Beneath the Surface by M.A. Stacie

should.
    It was bliss.
    Exhausted, Dale rested flat against the table. Kyran pulled out of her, leaving her bereft without him. But she would never admit that to him. Not even in her fuzzy erotic haze.
    He moved his lips to her neck again and nibbled a path along her shoulder. She squirmed, her skin overly sensitive after her orgasm.
    “Ticklish?” he asked, lifting her torso off the table and turning her to face him.
    “Not usually. I think you spiked my drink.”
    “ You’re the one who got me coffee, remember?”
    Smiling, she let him right her bra, and then she began to button her blouse. “Yeah, I think it’s cold now.”
    He smiled back, his eyes glittering with playfulness. His cheeks were flushed and his lips were swollen.
    Kyran looked happy. It took her breath away. The man was stunning when he wasn’t spewing anger and spitting caustic curses. She couldn’t drag her eyes away as he dressed then corrected his cufflinks and tie. Her body began to throb again, signaling a renewed need for his touch. Any thought that once would be enough was dispelled. She was in deep.
    Putting some distance between them, Dale moved away from the table, allowing Kyran to haul it back into place.
    “The floor’s going to need re-polishing.” He stalked over to her, giving her the distinct impression that she was his prey. “But it was worth every cent it’s going to cost me.”
    “We could have been caught. Taylor—”
    “Is a lazy bastard who was never going to turn up today.”
    Confused, Dale scowled. “He wasn’t?”
    Kyran shook his head, grasping the front of her blouse and pulling her flush against him. “No, he wasn’t, but I’m not in the mood to discuss him.”
    He lowered his tone and held out her panties. “Was I too rough?”
    Dale snatched her underwear from Kyran and quickly put it back on.
    She hadn’t expected concern, not that she knew him well enough to have any expectations.
    “Um, no.” She blushed. “You kinda warned me, right?”
    “I did but that doesn’t make the pill any easier to swallow.”
    She grinned. “I knew you spiked my drink.”
    He kissed the tip of her nose in a romantic gesture she didn’t expect.
    She liked it but buried any sentimental thoughts that this meant more than it did.
    “I’m not the drugging type, Dale. With me it’s always consensual.”
    “Good to know.”

    Awkwardness seeped between them. What happened now?
    Kyran stepped away and moved over to the door. Dale combed her fingers through her curls, hoping she didn’t appear as disheveled as she felt.
    Her legs still felt like Jell-O and her body still lost without the blanket of his.
    “Did you come in here knowing Taylor wouldn’t turn up? Was I just a quick diversion?” The words blurted out unexpectedly. She'd been thinking them but hadn’t meant to verbalize her thoughts. However, she did want answers.
    Kyran turned back to her, eating up the space between them. “I came in here to get my coffee and to tell you to go home for the day. Yes, I knew the imbecile wouldn’t be back, but I never planned this.”
    “Promise me you didn’t.” Her voice shook.
    Taking a few deep breaths, Kyran closed his eyes and held the bridge of his nose. Dale stayed silent, ready to flee.
    He opened his eyes, boring them into hers as he spoke. “I never make promises. Dale, you mix me up so much I don’t know what the fuck is going on. I’m never that. Never .”
    “So what happens now?”
    “I have no idea. It’s not like I regularly have sex with my brother’s assistant in the fucking boardroom, is it?”
    Picking up her purse, she stomped over to the door. “And I know that how?”
    Kyran stiffened. “Because I don’t do that. And because I just told you.”
    “Forget it, Kyran. Chalk it up to a mistake. We’ll go back to Mr. Reese and Ms. Porter , okay?”
    “No!” he said, following her. “We will not. That . . .” He pointed to the table. “What happened there can’t be forgotten or