Chapter 14: Chapter 14

"Ana!" Elliot said appreciatively as he stood. "I do think a little 'hubba hubba' is in order!" His comment elicited a giggle from Kate, and Eric tried to curb his temper—not to mention his lust.

Ana's brown hair cascaded down her shoulders in waves, stopping just above her where he knew damn well her nipples were. Her white button up wasn't as 'buttoned-up' as it should have been, and her damn skirt would've been showing way too much had she not been recently waxed. It was anyway! He could see the curve of her ass, for God's sake; it was as if the denim had molded itself to her body.

"OK," Kate said as she pointed at Ana. "I was in your closet earlier, and neither of those items was there. Hey, José," she commented distractedly.

"Hey," he returned.

"I went back to the mall after you left," Ana told her friend.

"And from the looks of things you didn't just go to the panty department this time!" Kate said with a grin.

Ana's cheeks blushed the most delicious shade of pink, and Eric's cock throbbed at the thought of her in the store surrounded by all that lace and silk. What in the fuck was she wearing beneath that skimpy skirt, anyway?

"I saw this in a window display earlier this morning and decided to go back for it," she admitted.

"I'm glad you did," Kate informed her friend. "I can't wait to borrow it!"

Eric frowned. The thought of Kate in the outfit didn't have quite the same impact as seeing Ana in it did, but neither did it diminish the ache below his zipper. The damage was done; Ana standing before him in that ensemble with her red 'bang me' lipstick and darkened eyelashes had all but rendered him unable to stand. The thought of the trail that lipstick would leave on his dick was enticing, and he shifted his position in an effort to ease the throbbing; it didn't work. "Ana," he said in greeting, and then "José," through gritted teeth. "This is my friend, Beverly."

"It's nice to meet you, Beverly," Ana returned with a genuine smile on her face. Did she really not care that he was with another woman? Was this all for nothing?

"You, too," his 'date' returned.

The hostess appeared with two chairs, and Elliot and Kate moved their chairs closer to him so Ana and José could place theirs between Kate and Beverly's. Suddenly his date seemed to be a real pain in the ass. The entire situation, in fact, was a pain in his dick.

Though he knew Ana and José were merely friends, he was still seething at the sight of them together.

Ana sat down in her chair and placed her small purse on the table beside the plate. She was pulling her chair closer to the table when the waitress appeared. "Can I get you two something to drink?" she asked with a smile.

"Rum and coke," Eric barked, then turned to José with a challenging glare in his eyes. "And for you?" he asked.

Ana had to purse her lips to hide her smirk. He remembered her drink. And not only that, but he was irate that she'd shown up at dinner. Why? she wondered. Did he have bigger plans with his date than she'd thought? Was this not merely a set up to make her jealous?

Of course it was! She'd known from the second Kate had told her she and Elliot were doubling with Eric and a date that that's what this was! And she'd known that she was going to have to do something very un-Ana to grab his attention.

That's what this was all about. And if the fire in Eric's eyes was anything to go on, she was doing a bang up job.

"You left your vibrator on."

It took a moment for the words to register, and Ana's chip froze halfway to her mouth as her gaze met Eric's. "Excuse me?" she asked. She could feel the heat rising to her face. How in the hell did he know about her vibrator?

He used his chin to motion to her purse. "Your bag is vibrating," he informed her.

"Oh." Ana couldn't help but think that her voice came out more relieved sounding than it should have. "Thank you." She reached into her purse and pulled out her phone, glancing quickly at the caller ID. "Excuse me," she said as she stood. "This is from a potential employer."

Ana grinned as she hung up the phone. The call had been from the company she'd been most interested in, and they'd asked her to interview first thing Monday morning. She'd have to brush up on her interview skills when she got home! She certainly didn't want to blow her chances of landing the job.

She smoothed her skirt as she headed back into the dining room, but before she could make it, she gasped in surprise as a hand clamped on her elbow and hauled her into the coat room.

"Miller!" she exclaimed breathlessly.

"You've certainly been meticulous in your seduction tonight, Ana," he growled in her ear as he pulled her to the back corner of the room.

"I'm not trying to seduce you," she lied.

He grabbed two coats and thrust them apart, propelling her behind them. He followed, then hastily pulled the coats back into position. "Like hell you're not," he argued as he turned to her. Even in the dim light, she could see the desire in his eyes. He grabbed her skirt and shoved it up to her waist, then took a moment to study her hot pink lace panties.

He lifted his eyes to hers and smirked. "Tell me you weren't thinking about me when you bought these, Ana," he said in a low voice as he reached inside the waistband and tugged gently.

"I…I can't do that," she whispered weakly.

Eric gave the lace a solid yank; the sound of tearing fabric had Ana wincing. Twenty-four dollars. Gone. She watched helplessly as he rammed her panties inside his pocket.

"Taste me, Ana," he said as he lowered his head to hers. Her mouth parted in anticipation, and his tongue slipped inside to give hers a single caress. She groaned at she did as he commanded. His lips never closed around hers, and he pulled away too quickly. Ana whimpered in disappointment.

"Remember that, Ana, when you sit down next to him," Eric bit out as he tangled his hand in her hair. "Tell me you're not sick of this cat and mouse game, Ana," he whispered huskily as he leaned down and ran his tongue over her collar bone; she instantly shuddered. "Tell me you're not ready for me right now."

"Eric—"

"Tell me you're not dripping for me," he ordered, as his fingers eased inside of her bra to torment her.

When she didn't speak, he lifted his eyes to hers. "Tell me to stop, Ana."

She wanted to; she knew she should. For God's sake, he was here with another woman! It didn't matter that it was a sham. In her mind, she heard the same word over and over: resist. But she couldn't. She was tired of resisting him. She was tired of sending him away, knowing the things he could do to her…the way he could make her feel.

Her breath caught as she inhaled sharply, and her eyes locked on his. Her teeth sunk into her lower lip as she shook her head back and forth.

It was the answer he'd been waiting for, and Eric grabbed her elbow and spun her around. Ana's arms flew out in front of her as she braced her palms against the wall. She took one step to the side, effectively parting her thighs for him.

And after he'd secured his hands on her waist, Eric thrust inside of her with a single stroke.