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Description: Caroline hires a maintenance man to fix the air conditioner at her office only to discover he has more than one talent...burning her hotter than the heat.
The air conditioner was fried at the office, and for that reason, Caroline had sent the group home, while she waited for the repair man to fix the dang thing.
The small office was on the thirteenth floor of a semi-old building in the north end of town, and Caroline was beginning to realize that it may very well be a piece of bad luck, as so many others had come to realize when they moved in the building.
First, the lights wouldn't stay on past three, and then, during the winter, the heat wouldn't go past 55, which caused a few of her staff to arrive at work in overcoats, which didn't look too professional at all. Then, the computers started acting up, and to top it off, today, it was so hot, she had to send her people home, giving them a four-day weekend, until the air conditioner could be fixed, and because of the heat, the computers overheated.
Caroline groaned, and moved to her office, she had long since removed her coat and had left the pencil skirt and sleeveless cotton shirt on. Her hair had been pulled up and sweat beaded on her face all the way down her chest.
She had removed her shoes and was in the process of debating whether or not she should just tell the guy to come back on Monday, call her people, and give them a week off. They certainly deserved it, after what they had been through.
She sauntered to her desk, and placed the bottled water on top before sitting in her roll away chair, leaning back, and closed her eyes.
"Not that I don't mind the view, but would you be so kind as to let me out."
She jerked up and gasped as the repairman emerged from underneath her desk. "What the hell are you doing down there?!" She demanded, rolling back, and crossing her legs.
Klaus, the new repairman, and a devil with an English accent smirked as he stuck his head out from underneath the desk. "Well, if you must know, whoever designed the air system placed the main vent in this office, just exactly under your desk. I couldn't very well examine it without looking underneath." He answered, not moving to leave the desk.
Caroline rolled her eyes. "Well, now you've examined it, please fix the air, and leave." She ordered, but he didn't budge.
"Such hostility, love." Klaus began, and she jerked her eyes to catch his. "Is this because of the date, which you walked out on?" He inquired, with a smirk.
She held her breathe. She wanted to say, not because of the way you burn me, but that would seem vulgar, and her mother raised her better than that. "Just fix the damn air." She muttered, turning in her chair and stood up.
He frowned, slowly crawling to stand up. "Since we are on the subject, why did you walk out?" He asked, his breath hitting the base of her neck.
Caroline shifted on her feet. This was the reason. She thought. You make me feel wanton. It was funny, but when she accepted he blind date from her friend, she never expected the man would be a sexy Brit with eyes that made her hotter than she ever been. She had left the date with her senses dulled and her heart racing because she wanted nothing more than to take him home and love him until neither could walk.
Of course, the main reason was he didn't seem to remember. Damn you, Rebekah. She thought, closing her eyes. Setting me up with your brother, the man who doesn't remember me from all the other girls he apparently has been with.
She shivered as his hands touched her upper arms, and slowly trailed them down in such a sensual manner it made her moan.
"You burn me, Caroline." He whispered, his breath hitting the edge of her ear.
She bit her bottom lip and felt his hands move to her hips. She shook her head. This was not happening. "Fix the air…" She moaned, wanting to move, but she couldn't as his hands began to move to the zipper of her skirt and pulled it down.
He hummed. "It's fixed, love, but there is something else that needs fixing." He murmured, huskily, placing a burning kiss on her cheek.
She moaned and felt her legs shake and her core begin to throb. She was on fire. Why did he always do this to her? He had walked into the office with the sole purpose to fix the air, and yet he seemed to focus on one thing and one thing only…her.
She felt her skirt hit the floor and she blushed as she remembered she had taken off her underwear earlier because of the heat in the office.
"You are a naughty, naughty girl, Caroline." He uttered in her ear. His hands moved to the skin of her ass, cupping it making her jump with pleasure.
She bit her lip, feeling her body shake with need. It had been so long. So long…
His hands found the front of her body and slowly slid the shirt up. "Raise your arms," He ordered in a tone that sounded strangled.
She started to protest but his hands were sliding over her stomach in a way that made her crave his touch on her bare body. Lips touched her bare shoulders as her arms lowered and the shirt fell to the floor.
"Braless too?" He asked, cupping her breasts from behind.
She moaned as her body leaned back, hitting him with a force that made her cry out. His right hand continued its exploration of her breasts while his left trailed down to cup her ever discreetly between her legs.
His touch burned her. It made her mind crave nothing else. His fingers ghosted over her clit until they trailed further between and finally…
"Oh, Klaus!"
He smirked at her voice calling out his name. It brought him such pleasure. "That's it, love. Call out to me…" He whispered, pushing his fingers deep into her core.
Her hips bucked against his hand. Her mouth ran dry as she breathed out and in, more like gasping. His touch was addicting. She realized with a muddled haze. He was pleasuring her in a way that made her want to drag him to the wall and have him pin her to it.
Her hands reached back and found his pants. As her mind continued to be taken over by pleasure, she wanted more. It was awkward trying to unfasten his pants from behind and she could have kicked him when he chuckled in her ear but it was at this moment when his fingers hit a sensitive spot inside her.
She cried out, her body shaking and she wanted to bend over, but he held her upright. He continued to move his fingers inside her as she reeled from her shocking orgasm. She panted and wanted to slide to the floor, melt into oblivion. A sheer oblivion of pleasure…
As she continued to rock against his hand, his other moved to assist her in her attempts to unfasten his pants. She was in mid-rise once more when his hand moved away and she was turned with a force that shook her.
Their eyes met and her hands landed on his chest. His pants fell to the floor and soon his shirt followed. He pulled her close to his bare body, and she smiled, realizing she was still in her haze.
"What sweet pleasure I'm going to give you, Caroline." He began, holding her eyes and moving his hands up and down her bare hips. "Just like that night…"
She wanted to ask him if he did remember, but before she could utter a word, her lips were crushed underneath his in a searing kiss that made her body shake once more with need.
She moaned into his mouth and felt her body fall to the floor with Klaus hovering over her, still kissing her. She shifted to wrap her legs around his hips and felt him penetrate her in one swift movement.
"Oh…"
He smiled with satisfaction and pulled back to watch her as he began to slide in and out of her. The deep thrusts made her body swell and she wanted nothing more than to stay there in his arms.
Her nails bit into his hips as she lifted her hips to meet each thrust. "There…oh…" She cried, arching her back.
He opened his mouth on her throat and breathed hotly breathe with each open-mouthed kiss he placed on her skin.
They rocked together in a sea of passion on the floor of her office with her hands pulling at his hair and scratching his back. His right hand cupped the top of her head while the left held her right leg in position. "Shift, love, that's it." He uttered and began to whisper in French, using words that made her cry out with pleasure, for she understood them and craved them.
"Oh…say it again… Don't stop…" She moaned, begging as the sound of their moans and slick bodies echoed in the quiet office.
He chuckled and continued to speak in the language that made her hot, hotter than ever.
They moved in a dance as old as time with Caroline pushing him over and rode him with his hips thrusting upward.
They were so close. So close to perfect bliss. They strained to reach it. Her hair fell down her back and he smiled as his fingers brushed it back before trailing down to capture her breasts. He sat up as their hips continued to move and captured her lips.
"What do you need?" He asked, against her lips, sweat rising from their bodies.
She moaned and pushed her hips forward. "I need it hard. Hard and deep…" She answered, through her pants.
He pulled back and rolled them over once more. "As you wish" He moaned, thrusting deep and hard, just as she asked.
She cried out, arching her back in a way that brought them closer together. Tears filled her eyes and began to pour down her cheeks. It was an animalistic movement and yet it was right.
"Yes…oh…yes…" She cried, feeling her body surge with pleasure. It was rocking, her legs were numb and her hair was sticking to her face and neck.
He pushed deep inside her, feeling the surge building. "Let it come, love. Let it come." He ordered, taking his shaft out of her almost completely before plunging deep inside her while one of his hands pulled on her clit.
She screamed in pleasure her nails digging into his flesh as she felt him come inside her while she rode on the train of oblivious pleasure.
She came to minutes later with her body aching in ways she never dreamed. Her chest was slightly sore from the heaving and yet she completely sated. She turned her head to find him watching her and she smiled.
"You remembered that night." She asked, remembering the reason she had walked out of the date.
He smiled and touched her face with his hand. He moved closer to her and brushed his lips against hers. "How could I forget the most passionate night of my life with my little sister's maid of honor at her wedding?" He asked, and she slapped his shoulder. "That was the reason you walked out the other night, wasn't it?"
She nodded, shifting on the carpet to face him, completely. "I was embarrassed that you didn't seem to remember me." She revealed, holding his eyes.
"Oh, I remembered you, alright." He began, sliding towards her, and pulled her into his arms. "How could I not?" He asked, rhetorically. "Your shining blonde hair, sea-colored eyes, and a body that was made for sin."
She gasped and slapped his chest, playfully.
He laughed with her before sobering up. "I fell that night. I didn't want it to end." He admitted, searching her eyes.
"Neither did I." She confessed, gently.
He brushed his hand over her face. "Though, you should have realized that I did remember you, Caroline, especially since we had to go to the wedding and rehearsals and so on."
"Yeah, but we hardly ever spoke." She reminded him, feeling his hands moving over her body.
He hummed. "And yet, I still noticed you."
She blushed and moved her body until it was aligned with his, completely. "I noticed you, or else I would never have gone to bed with you that night." She admitted with a smile.
He laughed, gently. "I know."
She smiled, kissing him gently before resting her head on his shoulder. "You're not really a maintenance man, are you?" She asked in the silence.
He chuckled. "No, I'm not, but I had to see you again to find out why the love of my life ran away from me."
She laughed and moved to look at him once more. "But you did fix the A.C?" She inquired, with a soft glare.
He shook his head. "No, afraid not." He admitted, watching her smile. "What's with the smile?" He asked, and she moved to lay on top with her face peering down at him.
"Because I can give my workers a week off, while it does it fixed, so that means…" She paused, kissing his lips, sensually.
"Oh, Ms. Caroline, you are a bad girl." He remarked, kissing her passionately.
That night, the workers were relieved and excited to have two weeks, instead of one, off while the air conditioner was fixed, even though it was repaired in two days.
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