Page 36 of Rory: His to Discipline

Del scowled and snatched up the phone eying Bridget’s bright red nails with disapproval. She pouted for a moment, blew him a kiss and walked away as he dealt with the client on the phone. After hanging up, he leaned back in his chair debating whether to bother scolding her about her inappropriate behavior, when she reappeared in his doorway. Slipping her shoes off, Bridget centered her back to the door frame and began to wiggle.

“What in the hell are you doing now, Ms. O’Malley?” he demanded, trying not to notice her gyrations.

“I have an itch and I can’t scratch it,” Bridget replied. “Can you get it for me?” she pleaded prettily.

“I most certainly will not,” Del answered, beginning to sweat. No way did he have any intention of touching her body, even in the most innocent way.

“Please, Winston? It’s driving me crazy and my nails are still wet,” she begged walking over to his desk. Moving next to him behind the desk she leaned over, her hands splayed out on the flat surface, her bottom wiggling

Del groaned inwardly and stood, gingerly using his fingers to lightly move her sweater around.

“No, Winston, under the sweater, it’s not helping that way,” she ordered softly.

Sliding his hand under her sweater, he brushed her bottom moving upward until warm skin met his fingertips. Lightly he began to scratch her as she continued to issue orders,

“No harder, a little to the left; no, back to the right. Oh, that’s good,” she moaned. “Now, a little lower please. Mmm, yes, right there. That feels wonderful, Winston,” she sighed, her hips swaying side to side. “You have great hands.”

As hard as Del tried, he could not make himself remove his hand from under her sweater. Bridget’s skin was so warm and silky, her perfume so sweet he never wanted to breathe anything else again. Stepping behind her, he slid his other hand under her sweater and began to caress her shoulders. Gently he covered her entire back, stroking the smooth skin while Bridget moaned appreciatively, her bottom pressed firmly against him. His hands slid down her sides, brushing her breasts before he encircled her waist pulling her upright and back against him.

Bridget’s head fell back as he worked his way up to her breasts, cupping them firmly, testing their weight in his hands. His thumbs repeatedly brushed the nipples poking through her lace bra and she arched her back giving him better access. Winston lowered his head, kissing her neck. Hell, this man was no virgin, Bridget thought. This was too damn good. Oh well, she smiled as her knees went weak and she sagged in his arms.

Del turned her around and picked her up by her waist, setting her on his desk. Stepping between her knees, he splayed his large hand over her ass and pulled her tightly to him, papers flying everywhere. His other hand tipped her head back and held it as his lips settled over hers. Fire raced through his veins as his cock pressed against her heated core. Little breathy sighs and moans escaped from her lips, the sound driving him crazy. Del wanted nothing more than to tear off her stockings, lower his zipper and bury himself inside her.

Then everything went to hell. The phone started ringing, Del heard Nick’s voice calling out for Bridget to look for a file he had misplaced. The other line began ringing in harmony with the first and Caitlin demanded to know where Aunt Bridget was.

Bridget was sitting on his desk, refusing to let go of him and crying out in frustration.

Del picked her up and pulled down her sweater so fast it made her dizzy. Plopping into his chair he tried to straighten his desk at the same time he pushed her away with a swat to her butt hissing, “Put your shoes on and pull yourself together.”

Stumbling to her shoes, she slipped them on and tried to make sense of her hair.

Signaling frantically to Winston she pointed to his face, miming lipstick around his lips.

Del pulled the handkerchief out of his pocket and wiped his mouth, an eyebrow shooting up in question at Bridget.

Yes, you got it all, she nodded. For some reason it was difficult for her to focus. Had Winston just slapped her ass? Could she have made a giant error in judgment and set her sights on a man similar to her brothers? Impossible! Winston was … well, a nerd, bless his heart. Far hotter and more experienced than she hoped for, but a nerd just the same. Today must have been a fluke obviously inspired by her extraordinary hotness, she grinned, at peace with her world once again.

Winking at his disgruntled expression, Bridget walked out of his office calling for Caitie.

* * *

Del stayed in his office for the rest of the afternoon with the door firmly closed. He definitely owed Ms. O’Malley an apology, as well as an explanation for his appalling lack of judgment. Granted, she was a sexy little thing, but far from what he was looking for in a mate … if he were looking, which he wasn’t! Thanking his lucky stars for the interruption, he did some of his own filing to keep occupied. He’d like to think that had they not been disturbed, he would have, at some point, been able to control his baser instincts. He’d like to think that very much.

Unfortunately, he didn’t believe it for one second. Had Nick and Caitie not come through the door, he would probably be buried to the hilt inside Ms. O’Malley’s sweet little body.

Del was a realist, and Bridget O’Malley was a dangerous woman. She had the body of a woman, the attitude of a teenager and apparently the morals of an alley cat. Del did not make a habit of indulging in illicit affairs with co-workers, fellow students, or close friends. Ms. O’Malley didn’t quite fall into any of those categories, but just the same it would behoove him to steer clear of the little temptress.

Most of what Del knew about women, he had learned from two relatively short relationships with slightly older women, and from the internet. He’d never been attracted to the bubble-headed, gum snapping girls in high school, or at least not attracted enough to do anything about it. He was a red-blooded male after all, and as susceptible to female charms as the next man.

Del, however, took quite a bit of pride in the fact that he chose his partners carefully, based on compatibility and maturity. Of course, physical attraction was important, but not necessarily the most important criteria. Both of his previous physical relationships had been with attractive women. Not in the category of Ms. O’Malley, but attractive nonetheless. Beyond that, they had been caring, compassionate and socially acceptable.

Del wasn’t a social snob by any means, but he absolutely could not imagine his girlfriend dancing on the bar in his parent’s recreation room, or dirty dancing at a country club soirée. Personally, Del didn’t put much stock in those types of gatherings, but it pleased his parents, so he attended when asked.

Glancing at his watch, Del cleared his desk, putting everything in its place. Taking a deep breath, he left his office and immediately smothered his groan. Bridget was struggling into her boots, her shapely behind facing him. His eyes were drawn to the display, like a heat seeking missile. Forcing his body to obey his brain, he set his briefcase down in the chair and went to the closet to get their coats. After slipping on his trench coat, he returned to the reception area.

Bridget had managed to zip up her boots and as soon as Del was in front of her, she squatted down to pick up her shoes. Her face was now directly in front of Del, her sassy mouth inches from his dick, which had stopped cooperating with his brain.

Good God, Del swore silently. Does she plan these moves or are they as innocent as they seem? Innocent was not the first word that came to mind when describing Bridget, but he had a hard time believing she was that single-minded. Taking a step back he held her coat, waiting to assist her in putting it on. Clearing his throat, he tried to marshal his thoughts into order.