LIMELIGHT BY E. DAVIES
Save the bees, ride a rock star.
Formerly famous . . . and planning to keep it that way.
After my band kicked me out, I ran away to Vermont, changed my name, and kept my head down. So far, it’s working and nobody knows who I am. Or who I was. Until I see geeky poet Caleb stumbling through his first open mic night and I can’t help rescuing him. He’s as sweet as the honey my bees make and sexy enough to make me rethink so many things. But I can’t tell him my secret, or I’ll lose the anonymous life I worked so hard to build.
Everyone warns me he’s too good to be true.
I can’t believe a gorgeous, successful winemaker like Tag is into shy, geeky little accountant me. But he helps me blossom and believe in my talent, and works his way into my heart and my bed… not necessarily in that order. I’m falling for a man for the first time, and now I know what the missing number in my equation has always been.
When lies are revealed, though, someone’s going to get stung . . .
Tag knows how to tease a guy.
He texted on my lunch break to tell me that he’s got a surprise, but he won’t show me until I’m home from work. Part of me thinks it’s an excuse to get on the phone with me, but I’m totally willing to play along.
I thought a day apart from Tag would feel a year long, but daydreams keep me captivated and the time flies by in a haze of reports.
I can’t stop wondering what kind of surprise he means. The sexy kind? I really hope it’s the sexy kind. Like candy underwear, or a well-composed dick pic to save in my Hidden photo album.
I’ve got a one-track mind today.
I’m glad for the desk and my tightest underwear hiding the shape of my thoughts. It’s technically ten minutes to quitting time. Gary doesn’t seem to mind that everyone else plays fast and loose with our working hours, so my coworkers just left.
I just have one more sheet of numbers to transcribe, which should take up the next ten minutes. And then I’ll be free, too.
But ten minutes feels like a lifetime. Every time I glance at the clock, the minute hand hasn’t moved. And when I double-check my spreadsheet, I spot a few sloppy mistakes.
For once, my brain has checked out early. It’s too fixated on the memory of last night.
I can’t shake the visual, clear as day: Tag kneeling over me, one his strong hand curled around his cock as he grips my curls in his other fist. Okay, maybe I’m embellishing the memory, but I love him playing with my hair.
My fingers tap on my numberpad automatically as I glance around casually, like anyone’s here to see. I slide the other hand onto my lap, my palm resting on the bulge of my shaft.
My cock jumps under the touch, and little sparks shoot straight to my toes. I press harder, dragging the heel of my hand slowly over my erection.
Jesus, I’m so hard it hurts. So close to the edge already. It wouldn’t take long…
I sprawl a little bit in the chair so it looks casual, my gaze flickering to the window.
Someone would have to look inside at just the right angle to realize. Even then, they wouldn’t see anything…
No, my common sense kicks in at last, and I bite back a whimper as I look at that page. But there’s no way in hell I can do this while I’m so distracted.
You know what? Fuck it. It’s time to let myself play by other people’s rules. I’m always here ten minutes early. I’ll just do this in the morning.
“Caleb?”
I gasp and throw my hands in the air like I’ve been caught stealing. Not that I’ve ever tried, of course. Too much of a goody two-shoes.
Oh my God, I’m a nerd. I hastily run my hands through my hair and try to breathe. “Yeah?” I lean around the edge of the cubicle, ready to roll toward my desk again in a hurry.
Gary stops on the other side of the office, car keys in hand. “Everyone else is gone. You nearly finished?” he calls out.
“Yeah. I’ll lock up in a minute,” I promise automatically.
He smiles and gives me a thumbs-up. “Don’t stay too long.” Gary’s the good kind of boss who doesn’t let us do unpaid overtime.
“I’m going right now.” As soon as I can walk home without poking an eye out. Maybe I should have said “coming in a minute.”
“Right on. Catch you tomorrow.”
I hold my breath, waiting for the office door to rattle, swing closed, and rattle again with the sound of Gary locking it.
Then I reach out for the blinds, twisting them closed. My heart thuds in my ribcage.
Heat pulsates through my cock as I roll back toward my desk again. I can barely breathe as I shut down my computer.
As the screen goes black, I draw a breath.
Just do it.
Before I can second-guess myself, I plunge my hand into my pants and underwear, cupping my aching cock. Pleasure washes through me, the oversensitive nerve endings finally satisfied—but not for long.
“Fuck,” I hiss, every sense on high alert. I know for a fact there’s nobody left here, but still…
This is beyond daring for me. This is the boldest thing I’ve done in my entire life, and there’s no stopping it now.
