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My anger dissolved and I reached over to pat his hand. “You’re not a screw up. No one could say that. But maybe you could stand to be a little more honest?”
He laughed bitterly and pulled his hand away, moving around to my side of the desk and leaning against the edge. He crossed his arms and looked me up and down. “Honest? What do you know about honesty,Marti?”
Oh my God. The name I gave him at the club. The name on the sticky note. I’d been a fool. “You did remember me,” I hissed, poking him in the chest. “You’ve been torturing me this whole time because I didn’t sleep with you! Did you just hire me to get revenge?”
He pushed away from the desk and loomed over me. His broad chest was only inches from mine and I had to tip my chin back to see his stormy face. He studied me, settling his gaze on my lips. They suddenly felt parched and I had to lick them. His eyes shot up to meet mine, dark with anger. Maybe something more. For me, there was definitely something more. Heat crackled between us as I breathed in his woodsy cologne.
“I hired you because you’re qualified to do the job,” he said, voice so low it thrummed through me. I felt weak in the knees when he took a step forward and put his hands on my shoulders. “And because you’re gorgeous. And because—”
Our lips crashed together and I reached for him, curling my fingers into his crisp dress shirt. His hands slid down my arms and settled on my hips, tugging me roughly against him. I could feel his hard length pressing against me, and I ached from wanting him. A tiny voice somewhere in the back of my head tried to get me to realize I was making out with my boss in his office. An office that anyone could walk into at any time.
I dismissed that little voice. Nothing could have made me stop.
Chapter 13 - Eli
I had never been so angry, so disappointed, and now I had never been so turned on. I was as hard as a rock when she licked her lips, her eyes wide and waiting. She knew what was coming as well as I did. I wasn’t sure who moved first, all I knew was that our lips were finally touching, our bodies tight together. It had only been a few weeks since I first saw her, but I spent so much of that time wanting her that it felt like much more. Finally, I could run my hands over her soft curves, breathe in her jasmine scent that reminded me of better times, and taste her. I couldn’t get enough.
She felt as good as I had been imagining. Better. I backed her over to my door, unable to let her go even for the short amount of time it took me to twist the lock. If she came to her senses about where we were, I thought I might never recover. I pressed her against the locked door, wondering if I needed to be the one to come to my senses. I’d just gotten severely raked over the coals by Will and now I was kissing my assistant. There had to be some kind of correlation between the two.
Her breasts strained against her top as she reached to put her arms around my neck to pull me closer and I stopped thinking about it. She had been driving me crazy for too long.
“God, you’re so beautiful,” I said, finally kissing my way down her neck to her chest. I’d been wanting to tell her that for a long time.
Her head fell back and she took a deep breath, letting it out in a soft moan. “Is this—”
I didn’t know what she was going to ask, but I silenced her with another kiss, parting her lips with my tongue. She eagerly met it with hers and pulled herself even closer to me, grinding against my hard on. With a shiver, she dragged one of her hands from my shoulders and rested it tentatively against the front of my pants. I could feel her smile against my mouth and pulled away to look at her face.
Her cheeks were pink and her eyes were glassy as she looked down to where her hand rested. She glanced back up and pulled my head down for a wild kiss while I dropped my hands to cup her perfect, plump ass and lift her to take her to the couch. She tried to wrap her legs around my waist but was impeded by her notoriously tight skirts. I almost laughed and helped her hoist the fabric up around her hips, feeling the lacy edges of her thigh-high stockings. Lust spread through me like fire.
“You’re really trying to kill me, aren’t you?” I asked, laying her on the couch.
I edged my finger under one of the stockings and slid it down her leg, following it with my mouth. She twined her fingers in my hair as I worked my way back up her now bare leg. Her skin was as smooth as marble. Our eyes met and she gave me a mischievous smile.
“I had to make you sorry for forgetting me,” she admitted.
“I knew it,” I said. “But I never forgot you.” I slid the other stocking down over her toes and traced my finger back up to the edge of her panties. “How could I when you’re so damn sexy?”
I leaned back to take her in, her skirt pushed up and pooling around her hips, a tiny triangle of black satin panties exposed at the top of her creamy thighs. I almost drooled to get under that triangle of satin. My cock agreed, throbbing against my zipper. She sat up and reached for my jacket, pushing it slowly off my shoulders, then loosened my tie. I watched her delicate fingers, the nails painted a soft peach color, as she undid each button on my shirt. I was frozen, mesmerized, waiting to feel her hands on my skin. I craved her touch.
I wasn’t disappointed when she laid her palms flat against my chest, then curled her fingernails into my pecs. She made an appreciative sound and ran her fingers down to my waistband, making quick work of the belt buckle, then the button. She paused with her thumb and forefinger at the top of my zipper while her other hand slid up my side. I cupped the back of her head and kissed her deeply, until she whimpered against my mouth. I couldn’t be the only one going crazy with desire. Then I pulled away to shrug my shirt off as she eased out of her jacket. Seeing her in her thin camisole, the lacy edge of her bra showing made me go wild.
I pushed her back again, running my hands under her top, shoving up her bra and dipping my head to take her nipple in my mouth. Her breasts filled my hands, and I rolled the other nipple until it was a tight nub in between my fingertips, her chest arching toward me, as hungry as I was. Shaking, she pushed me away long enough to get her top over her head and toss her bra to the side.
“I need more of that,” she said, dragging my head back down to her delicious body.
My phone buzzed and we both froze. She gripped my shoulders and I shook my head. “It’s not important,” I told her, sliding my hand down her body and between her thighs. “This is the only important thing.”
She relaxed and stiffened at the same time when I nudged my finger between her legs. Her grip on my shoulders tightened as I pushed her panties to the side and slid my fingers down her slippery folds and then inside her. She was so wet I nearly lost all sense of self control. It was only her eyes fluttering shut that made me slow down. I wanted her to never forget this. If this was my only chance to make her completely mine, I was going to make the most of it.
Her breathy moan told me I was making a good start of it and I ignored my throbbing cock while I moved my fingers in and out of her tight, slick pussy. She arched again and I kissed her breast and up her neck to claim her mouth, my tongue moving along with my fingers.
“Eli,” she murmured, moving her face to the side. “Deeper, please.”
I pushed my fingers deep and hard, then slid them out to roll them over her swollen clit. She bucked against my hand and wrapped her arms around my neck to pull me close. I could feel her panting breath against my throat as I circled her clit, suddenly greedy to taste more of her. I slipped out of her tight grasp and slid down her body, taking a moment to kiss her adorable belly button. She let out a weak giggle, which I loved and wanted to hear again, but later. Now I was too focused on tasting her luscious pussy.
She cried out when my tongue bathed her clit, and she clapped her hand over her mouth. I knew I should care about people hearing, but all I wanted was to hear her cry out again. I lapped at her pussy hungrily, gripping her hips while she moved with me.
“That’s so good,” she said, tugging on my hair. “So good.”
