The Blue Dress
Chapter Six: Scarlet Secrets

Raven groaned as she stared at the locked door, sweat dripping down her neck and into her shirt. This could not be happening… it was like something out of a bad sit-com. If she didn't know any better, she would have thought that this entire high rise had it out for her. Out of the two rooms that locked from the outside, she had to find herself in both of them. With a low groan, she plopped down on the cement floor and groped for her phone through her purse. At least she had been smart enough to bring that.

No Service.

"Well, isn't that fucking great…"

She pushed at her neck again, wiping drops of sweat off as she unbuttoned a few buttons on her dress and hiked her skirt up just a little higher. Whatever she could do to not die from this wretched inferno of a room. Who's bright idea was it to put an unmarked archive and an unmarked boiler room next to each other? An idiot, most likely. Sighing, she knocked her head against the wall and began fanning herself with her hand.

Just one room over, there was the archival storage, and everything she needed was in there… but instead, she was roasting herself slowly in the boiler room. She clicked her tongue and thought about yesterday, when she had been burning up in another way in another locked room.

She blushed brightly and looked down at her phone again, looking at his text messages for the second time that day.

Can't make it again this afternoon. Headaches are bad.

Raven scoffed. Headaches. Ugh. What a cheap excuse to not see her. It should have been no concern to him if he found her attractive, he should have been able to work past it, but instead he chose to focus on it. Now, he was undermining the integrity of their case. She couldn't work on it alone, and he couldn't work on it with her. It was… what was it?

Raven sighed. Maybe they should have kept her off of the case. It would have been better for the case, but he was too smart and too driven to have him anywhere but on this case. It was a mess, and Raven was getting tired of cleaning it up. She should talk to Mr. Wilson about it… but really…

Raven looked around the room as if there was someone else with her, but she was alone. With a dark blush, Raven allowed herself the small, girlish pleasure of replaying their kiss in her head. The way his hands clambered for her, as if she was the only woman on earth and he wanted her more than anyone else. His hands in her hair, on her waist, digging into her thigh before snaking underneath her skirt and teasing the flesh there.

She gasped and her head fell back against the wall, her hands clenching by her sides. The feeling of his body rough and hard against her until he feasted on her neck and his hands… his hands started to find the edge of her panties. Raven's eyes fluttered closed and she felt one of her hands unclench and start to fidget with the hem of her skirt.

The way that heated stare had continued to look at her, even as he was telling her he couldn't see her that evening. The way the heat from his hands lingered on her skin, even hours after he had shoved her up against the stacks of boxes and files. The dreams she had last night, which woke her up gasping and blindly groping for the secrets she kept in her nightstand, and made her late to work.

"Fuck it all."

Repeating those same words he had whispered to her, she hiked her skirt up around her waist and pushed her panties to the side. Her fingers began a quick, familiar dance over her flesh as she teased her clit with quick, sure strokes, knowing exactly how to bring herself to orgasm. This was wrong, but she couldn't help herself anymore. She needed this release more than she needed anything else right now. Her head knocked against the cement wall, and she felt her entire body burn with pleasure as she let herself indulge in the dreams.

The sight of him laying her out on his desk, completely nude and open for his perusal. But he didn't take her just yet, no… he sat down in his chair and opened files, laying them out on her stomach as he read them. Sometimes, when he turned a page, his fingers would brush against the peak of her nipple and she shivered underneath him, her hips twitching. He would hum-and-haw for a moment before pushing her hips back down and sliding his fingers over her flesh, teasing her core before dipping a single finger inside.

Raven groaned and her fingers increased speed as she gasped for relief. Here? She was doing this here of all places. She was two wrong moves away from being a brazen hussy. But Jason made her too hot to handle, and she couldn't contain her desire anymore. She needed this.

He would lift a pen and make notes on her skin, and Raven thought that they were notes about the file, but when she looked down, she saw his untidy scrawl circle and note parts of her body. "Suck Here. Nibble Here. She likes this to be kissed and tickled." She blushed and her head fell back against his desk as he continued to flick through the pages of the file, making casual notes on her.

Raven pushed her fingers inside her body and cried out, back arching as she thought about her dream, and dwelled in the fantasy of his hands on her , how she wanted to drown in these thoughts and be lost to them forever. Her fingers picked up pace, and Raven brought her other hand down to tease her clit. She was so close…

He lifted his eyes to her own and removed the file with a smile, motioning for her to stand up. Raven did, cautiously, her eyes never leaving his own, even as he bent her over his desk. With a low laugh that vibrated all the way down her spine and into the pit of her stomach, he kissed along her shoulders and lined himself up with her entrance.

"Read to me, Raven… I am having a hard time reading this note I wrote in this file." He pushed a piece of paper into her hands. "Read it to me, if you will…"

Shaking, her hands grabbed the paper and began to read out loud. "Raven looks delicious today. She's wearing that stupid dress with the stupid buttons that I want to simply rip off her body. I vow that one of these days, I'm going to fuck her right here in my office."

Raven's fingers were growing weak as the pleasure she was giving herself began to course through her like sweet, delicious venom. Her back arched and she groaned into the heat of the room around her, feeling her sweat continue to bead over her skin as she rode her own fingers. Just a little bit more…

"Raven."

Yes. Raven's back arched and she cried out as her orgasm coursed through her like lightning. The world around her sharpened to a point and she felt her muscles contract around her fingers as the glorious feeling of release took her from hell to heaven and back down to earth. With a content sigh, she let herself lean back against the wall and mumble his name.

"Raven."

That had not been her fantasy.

Gasping for breath, she looked up into those dark, green eyes she had just been dreaming about. Oh no. Oh no, no, no, no, no…Raven hastily tried to readjust herself, pulling her skirt down and rebuttoning her shirt. She was hoping that she managed to keep her composure in front of him, but it was too late, somehow she managed to fail.

And he had seen everything.

"I…" Raven was stumbling for an excuse as he continued to stare at her, open-mouthed with surprise. "I was looking for the archives."

His response was a noise of shocked disbelief.