I scrunched my brows, confused. “Oh, right.” I stood up and rounded my desk, pulling up the email. “Let’s see. Okay, that sounds doable. You can let her know I sentover my signature. Was there anything else?”
On one hand, I wanted that to be it. I didn’t want to spend any more time together than necessary. But on the other hand…
She stood up, smoothing her dress. “I believe that was all.” She paused for a moment, looking a little shy. “Unless you had something?”
Oh, I had something all right, but nothing I was sure she wanted.What? You don’t want it either, Drea! It’s the dry spell talking, that’s all.
I walked over to her and leaned back against my desk. “You asked if we could talk, Blair. I assumed you had something specific you wanted to discuss?”
She gave me a confused look, like she had forgotten all about what she was doing in my office in the first place. “Right. It was about the email from Cara. That’s all.” She licked her lips, and I wanted to reach out and feel them underneath the pad of my thumb.
“Well, if that’s all, then I guess we’re done here,” I said in a low tone.
“I guess we are.”
She made no move to leave, so I made the first one, pushing off my desk, ready to see her out. I wouldn’t make the mistake of kissing her again, despite how desperate my body was to feel hers.
“Goodbye—” My words were cut short when she grabbed my shirt, slicing the distance between us, and kissed me. I guess she didn’t have the same thought.
I instantly melted into the kiss without so much as a second thought. She tasted like a mixture of promise and regret, and I wanted to drown in it. I would have been perfectly content if kissing her was all I was allowed to do until the end of time.
I instinctively grabbed her arms, pulling her closer, the warmth of her body grounding me as the world seemed to fall away. I wanted our bodies fused together, just as our mouths were.
Every swipe of her tongue sent lightning bolts through me. She let out a soft moan when my hands traveled down her back. Oh, that was a delicious sound.
I grabbed her hips and turned her, lifting her onto my desk. Fuck, it was a sight. She shouldn’t have come here, not back to my office, and definitely not by herself.
I was playing a dangerous game, but seeing her like this was doing something to me. God, was it ever.
I should’ve pulled away. The second our lips touched I should’ve, but I couldn’t. If she’d let me, I wouldn’t have stopped until she begged me to.
My hands were still on her when they moved up her dress and rested on her bare thighs. Her arms were wrapped around me, pressing our bodies closer and closer.
Just feeling her smooth legs underneath the palm of my hand was doing things to my body that I had no business feeling with Blair.
“Drea, are you in there?” My hands froze in place when Kaia’s voice followed a knock on my office door.
“Shit,” I muttered as I leaned my forehead against hers. I was equally thankful and irritated at the intrusion. If it weren’t for Kaia, I wasn’t sure how much further we would’ve gone, but I knew it would’ve been too far to take back.
We were both out of breath, and my hand was still on her thigh.
“Yeah, Kaia, give me a minute.” When I didn’t hear a reply, my shoulders sagged.
“I better go,” she whispered. I took my hand off as she stood up and fixed her dress. “I’ll tell Cara you signed off on her email,” she added.
“That… sounds good. Hey, listen, Blair, I’m?—”
“Don’t.” She shook her head. “This was a mistake. I shouldn’t have come here.” She turned around and opened the door without another word.
“Oh, I’m sorry, Dre. I didn’t mean to interrupt,” Kaia said when she saw a flushed Blair floating past her.
“It’s okay, we were just finishing up.” It was not okay. I was deeply horny and getting more irritated by the second.
She followed my gaze to where Blair had disappeared out of the store. “She looked pretty today, didn’t she?”
I glared, clenching my jaw. I saw her. I knew exactly how she looked in the dress that showed off her sexy shoulders, but I didn’t like the idea of anyone else noticing those things.
“Was there something you needed, Kaia?” My tone was harsh and devoid of any calmness. I needed to relax. I had no right to get short with Kaia. It was just my hormones talking. It had nothing to do with Blair specifically, and everything to do with the wetness between my thighs. It was making me irrational.
