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She could practically feel his smug smile when he realized that she could feel him. The bastard. Deciding that she wasn’t going to be intimidated, she opened her mouth to egg him on, which of course she knew was stupid, but it really couldn’t be helped.
“Tristan, do you mind?”
“Mind what?”
“Do you mind shifting? You have a small tube of chapstick or something in your pocket that’s poking me.” Maybe she shouldn’t have emphasized small. Guys were kind of sensitive about that sort of thing, right?
Chapter 10
“Oh, lord!” Shayne said between large bouts of laughter. “I knew there was a reason why I liked the lass!”
Tristan’s jaw clenched as he watched his friend laugh so hard that he fell right off the couch. “Small tube of chapstick!” Shayne repeated, taking obvious delight in his humiliation.
He turned his glare to Marty’s back. She was tense on his lap as she shifted through the files. If she wanted to play that game, it was more than fine with him.
He gripped her waist, picked her up, and placed her more firmly on his lap. Her gasp was reward enough, almost. He leaned forward so that his stomach was pressed gently against her back and his mouth was next to her ear.
“Is that better?” he whispered.
God, yes! “That’s fine,” she said with a shrug as if having his erection nestled firmly against her bottom didn’t bother her. Damn, she should win an Emmy for this little performance.
“Fine, huh? My small tube of chapstick isn’t bothering you anymore?” he asked in a hoarse voice.
“No, I can’t even feel it anymore.”
Why that little……..oh, she was good. There was no doubt in his mind that she could feel how excited he was. Fine.
Game on.
He tightened his grip around her waist as he subtly rocked his h*ps under her bottom as he adjusted her again. She gasped and was that a moan?
“I’m glad that it’s not bothering you. Let’s get to work,” he said, resting his chin on her shoulder so that he could see the files as they went through them.
“O-okay,” was Marty’s response.
She was in way over her head here.
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Tristan noticed that Shayne had stopped laughing.
“Oh, that….that’s just not right. I don’t want to see this,” Shayne said with a mock shudder. With that he popped out of the room. Good riddance, Tristan thought as he fought against the urge to shift or rock against her, again.
For the next twenty minutes they worked in silence, skimming files and stacking them in order. Tristan seemed relaxed as they worked while Marty was inwardly panicking. Over twenty minutes and the damn thing beneath her bottom hadn’t ceased its poking! All of her movements were awkward as she tried not to shift in any way no matter how tempting it was.
“Can I ask you a question?” Tristan asked, caressing her neck with his warm breath.
That depends. “Sure,” she said in a bored tone.
“Why are you dressed up today?” he asked, hoping the answer was because she wanted to dress up for him. He liked the sexy way she’d pinned her long hair back into a lazy bun that left several long strands dangling over her neck, the sexy little business dress, and let’s not forget the long legs and high heels. He could definitely picture those heels digging into his ass while he slid in and out of her.
“I’m not dressed any differently than normal,” she lied.
The hand on her stomach gently caressed her as he ran two fingers from his other hand over the almost nonexistent sleeve on her arm. “Yes, you are.”
With a slight shrug she decided to answer him and end the games, hoping he’d stop distracting her with his touches and caresses. She was seriously wondering why there was a need for Viagra if men were able to keep it up for over a half hour.
“I have a date after work and I didn’t think that I would have time to run home and change.”
She felt him go completely still against her. The hand on her stomach tightened almost possessively. “Oh? And who do you have a date with?” his voice was deceptively calm while on the inside he was already contemplating killing the son of a bitch.
“No one you know.”
“Try me. I know a lot of people. It’s my job after all.”
She sighed, “It’s a guy I met with my friends at a bar the other night.”
“Does this guy have a name?”
“Roger.”
“Roger what?” he demanded.
Another annoyed sigh, “Roger Arnold.”
He chuckled darkly behind her. “You got all dressed up to go out with Roger Arnold?”
No, it was for Tristan, but she’d used the date as an excuse to dress up for work today. “Yes.”
“You must like him a great deal to dress up like this,” he said, his tone laced with acid. “Do you like him a lot then, Marty?”
She adjusted uncomfortably and moved to get off his lap, but he held her prisoner where she was. “I think we should just focus on work. This is too personal.”
“How is it too personal for two old friends to chat? Or even for two co-workers who share an office to discuss their plans for the evening?” His tone was hard and dangerous, sending shivers down her spine. This wasn’t going to end well for her. For some strange reason she felt as though she’d finally pushed him too far.
When she didn’t answer he continued. “So you don’t feel like talking?”
She shook her head.
“Then can I ask a question?”
“I guess,” she said quietly.
He carefully flicked a dangling strand of her hair. “You did your hair up like this for him?”
No. “Yes.”
“Uh huh…I see….” He ran his nose over her neck and inhaled. “And this lotion you used. What is it? Blackberries and vanilla?” She nodded. “You used it for him?”
No. “Yes.”
Both of his large hands spanned her stomach and tenderly caressed the area. “And this blouse that’s been driving me crazy all day, that was for him, too?” he punctuated the question by pressing a soft kiss against her neck.
What did he ask? It took her a moment to think through her lust induced fog to figure out what he’d just asked her. Oh, that’s right. “Yes.”
He flattened his hands on her stomach and moved them purposely down and over her h*ps and then down her legs until they were cupping her knees.
“And the skirt? Was that for him as well?” he asked as he leaned back in the chair, taking her with him until she was practically draped over him. His hands slid up and cupped her thighs while his mouth gently sucked on her neck.
