The Beautiful Dark

Chapter 1 - Incubus

AN: **edited 12/16/13** This chapter, and others (hopefully all if any aren't I'll let you know) are edited by the lovely Summer! Check her out at @_DatWriterChick. Enjoy. Hope it gives you the heebie jeebies. There's a lot of sex in this chapter, so...yeah. If it offends you, this probably isn't the book for you. Since, you know, it's a book about an incubus...and incubuses dig sex and all.

Friday, December 12 11:01pm

Peter had his shirt unbuttoned and off his shoulders before he even cleared the front door. A draft of a breeze brushed against his bare chest, a window somewhere left open to catch the rare cool wind on a summer night. He tossed the shirt onto a chair just to his side and shut the heavy door behind him. In front of him, Sammy giggled and began to slowly unlace her skimpy corset top as she sashayed towards the back room. Peter found his eyes drawn to her rear, the lush round globes drifting from side to side in a back and forth motion. Hypnotizing, he loosened the tie he'd neglected when he removed his shirt and followed her as she languorously disassembled her outfit.

Stopping in the kitchen to watch her, he grabbed a bottle of scotch from its hideaway. He uncapped the bottle and took a swig. The warmth speared him, driving home the fact he already felt overheated and sweaty. He took another drink and sighed in frustration. If he was going to sleep with his colleague, he didn't want to remember it in the morning.

"Pete...are you going to just stand there all night?" She asked while smiling up at him through her thick veil of lashes.

Too much mascara-wait, scratch that-too much makeup period. He noted, even though he found himself kicking off his loafers and walking towards her as she began to shimmy her pencil skirt down her tanned and toned legs. Those legs, and the beautiful globes they became were his favorite feature. Probably the only feature he actually liked of hers.

To her he smiled and stalked towards her holding the bottle carelessly in one hand. "I was thinking more along the lines of taking you into the back and taking you up on that offer of all night fun." He twisted his lips into the smile he knew would have her out of her panties in record time.

Sammy responded beautifully, her blue eyes turning a sensuous deep sapphire in color as she arched her back against the bedroom's door frame. She was an erotic image alright. Her overfull, man-made breasts straining against the flimsy fabric of her bra. She ran one sharp heel up her smooth calf and gave him a wink that sent his libido into overdrive.

"I like it when you talk dirty to me. You're always so serious and uptight at the office."

The office...or the cubicle farm from hell as he liked to call it. Of course he was uptight there. Minimum wage and long hours tended to do that to a man. Being eyed up like a piece of meat by every middle-aged woman wearing a pen striped skirt three sizes too small would do the trick as well. He was in his prime, spent all of his free time at the gym to keep it that way, so women were drawn to him.

Pete had worked at the accounting office for three years now. Three years being subjugated as nothing more than a piece of meat for woman to gaze at while they typed away at their computers. It didn't even matter that he was good at his job, Katherine and Sammy-his supervisors-showered him with praise either way. Both women hinted at wanting to spend time with him outside of the office, but Sammy was the only one brave enough to cross the lines of sexual harassment to get him to notice her. She'd push her breasts over his shoulder while he worked on the charts, trace the lobe of his ear with her short nails when she peeked over his shoulder and gently chewed on his spare pencils while her eyes practically screwed him in his seat.

There wasn't a single romantic notion in the entire charade. It was basic, carnal, and primal even. But not in the least bit was it romantic. Peter wondered if she was aware of it. He wondered if she knew how pitiful she seemed to him. Probably not. Besides, he doubted if pointing the fact out to her would still land her tight little bottom in his bed for the next few hours.