Holiday Nectar

\"Holiday Nectar\"
By: Dani Shafer
Feedback: DaniMarieShafer@aol.com
AN: This was originally written as fanfiction, but I made it into an original. I hope you like it, there are a few more chapters, if you like it, I\'ll post more.


The cold night air stung their reddened faces as the small group of women stood shivering outside of the office building. Ashlynn knocked loudly on the glass door, her knuckles pinging with pain as the freezing appendages came to life.

\"Dylan... open the damn door!\" She sung in her low husky voice, her words belittling the false sweetness in her voice.

The three women behind her exchanged secret smiles with one another. Dylan and Ashlynn\'s budding, yet erratic, romance was the long running pool in their small office.

How long would it be before she gave finally gave in to his devilish charms?

Ashlynn sighed in frustration, gripping her black leather coat tighter around her body as she saw Dylan\'s tall form sauntering towards the door. He had a huge grin plastered on his handsomely rugged face, his pace visibly slowing only to increase her ire.

Ashlynn felt her body begin to heat from the inside out, taking in his overall appearance in one slow sweep of her mossy eyes. As much as he was an arrogant asshole, he sure was a good-looking one. His hair was dark chocolate brown; a small amount of gel making his thick strands spike out in different directions. He had dark inviting eyes, which Ashlynn forced herself not to look into as a personal motto. She had decided that it would only bring her trouble in the long run. His jaw was chiseled and rugged, the lines of his eyes and cheeks causing his face to curve into a picture of perfection.

His tall lean body was well toned and riddled with cut muscles that almost screamed out to her to be touched and ogled. Ashlynn knew this all too well from the brief glimpses he had given her over the last several months as he teased her with his blatantly open sexuality. She had ignored his taunts and leering looks, knowing that she would never be more than a personal conquest to him.


She was brought out of her internal appraisal as she heard the heavy glass door open swiftly, a warm gush of air rushing out to bathe her body in warmth.

His tall 6\' 2\" frame loomed over hers as he perched himself in the narrow doorway, effectively blocking it. \"Well, hello there lover... so nice of you join us this evening.\" Dylan purred, the word lover rolling seductively off of his tongue.

Dylan had tried for months to get Ashlynn Reynolds into his bed, only to be shot down each and every time without fail. She was almost as stubborn as he and it only made him try that much harder.

Dylan couldn\'t help but swallow deeply into his chest, his eyes fluttering over her petite 5\'3\" form. He could tell that she was wearing something sinfully delicious under the thick leather duster he had given her for her 26th birthday almost a month ago. It thrilled him to know that she wore it, wrapped it around her body like he longed to do himself.

Her hair was a deep golden shade of blonde, which looked much paler in the light that barely illuminated the office entrance. It lay piled in messy loose curls all over her head, the honey strands tickling the base of her neck as it fell from the clip that kept it out of her eyes. She was wearing just a touch of make up, her beautiful green eyes dramatically enhanced by a faint silver stream of eyeliner and jet black mascara.

They had clicked instantly, a bond forming the very second the two co-workers had laid eyes on each other. He had started working at WebSpot, a small website design company, in late January of the year previous to their current one. Her sharp yet bubbly personality had quickly hooked into his heart, making him seek her out more and more in the weeks and months that passed.

He had immediately begun his normal seduction techniques only to have his large ego suffer blow after blow, when she flat out refused his advances. He knew deep down that she wanted him, but was holding back for some reason he couldn\'t possibly fathom. He was passionate, attractive, smart, and an incredible lover... what wasn\'t for her to like?

Dylan, as well as every one of their co-workers, could see the longing in her large warm green eyes when he flirted with her. He could especially see it by the delicate pink flush that crept up her neck when he whispered erotic things into her ear when no one was around.

They flirted constantly, Ashlynn giving as good as she got. Their cubicles were right next to each other, but not once did Ashlynn take it a step further than playful banter and casual caresses. Her indifferent attitude only served to intrigue Dylan more, his tactics growing bolder by the week. She consumed his every waking, and non-waking thought or dream that he possessed.

Ashlynn\'s light girlish laugh broke his thoughts as she turned to give a coy smile to her shivering friends that huddled in a pack behind her. She turned back around, facing the god who stood before her, his large arms folded over his chest.

\"Dylan- I am not now, and nor will I ever, be your lover... so just let us in, it\'s freezing out here. Don\'t be an ass.\" Ashlynn quirked, easily covering the thrill that ran through her spine that his mere presence brought her.

She found herself wondering if he had brought a date to tonight\'s festivities, or if he had come alone like she had. She willed for the later, not knowing if she could stomach watching him grope some ditzy bimbo. Why a guy like Dylan even wanted to sleep with her in the first place was beyond her rational thoughts. She was short, her chest not overly large, and her hair not nearly blindingly blonde as his usual flavor of the week.

Ashlynn forced her thoughts to the back of her mind as she pushed her way inside of the doorway, not bothering to wait for him to move, secretly craving the contact of his body against hers. Her small hand rubbed against the rock hard surface of his abs as she pushed him aside; both parties ignoring the electricity that ignited from their brief touch. She inhaled softly, her eyes shutting with the bliss that the heady aroma of his unique masculine scent brought her.

She had not seen him since the previous Friday, and today was Saturday, the longest they had gone without speaking to each other in almost a year. It was the traditional company holiday break and she had not found a single reason, okay a single viable reason, to call him.

Before Ashlynn could get very far, she felt two strong arms grasp her sides, his hands easily spanning her slender waist as he pulled her to him. Before she had a chance to fight, she felt Dylan\'s plush lips crushing hers, his tongue tenderly pushing in between her slightly parted lips as she gasped. It took Ashlynn\'s traitorous body all of about two milliseconds to respond to his kiss as she felt herself melt into the strength of his body.

She let out a soft breathy moan, her tongue beginning to intertwine with his, their lips bruising together in an all-encompassing passion filled kiss. Her arms threaded around his neck, her swelling breasts pressed to his chest so tightly she could feel the drumming echo of their combined hearts beating as one.

Amy, Rebecca and Sarah stood in shock, all thoughts of the frosty night air long forgotten as the heat radiating off of the couple in front of them ebbed the chill. Dylan was pressing Ashlynn\'s petite body so hard against his own, they thought for sure she would have finger shaped bruises on her hips. His arms were holding her body up right, her shapely calves stretched as she stood on the tips of her toes to reach his mouth more efficiently.

The short choppy strawberry strands of Sarah\'s hair almost matched the rouge marring her cheeks as Rebecca let out a low whistle of appreciation. The tall brunette grinned wolfishly, clamping her hand over Amy\'s mouth before the haughty girl could say something to interrupt Ashlynn\'s current lip lock.

Dylan felt as if he was on fire, his engorged shaft now fully poking into Ashlynn\'s stomach as he continued to kiss her until they were both utterly breathless. He released her slowly, his teeth dragging over her swollen lower lip as he pulled away. He set her wobbling legs back to the steady ground, his tongue leisurely licking his lips to savor all traces of their heated kiss. She looked up at him in a daze for a mere second, her eyes burying deeply into his equally hooded ones.

Seeing the desire staring back at her, Ashlynn had to fight her immediate response to tackle him to the floor and resume their kiss, present company being dammed. She shook her head, banning the wrong and perpetually dangerous feelings that were coursing through her veins like molten lava. Instead, she did the only thing she could think of, she slapped him.

Her palm smacked against his chest with a solid thud, her hand immediately enflaming with pain from the firm wall of muscle she encountered.

\"What in the fuck did you do that for?\" She yelled in anger, shaking her tingling palm. She rolled her eyes as he began to smirk, his face instantly becoming ten times more handsome. How did he do that?

\"Its called mistletoe baby...\" He pointed up towards the ceiling where a small green plant dangled, \"besides, you loved every second of it... now come on, the girls are cold, stop standing here making out with me. Never knew you were such an exhibitionist. Really Ash, you need to learn to control your lustful impulses.\" He teased, loving the way her eyes darkened and narrowed from his sarcasm.

No matter how much she loved to hate this man, he made her smile, and she did just that as her anger melted away as if it had never existed. \"Shut up Dylan, and my name is Ashlynn, not Ash, not baby, not lover!\" She spat out briskly, walking quickly away from the man who plagued her nighttime fantasies.

Rebecca laughed loudly as she pushed her two unmoving co-workers along, and into the warmth of their small office. She turned to Dylan, the smug look on his face mirrored in hers, \"Jesus... will you two just fuck and get it over with... I have a lot of money in that damn pool!\"

Dylan grinned wildly at the fiery brunette, his eye casting towards the back of Ashlynn\'s retreating form. \"Trust me Becca I\'m trying.\"

Ashlynn smiled to herself, feeling his grin eat away at the back of her honey blonde hair. She brought the tips of her fingers to trace the tingling remnants of their kiss, her stomach quivering in a mass of aroused tension.

\"In your dreams... Ferguson...\" She called out not even bothering to turn around. She placing an extra emphasis on Ferguson, the middle name that she had bribed out of Human Resources. She knew it was worth every single penny she shelled out when she heard the loud and sudden laughter from her friends.

\"You\'re middle name is Ferguson?\" The girls all cackled out at once, tears pooling in their eyes as they gripped their stomachs in laughter.

Dylan\'s beautiful face twisted in a grimace of agony, \"I told you not to call me that my little ice princess...\" He yelled towards Ashlynn, doing his best to ignore his other coworkers.

He did a short sprint to catch up with Ashlynn, his long muscular legs making the task easy. He draped an arm around her shoulder, his weight making her dip down as she automatically snuggled into his side, reveling in the sudden masculine scent that surrounded her. She just smiled up at him, shaking her head, knowing he would never give up until she succumbed to him.


\"Hey girls!\" Matt yelled out loudly. His broad and slightly chubby face broke out into a wide grin as he saw his closest friends all enter the main room of the office.

Said smile was quickly turned into frown, seeing Dylan hanging off of Ashlynn like a second skin. He had been dating a cute red head named Anna for a couple of months, but he couldn\'t help but feel a pang of jealousy at seeing the girl he longed for flirting with Dylan. He was no good for her.

Dylan pried himself off of Ashlynn reluctantly; giving her rosy cheek a soft lingering kiss. He could feel her shiver as her pale ice-cold skin made contact with the heat of his lips. Her hand clutched around his waist for a brief moment as she pressed her face into his kiss, the smile she flashed becoming contagious around the room.

Dylan shot her once last saucy grin before jauntily walking off towards the punch bowl to where his best friend Devon stood, filling it full of vodka soaked fruit.

\"Lookin\' pretty cozy, how\'d the mistletoe work for you mate?\" Devon asked in his heavy English accent, the sharp bones of his cheeks twisting in a brilliant smile.

\"Like a charm my man. One hell of a kisser.\" Dylan grinned, wiggling his eyebrows at his long time friend. From across the room he could see as Ashlynn shook her head, mouthing something to him a lady should never utter.


A short time later Steward, the general manger and all around mentor, came out of the adjacent hall. He held his silver wired rimmed glasses in one hand and a book in the other. He was an elder gentleman who was quickly approaching the age of blessed retirement. What was left of his gray hair lay scattered around his round bald head, making his face appear much rounder than it did in his youth.

The age lines in his face gave him a kind and caring appearance that made his employees instantly warm up to him. Over the years he had become like a surrogate father to all of them, listening to their problems and bailing them out of more issues than he had with his own children.

He cleared his scratchy throat, baby blue eyes twinkling at his children who were all studiously avoiding his gaze, guilty looks plastered on their cheeks. God only knew what they had planned for tonight\'s holiday party.


\"Now kids, I feel I must remind you... there is to be NO alcohol here tonight. Two gentlemen from the corporate office will be here attending out little holiday party.\"

He stopped to look pointedly at Rebecca, her long dark hair curled and hanging down her back, \"and lets not forget last years indiscretion with the trip to the ER.\" Steward couldn\'t contain his smile as Rebecca\'s tanned skin blushed in a furious bronze.

Ashlynn laughed softly at the memory, her face lighting up and her eyes sparkling as she recalled their last Christmas party. Rebecca had been dared to do a strip tease on the break room table, but being severely inebriated, she had tripped as her tight red leather pants caught around her ankles. She fell backwards, landing on the hard low pile carpet behind her, howling with pain as she gripped at her arm.

They called a cab, all too drunk to drive. Rebecca had broken her arm, and had never lived down the moment since then. The whole gang burst into fits of laughter remembering how much fun they had last year; Rebecca just continued to blush, cursing under her breath.

\"Aw luv... its not so bad...\" Devon called from the punch bowl, a large bottle of vodka held securely behind his back as he wiggled it enough for her to see it, \"I\'ve got something to cheer you right up!\"


Steward went back to his office, shaking his head at his lively bunch of employees, he had a sinking feelings things were about to get out of control. As soon as the older man was out of sight, Devon dumped the entire bottle of vodka into the punch bowl. Dylan took over, pushing his friend playfully to the side, and began filling the red and green plastic cups. He grabbed three, one for himself, and two for Ashlynn.

\"Here, drink this...\" He said shoving the plastic into her hands.

\"Why Dylan O\'Connor, are you trying to get me drunk?\" She flirted in her best southern belle accent as she grabbed the cups from him challengingly.

She downed it quickly, the heady nectar burning her esophagus as it rushed into her stomach. She shook her head, her face scrunching up as goose bumps broke out under the warmth of her coat.

Dylan took a sip of his, watching in delight as she downed the second cup. Ashlynn walked away slowly, throwing Dylan her best innocent look as she began to peel off her coat in a rendition of a strip tease.

He waited in anticipation, his dick already hardening from just his imagination of what her lithe body would like in the nude. She shook her shoulders a little, the leather giving way past her arms as she turned her back to him. She smiled, watching him bite his lip as the heavy fabric slowly passed over her back.

She let the coat fall free from her body and into her hand, smiling as she heard him cease his erratic breathing habits. She was wearing a loose black wrap around skirt, which accentuated her shapely curves, and a low cut pale blue top, her ample breasts modestly but sensually covered.

Dylan crossed the room quickly, his hands placing themselves on her hips, his body pressing into hers from the back. She smiled, feeling his erection springing to life against her backside.

\"Lover you look absolutely delicious...\" He whispered into her ear his teeth nipping at her neck playfully. His smirk grew against her skin as he felt small tremors pass throughout her body, his dick beginning to pulse as her vibrations caressed him.

\"Watch it Dylan, I wouldn\'t want you getting all hot and bothered with no possibility for release. After all I see you decided not to bring your slut of the week to our party this year.\" She whispered playfully, as she briskly walked away towards her friends, not having the strength to turn around and look at him.

It was getting harder and harder to say no to him. He just smiled at her retreating form, knowing that he was winning the battle.

Ashlynn had vowed that she wouldn\'t let herself be used and thrown out like all of his previous conquests, she had heard him and Devon talk about it at great length, and knew from several sources that once he had them, he was done with them, most times not even staying until morning.


\"Hey guys...\" She called out happily, her body slowly beginning to move to the beat of the music that echoed faintly in the background, her third pungent drink almost empty. Her body was tingling delightfully; a slight fuzz making a lazy smile appear on her face.

\"Dylan is looking hot tonight Ash, are you gonna go for it?\" Rebecca asked, as Amy and Sarah both shook their heads in compliment.

\"You guys are awful! I already told you... I don\'t like him like that...\" She said knowing that she was telling a bold face lie. \"We are just friends, we flirt, that\'s all, end of story.\"
They all looked at each other, \"Ya right!\" They laughed in unison.

\"So Sarah where is the rest of the gang? I thought they would be here by now...\" Ashlynn said trying to shift the conversation away from her and Dylan; it was all they talked about these days.

Sarah took a deep breath before rattling off, \"Kyle should be here soon, Anna just pulled Matt into an empty office,\" She rolled her eyes at the couple, \"... and I don\'t know if Amanda and Charles will make it, they said they would try. Depends on the sitter.\" She finished meekly; she was always the one to keep track of everyone.

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TBC...