Free Shiver by Flora Roberts

The one thing I love about summers near the Bay is being able to cruise around Main Street with the top down. I cut my gaze to the rearview mirror and give myself a long hard look. God, I look like hell warmed over .
    The yawn that escapes me is proof of my overwhelming need for more sleep. The dark, purplish bags underneath my eyes punctuate the severity of the situation. I shake my head at my hideous state and hope that my appearance lives up to this afternoon’s expectations.
    A warm feeling bubbles in the pit of my belly. Thinking about today fills me with immense anticipation. It never ceases to amaze me that my body reacts so willingly to the lust I feel at the mere thought of my Wednesday afternoons. Please tell me that I remembered to bring a backup pair of panties...              
    My office isn’t too far from my house; a couple blocks at best. I find my reserved parking spot and place my car in park. Stepping out of the car and closing the door behind me, I make my way to the back. As I unlock the trunk to retrieve my things, I’m instantly flooded with memories of the first time.
    “I’m nervous. Someone might see us.”
    A small chuckle floated across my ear. “No one will see. Just hike up your skirt a little.”
    My eyes darted around the dimly lit space when I heard a voice off in the distance.
    “Someone’s over there!” I hissed, jumping a fraction in an attempt to try and separate us. “We can’t do this here.”
    Strong hands gripped my waist, placing me back in my previous spot. My body reacted shamelessly as soft, wet kisses peppered my neck, leaving a hot trail in their wake.
    “Baby, this won’t work if we don’t give it a try. No one will see. I promise.”
    I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I gave myself a mental pep talk reminding myself that this was what I wanted.
                  In a move that was bolder than anything I’d thought I’d ever do, I reached down and fingered the hem of my skirt. All hesitation buried, I grasped the thin piece of material and lifted it over my hips, exposing myself to him.
    “Fuck, baby. Just like that.”
    I squeeze my thighs together, feeling the moisture pool between my legs, and try to find some well needed friction.
    I’ll be surprised if I make it the next four hours without self-combusting.
    The building I work in is a relic, still standing after eighty  years. It’s been renovated over the years, but most of the original architecture has remained untouched.
    As I open the front doors,  Mr. Duggan the front desk security guard, waves at me. I have to smile at the obvious appreciation in his eyes. Even though he’s well into his fifties, Mr. Duggan is a very striking man.
    “Good morning, Lilith.” Mr. Duggan tips his head with a cheeky grin spread across his face. “Beautiful day out there, don’t ya think?”
    “Good morning to you too, Gordon,” I say, and flash him my best smile. “And yes, it is a very beautiful day outside.”
    “You look mighty pretty today.” He smiles at me again, and I can’t help but think of how much Mrs. Duggan wouldn’t like his flirting with me. “You going out for lunch today?”
    The twinkle in Mr. Duggan’s eye quickly tells me that he knows something or, at the least, suspects something. Nosey old fart.
                  I stop in front of the desk and grab a complimentary mint stashed in a small wicker basket. “Yes I am, Gordon. Why?”
    Mr. Duggan purses his lips, and a look of confliction dances across his face. “Well, I was wondering if you’d like to grab a bite to eat…with me…today.”
                  My stomach immediately swirls with dread and nausea. Thinking about Mrs. Duggan storming into the building, ready to take me out, scares me to no end.
    I’ve known the Duggan’s since the first day I started working at the magazine. Mrs. Duggan has always been so nice to me. Well, that was until the day she caught her husband