Up Against the Wall

By Clara Fox

Shelby McBride is a 26 year old Medical Quality Assurance Professional and sometimes working 90 hours a week isn’t enough to keep her occupied.

Devin Bridges, a 27 year old Police Officer who picks up every extra shift available, often working 7 days a week. 

Two workaholics brought together by a very unconventional circumstance and find out they’re drawn together by much more than the experience.  They have much more in common than they could’ve ever realized. 

When these two unexpected worlds collide see how hot and heavy things get up against the wall.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Clara Fox
• Release date: Mar 4, 2016
• ISBN: 9781517321246

Book preview

Chapter One

Do you trust me? His voice is like silk across my skin and without a second thought I nod.

My arms lift above my head as he reaches for something on the bedside table.

CLICK, CLICK, CLICK, CLICK...

I’m focusing so much on the unexpected sound that the feeling of metal around my left wrist barely registers in my brain before...

CLICK, CLICK, CLICK, CLICK...

I’m handcuffed to my wrought-iron headboard. When I go to look towards him the weight on the bed shifts and he gets up. He walks over to the door to my room and switches the lights off. I watch his silhouetted figure walk back to the end of my bed and he crawls up the mattress while slowly spreading my legs apart.

My breath picks up at the anticipation of what he might do next as he sits back on his heels. I look up at his incredibly sexy silhouette between my legs while he puts his hands on my knees. He slowly rakes his fingernails up the inside of my legs towards the inside of my thighs, creating goose bumps all over my body.

I let out a gasp that ends in a slight whimper when he reaches the crest of my thighs and sweeps both thumbs in succession from the bottom to glorious bundle of nerves hidden at the top.

I forget that my hands are bound and try to reach for him. The bite of the metal on my wrists reminds me immediately, as if scolding me for even trying to move.

I feel myself becoming more turned on with each passing second when his thumbs make another pass, but this time his fingers find their way past my vaginal lips. I feel the pooling moisture that has been built up escaping and drip downward. His fingers pull in and out slowly, but with purpose as he sweeps them upward. All self-conscious thoughts that are circling my head leave the instant his dampened fingers touch my clit.

My body involuntarily bows upward as his fingers begin slow circles. I can’t stop the moan that comes out of my mouth.

You like that? You want more? His voice is husky—so deep and confident that I feel instantly at ease under his touch.

Oh, yes. I say in a breathless voice I barely recognize as my own.

His slight chuckle is followed by an increase of speed from his fingers going around my clit. I feel the other hand (that’s been holding my hips) slowly make its way down to my inner thigh and squeeze it.

Every nerve ending is slowly becoming hyperaware. The moment I think I can’t take any more of this type of stimulation he slowly slides one finger into me.

Oh. I draw the one syllable word out longer than necessary, but I can’t help it because it feels so incredible.

The counter action of his fingers pushing and curling inside of me and the fingers circling on my clit has me climbing toward an orgasm faster than I ever have in my life when he pushes a second finger in.

Oh, my God. I push my hips down to meet his hand as he’s pushing further into me—I can’t seem to help myself.

Come on, Shelby. Give me what I want. He says as his speed starts to increase with both hands and I start to pant.

Oh....Oh, God—I’m....I’m....

BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP.

Shit, seriously? I groan as I roll over in my bed and practically punch my alarm clock. Damn, that was a great dream.

I get out of bed to get ready for work. I’d washed my hair the night before and braided it because (unless I have time to dedicate to blow drying and brushing it) my thick red hair would take forever to dry and would be a frizz ball if I let it go naturally. I jump in the shower to freshen and wake up. While I’m in the shower, I run the loofa over my already over sensitive areas trying to be gentle and I can’t help but close my eyes. Instantly, I see the silhouette of my dark haired stranger in the night. My one hand braces me against the front of my bathroom shower while I drop the soapy exfoliator to the floor and let my finger glide over my clit to give me the release I’m in desperate need of. My fingers only sweep over the swollen bud three times before I start to breathe heavily and bend forward in a hurry to finish up my shower—all while still day-dreaming of my dark haired man.

I have no problem when it comes to taking care of myself. I’ve been single now for a few years and it’s so much easier and less of a hassle than to worry about a man in your life...or if he’s going to call...or cheat on you with a friend while you are out of town. Yep, I’m fine with the way my routine and life is, no matter what anyone thinks. I seem to be running a little behind now after my little morning daydream and I’m in a hurry for work. I dry off quickly and run into my bedroom. I’m grateful for having remembered to put my clothes out the night before, making the morning routine that much quicker.

I put on a light application of makeup because being in the late summer I’d rather not sweat on mass transit or while walking to or from work and have everything melt off my face. I’m out of the door after almost killing my alarm clock in only forty minutes.

I only have to walk a few blocks from my apartment to the metro subway that I take to work. I’m thankful that I don’t have to commute in the Washington DC traffic each morning and find parking. My job is only one block from the station in downtown so I consider myself extremely fortunate.

My commute is uneventful and I lose myself in reading the local morning news on my smartphone while listening to my playlist shuffle on Pandora.

I step off the elevator and enter my office suite where I’m greeted instantly by our new office receptionist, Good morning, Shelby.

Hello—good morning, Tina. Do I have any messages since I left last night?

Just some inter-office correspondence.

Thank you very much. I take the over large envelopes from her and walk past reception toward the main workspace of our suite where my office is located. I unlock my door and smile at my nameplate on the door: ‘Shelby McBride; Quality Assurance Director’. 

I walk into my office and chuckle inwardly to myself at my title just as I did when my boss promoted me to it less than three months prior.  Having been with the company over six years, he wanted to make me management and the closest title to ‘Excuse-me-are-you-having-a-great-medical-experience-person’ is my current job title.

I enjoy my job most of the time because I get to hear the praises of the unsung heroes in the medical industry and tell their superiors...but with the good also comes the bad and the ugly.

I have a job that I can easily telecommute if I choose to, but I prefer to work with my team on a daily basis as Director of the Quality Assurance Department—otherwise known as the please answer this survey and provide feedback department. 

All of us here at the office are tremendously busy on a daily basis and my expertise is best put to use here, where I can help my staff if a problem arises. I may only be twenty-six, but my experience and expertise from the hospital setting and conflict management has proven priceless and solidified my rank among my peers.

The day at work has flown by and after everyone says goodbye to me. I rub my eyes and notice the clock on my computer reading eight p.m. Oh, hell! I never meant to work so late. I log off my desktop and collect my things before I lock up my office.

The guard calls as I pass the security desk, "Good evening, Miss. It’s rather late. Would you like me to call you a