He was going to have her.
There was no doubt in Ron's mind, as he watched the sexy little vixen across the room sway her hips in a way which had him hypnotized. Deep down, he knew he should have seen this coming. She was a quiet, highly intelligent little dark-haired beauty with a dry sense of humor and a kind spirit she only let a select few see. He had immediately grown protective over his young assistant, and without knowing it was in the palm of her hand the second he hired her. It was true, he had formed a special bond with April during her time in his office, but there was something different with Kaylee...
Keeping to himself in the dark corner of the party, Ron quietly counted the number of drinks she had, wanting to ensure she remained safe and out of harms way. At one point, she disappeared out the sliding doors which led to the back patio, and discreetly he followed her out into the night air.
"I did not know you were a smoker," Ron commented when he saw her take a drag from a cigarette, the sound of his voice making her cry out as she spun around. He could not help but to grin at how impossibly adorable she looked standing there in her Wednesday costume, her big green eyes wide as she looked at him. As soon as she saw it was Ron, her face broke out in that dimpled grin he loved so much, and was quickly followed by a giggle.
"Hi Ron," Kaylee greeted him, taking a drink from the cup in her hand and stumbling a bit as she did so.
"Perhaps I should take that," Ron offered as he walked over to her, gently taking the cup from Kaylee's hand and grasping her arm with his free hand when she once more stumbled.
"I'm okay," she reassured him as she steadied herself, and grabbing onto the patio railing she took another drag from the cigarette between her fingers.
"So when did that start?" he asked, motioning to the cigarette.
"Oh, this only happens when I drink," she explained, and reaching into her small purse pulled out the pack of cigarettes she owned. "Want one?"
"Unless it's a cigar, no thank you," Ron politely declined. When she reached for her drink, he held the cup out of her reach. "Do you really need more of this? I get the feeling you've reached your limit."
Kaylee glared at him. "I'm fine, Ron, now may I please have my drink back?"
"No, I think it's time you had some water."
"I said I'm fine, I know my limit."
"Okay, then. Prove it."
Kaylee looked at him with a questioning expression. "How?"
Ron simply shrugged. "If you are sober enough to drink more, you should be able to think of something," he replied simply, the smug expression on his face making her want to slap him. When Kaylee noticed the song had changed, an idea popped into her head, making a sly grin grasp at the crook of her mouth. Remaining silent, she took one last draw from her cigarette before flicking it into the grass, and walked toward him. Ron frowned at her in a confused manner, when she suddenly pushed on his chest, making him let out an 'oomf' as his rear landed in the bench behind him. "What are..." he started to ask, when she was suddenly straddling his lap, moving her hips in a provocative manner as she held onto the back of the bench for support.
"I'm dancing," she informed him, moving with the beat of the song playing dimly from inside the house. Ron found himself speechless at the fact she was in his lap, moving in ways he never thought he would actually get to see so up close and personal. "If I were too drunk to keep drinking, would I be able to keep dancing?" she asked, and when he felt her brush against his growing cock, he had to use every ounce of his strength to hold back the groan threatening to bubble up from the back of his throat.
Desperately needing this to end, Ron finally managed to find his voice once more. "This looks more like you gyrating on my lap, than actual dancing...so the drink remains in my hand," he replied, grateful when she finally stopped.
Kaylee's eyes narrowed as she looked at him, and it took everything in him not to grab her and ravish her. "Fine," she replied simply, and suddenly hopped back up off of his lap, leaving him sitting there confounded as he watched her head back inside.
Unsure of what just happened, Ron stood back up, and made his way back inside, his focus on trying to locate Kaylee. He had to make sure she was okay. When he heard cheers, he glanced in the direction of where it came from just in time to see her joining Donna in quickly taking two shots. He smirked and shook his head at this. Of course the little brat found a way to get more alcohol. When a new song began to play, she squealed with excitement as a wide grin came to her face, and handing her shot glasses to Donna she immediately began to dance to the song. He was unable to take his eyes off of her as she moved in ways he never thought he would witness, and cursed himself when his mind began to wander to how it would feel to have her moving against him like that. At one point, they made eye contact,and he was taken by surprise when she winked at him, and grinned as she bit her lip in a seductive manner.
"Well I'll be damned," Ron thought to himself as he continued to watch her. It was apparent she was wanting him as badly as he was wanting her, and suddenly he was uncertain of how he felt about that. Stepping away, he made his way into the kitchen, and poured himself a shot of whiskey. He stood there for a moment as he indulged in the warm burn of the liquor spreading through his chest, and followed it with one more quick shot before once more finding his corner. Just as he did so, he again locked eyes with Kaylee, and this time she made her way over to him.
When she reached him, he gently grasped her arm, and stepping backward he moved them around the corner, so they were hidden in the dark hallway. Leaning down, he commented in her ear as he finally handed back her drink, "It appears I stand corrected."
Taking the drink from him, she simply looked up at him, and not once losing eye contact finished the rest of the drink before leaning up to reply in his ear, "It isn't the drink I'm wanting at this point."
His stomach gave a small flip at these words. "And what exactly is it you're wanting, then?"
Kaylee hesitated, before leaning back up to say in his ear, "You."
Ron immediately felt a rush of heat go to his loins at this simple response, and finding himself speechless he simply stared at her for a moment, before finally commenting, "I think that might be the alcohol speaking for you."
She once more hesitated, before admitting, "I've wanted you since I first saw you...so no, it's not the alcohol. It's simply helping me admit what I've wanted to say for a long time." Ron's gaze went to her mouth when she nervously chewed her lip as she anticipated his response, and he suddenly needed to be the one biting that full lower lip. "I'm sorry if-" she started to add, when he suddenly leaned down to kiss her, his actions making her drop her cup in surprise. Her immediate reaction was to pull away, but when she felt his masculine hands stroking her back in a surprisingly gentle manner, she instead pressed into him, her arms hesitantly going around his neck as the kiss deepened. She sighed when his tongue began to caress hers, and allowed her fingers to run softly through his hair as she enjoyed the mixture of whiskey and cigar lingering on his lips and tongue. He was all man, and she was quickly melting into a puddle in his arms.
Ron partially expected to wake up at any moment, but the feel of her breasts crushed into his chest told him he was definitely not asleep, and this was definitely happening. After a long, heated moment of them clinging to each other, he forced himself to pull back enough to say in her ear, "Bedroom?" Christ, he was so consumed by her he couldn't even form a coherent sentence, but thankfully she quickly nodded. Taking her hand in his, he opened the door they were standing in front of, and as soon as he saw it was a bedroom he yanked her inside, locking the door before taking her face in his hands and once more kissing her deeply. Never once breaking contact, he led her to the bed, the two of them tumbling down onto the mattress a tangle of limbs. He gave a nearly inaudible groan when he settled between her thighs, and felt her legs tightly wrap around his waist. He had fantasized about this for so long he didn't even know where to begin. When he finally forced himself to pull away, he simply looked down into her dazed eyes, and decided he couldn't wait a second longer to taste her...
Kaylee's heart thudded heavily in her chest as she watched Ron slowly move down her body, unable to even think straight, much less say anything. She had dreamt of this many a time - was this actually happening, or would she wake up any second now? She shivered when he slid his hands along her bare thighs, slowly creeping up and taking the skirt of her dress with them along the way. When they stopped at her waist, revealing her lacy black panties to him, he glanced up at her as he moved them to the side to expose her. Her breath caught in her throat as she stared at him, waiting for his next move, when he finally lowered himself and began to taste her. "Ron," she gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair to pull him closer yet. The skill of his tongue sent her spinning in a whirlwind of desire, the pleasure she was feeling unlike anything she had ever experienced before. As she looked down at him she bit her lip hard to keep quiet, his admissions making her want to cry out for him. "Shit, Ron...please...please..." Kaylee whimpered, her hips moving against him at this point, and when he lightly sucked on her clit her hold on his hair tightened painfully as she came on his tongue.
Ron willingly drank her in as she fell apart, his tongue continuing to work on her until he felt her relax. When her hands grabbed at him, pulling at his shirt, he quickly moved up her, his lips claiming hers once more once he was level with her. "Sweeter than honey," he murmured os he pulled away, smirking at her, but that smirk left his face when she grabbed him through his pants, tugging and squeezing on his hard cock.
"Fuck me...please fuck me," she begged, her hands moving to work at undoing his pants, and just as desperate for her he gently pulled her hands away to take over.
"Stupid fucking costume," he growled as his hands fumbled with his stuck zipper, his reaction making her giggle. He gave a small noise of approval when he finally was able to free himself, and immediately he sank into her, covering her mouth with his to muffle the cries she let out.
"Holy shit," she gasped when he pulled back, her eyes wide as she looked up at him when he began to thrust into her.
Frowning, Ron stopped. "Are you okay?" He asked in a concerned tone.
Kaylee immediately nodded. "Yes, yes, don't stop. Please don't stop," she begged, her eyes rolling back when he began to again move over her. "You feel...so...good," she added, her hands clawing at his shirt.
Growling, Ron moved faster as he leaned down to bite and suck her neck. "So do you," he whispered in her ear, making her shudder when he bit her earlobe.
"Faster," she softly pleaded, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him flush against her as her hips arched up into his. Bracing himself up on his elbows, he held her to him as he gave her what she wanted, her whimpers in his ear only spurring him on. "Harder...oh god, I'm going to come."
Needing to feel her, he again gave into her requests, her nails digging into his shoulders telling him she approved. "Come for me. Let me feel you," he panted in her ear, his breath on her skin making her shiver. When she began to fall apart she tried to keep quiet, but when Ron heard her crying out he quickly covered her mouth with his hand, quietly groaning as he joined her over the edge. For a long moment they laid there in silence, still tangled together as they caught their breath, until Ron finally moved first by carefully pulling away. Holding his hand out, he helped Kaylee back to her feet, and remaining silent they readjusted themselves.
When she looked back up at Ron, she could not help but to giggle when she noticed how unkempt his hair was, her reaction making him frown with confusion, and without thinking she leaned up to gently fix it back to its normal style. As she did so, he could not help but to stare at her, finding her absolutely breathtaking as she did this simple yet sweet gesture. Her gaze going to his, she smiled up at him, and gave him a small but soft kiss before stating, "I'll see you back out there."
Simply nodding, Ron watched her as she exited the room, and let out a shaky breath. Just what had he gotten himself into?