoulders. That mixture of pain and pleasure is only going to make later on all the more stimulating for bothofus.
Mary Anne grips around my hips with her legs and grinds her heat against my rigid cock. All I can do is stretch into the convenient side pocket. I retrieve a condom. I’m prepared because I’ve been waiting forever, and for some fucked up reason, that whole thought process makes me pull back. I don’t want her this way. I want memorable. I want her stretched out in my bed, naked, with all her red hair fanned out on my pillow. I want her to know what it feels like to have an entire night with me pleasuring her over and over until she doesn’t want anyone else’s hands or lips or other body partstouchingher.
I want to ruin her and keep her formyself.
“We’re leaving,” I announce, helping her toherfeet.
“What?” she asks, still overcome anddisoriented.
“We’re going to my place.” I say it with such finality, she nods and takesmyhand.
“I just need to grab my purse from upstairs. Meet you at thefrontdoor?”
“Sure.”
She runs her hands down my bare chest, smiling at what I can only guess is what’s left of my costume. “Looks like you and the Hulk had a brawl. Either that, or you’re going through an identitycrisis.”
My hands make it into her hair and I tilt her face up to mine. “This is what being close to you does to me,” I growl into her ear. “Hurry up so I can showyoumore.”
Mary Anne grins and leaves ahead of me. I make my way to the front door, but on the way there, the arrival of a new guest does not impress meatall.
