Lust, Survivor Style

From Just Dare Me…

For Gabrielle FlannerY, coworker Dell Kingston is off-limits. But when she finds herself alone with him in the wilderness, she can't resist his lips, his touch, his…

• Sexy marketing executive Gabrielle Flannery is determined to excel at her firm in Atlanta. But there's one person standing in her way: Dell Kingston, her hot, smooth-talking coworker who claims all the clients. When a highly coveted camping-equipment account is up for grabs, Gabrielle's boss can't decide whether to give it to Dell or Gabrielle, so he comes up with an unconventional solution. Dell and Gabrielle must camp out in a state park to compete in a series of survival contests — and whoever wins the most contests gets the account. By the second day, Gabrielle is kicking Dell's butt, but she wonders if her overly flirtatious colleague is letting her win so he can put the moves on her. When she's in her tent that night. Dell comes by for a surprise visit, and Gabrielle has to decide if she wants to keep things professional or put in some erotic overtime.

My Sleeping Bag — or Yours?
Exhausted from the day's competitions, Gabrielle Hopped down on a couple of sleeping bags spread out on the bottom of her tent. Even though she was pleased that she'd won the navigational and tent-pitching tests, she had to admit she was surprised that an avid camper like Dell was doing so poorly.

If he was purposely letting her win, Gabrielle figured, he could only be throwing the competition for one reason — to make it easier to seduce her. From the very start of the challenge, he had been trying to butter her up, and while she was unbelievably attracted to him, she didn't want to get involved with a coworker. Maybe Dell hoped that if she didn't think he was a threat, she'd finally let her guard down.

Suddenly, Gabrielle heard a scratching noise and realized that someone was outside her tent.

"Gabby?" Dell whispered.

Gabrielle unzipped her tent flap and poked her head out. "Dell? What do you want?"

"I cut my chin, and I need a bandage. Can I come in?"

Gabrielle hesitated. If she let him in, she might do something she'd regret. But he was hurt. "Uh, okay. I wanted to talk to you anyway."

Gabrielle's heart beat faster when Dell slid inside the tent. In the darkness, she could only see his silhouette, but his nearness alone was unnerving.

"This tent is big enough for two," he laughed as he glanced around.

Gabrielle didn't respond. She turned on a flashlight and rested it near her sleeping bag, then took out the antibiotic ointment and adhesive bandages from the tent's first-aid kit.

"Lift your chin," she ordered.

Dell did as he was told, and Gabrielle smoothed ointment on the cut with her fingers, distracted by his bottomless brown eyes and ruggedly handsome features. Just touching him sent her mind spiraling in a carnal direction. He smelled of the minty body wash from the showers, and she imagined Dell standing under the showerhead with sudsy water rolling off his fit body. Unbidden, her midsection instinctively tightened with desire.

"It's a little swollen," she whispered,

"Are we still talking about my cut?" he asked.

She was afraid that the longer he stayed, the more tempted she'd be to do something she shouldn't. "Well, that's it," she said. "Good night."

"But you said you wanted to talk," Dell protested.

I Gabrielle wondered how she could bring herself to tell him to back off. Before she could even begin, Dell reached up and brushed her hair behind her ear. Her mind went blank as longing coiled within her. He captured her mouth in an all-consuming kiss. A steamy fantasy unrolled before her: the two of them…in the woods…in a dark tent… alone. Except it was reality.

The Ultimate Seduction
Feeling dangerously close to losing control, Gabrielle suddenly pulled her mouth away from Dell's. "I know what you're up to," she said breathlessly.

Dell turned her flashlight off. He kissed his way down her graceful neck. "What am I up to?"

"Come on, Dell," she said. "You failed the navigation test."

"Uh-huh."

"And today in the contest, you couldn't get your tent up."

He laughed as he eased off her tee shirt. "Believe me, my tent is definitely up now."

Gabrielle pulled away from him.

"Dell, you're failing the challenges on purpose, aren't you?"

"Why would I do that?"

"So you can get me to do this!"

He was still for a bit, his face barely visible in the night. "I'll stop any time you tell me to," he whispered. She didn't know what he was up to, but as much its she wanted to resist, she couldn't bring herself to stop him. He lowered his mouth to hers for a long, languid kiss.

A Hot Night in the Tent
Dell slowly explored Gabrielle's mouth with his tongue. He undid her bra, drawing her nipples into his mouth, sending unbearable pleasure rushing through her body. He slid lower, licking a trail down her stomach as he unbuttoned and slid off her pants.

Once he got to her thin, cotton panties, he flicked his tongue over her most private parts. She melted into the ground beneath her and fisted her hands in his shirt to keep from crying out. He rolled her panties down her legs and buried his head between her thighs. Gabrielle bucked, unprepared for the erotic jolt that coursed through her system. She didn't want it to end, but soon a fierce orgasm claimed her body in waves of delicious spasms.

After Gabrielle went over the edge, she forced herself to sit up. She needed to taste Dell's body in the same way he'd tasted hers. She look of this shirt and jeans, then slid off his boxers. She licked and nibbled his nipples, working her way down to the prize that stood stiff and ready for her attention. She took him into her mouth, taking her cues from his moans. "Gabrielle," he exclaimed. "I need you now."

Dell reached for his jeans pocket, found a condom, and slipped it on. With a groan, he buried himself deep inside her. Gabrielle rocked her hips against his, all the while murmuring, "Harder, Dell. Harder."

A surge of adrenaline like he'd never experienced pulsed through his body as he met her challenge. She dug her nails into his back and let him know every move, every slight shift that felt good…better…best.

"Oh yes, yes!" Gabrielle tensed, then collapsed in a full-body shudder. Dell gasped, falling into her, feeling as if he were being turned inside out.

Later, Gabrielle listened to Dell's heartbeat as he slept. She wouldn't mind sharing her tent with him again. But before she got distracted, she vowed to do one thing: land that client.

"Her mind went blank as longing coiled within her. He captured her mouth in an all-consuming kiss."

By Stephanie Bond