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Yeah, that’s not helping my excited state. IbetAngie gives amazing blow jobs. Fuck, I want to find out. David snickers from behind her and she throws a contemptuous glare at him too.
“That goes for you too,” she says icily, wiping the grin off his face.
“Who are you?” he asks her, and she rolls her eyes again.
“Seriously, for a supposedlyclosefamily, do none of you evertalk?” Angie groans and stalks out of the room.
Beau gestures after her, glaring at me. Oh. Right. They want me to follow her. No skin off my nose. Sighing, I hurry after her.
Angie has made it to the mudroom at the rear of the house by the time I reach her, my fingers closing around her upper arm. “Angie, wait.”
She sighs as she turns back to me, pursing her lips and looking me over. I wouldn’t mind doing something else with those lips….
“Tim, what’s up?”
Right. We’re in the middle of a wood paneled hallway. Not exactly the perfect place for a conversation. The door to the mudroom at her right is open, so I gesture for her to lead the way in. Angie’s eyebrows raise, but she obligingly walks into the room, which is more modern than the hallway. I step into the mudroom with her, closing the door firmly shut behind us, and release her arm.
She is studying me carefully, waiting for me to speak. I’m distracted by her hair. It is pulled back into a ponytail, but a strand has come free around her face, probably when she rushed to help the staff member who was injured.
My hand has a mind of its own, reaching up to brush the loose strand of hair off her face, and tucking it behind her ear. I let my fingers linger on her ear and curl my hand around her neck, stroking along her jawline with my thumb. Her skin is as soft as I imagined it would be.
Angie’s breath hitches at my touch, and my cock hardens further, but I focus on her face. This isn’t about getting laid. I want answers to questions that have been scratching at my brain for two weeks now.
“You’re his PA, aren’t you?” I speak at last, finally voicing the idea that has slowly been forming in my mind over the past week as I mulled over the Angie mystery in the long hours between when I went to bed and when I finally fell asleep at night, my mind full of Angie’s deliciousness.
Angie sighs again, her shoulders slumping. “Yeah, I am. He didn’t want you all to know.”
That sounds about right. God, Uncle Bill is weird.
“Why not?” I frown down at her, still stroking her jaw with my thumb, since she hasn’t tried to move away, or told me to stop. Angie doesn’t speak, watching me with those fathomless brown eyes that I could easily drown in.Oh. Figures.
“You aren’t allowed to tell me,” I guess after a beat. She shrugs and nods.
“That’s about the gist of it.”
Fair enough. We can figure that shit out later. Right now, I want to kiss her. I’ve been dreaming about tasting her mouth for the last two weeks. Looks like now’s my chance. I take a step closer to her, using my hand on her neck and jaw to tip her head back.
“I have to say,” I murmur, “it was sexy as hell watching you take charge back there.”
“Really?” Angie murmurs back, her tone all breathy, which has me groaning.
“Fucking really.” I slowly lower my mouth toward hers. Angie doesn’t stop me, so I tighten my grip on her neck, bringing my other hand up to cup the back of her head as I press my lips to hers, licking along the seam of her lips until she parts them, granting my tongue access to her sweet mouth. That’s what I’m talking about.
Angie moans, sliding her hands up my sides, until she’s pressing herself against me, her hands on my shoulder blades. The sound of her moaning shatters my last thread of self-control and I turn, pressing her against the drywall, my thigh slipping between her legs as I devour her mouth.
“I have to go check on your uncle,” Angie murmurs at last, as she breaks our kiss, out of breath. That’s a mood-killer. I press my forehead against hers as I attempt to get my breathing under control.
“Can I come to your room tonight?” I ask her quietly, and she freezes. I can practically see her running through the reasons it would be a bad idea in her head. I understand them all. I do, but I’m really,reallyhoping that she says yes. Saying nothing, Angie shuffles, and I step away from her, letting her go. As she reaches the door to the mudroom to head back to the main part of the house, she turns and fixes her warm brown eyes on me.
“Yes,” she breathes, and she’s gone, while I stare triumphantly after her. Well, fuck me. Things are looking up.
Angela
My heart is thudding, and my pussy is throbbing as I hurry back through the house, leaving Tim in the mudroom. I have no idea why I walked back there, but I needed a moment after effectively telling the nephews off. I have no idea where I got the courage, but my hands were shaking, and I didn’t want any of them to see.
Of course, I didn’t get a moment to myself, but that’s okay. I got to kiss Tim. My lips are still tingling, and I flex my fingers rather than touching them like a silly schoolgirl.
The entrance hall is empty as I pass through it. I don’t know where the others went, but Tiffany and Sarah are climbing into a town car through the large, mullioned windows. Maybe the men have all gone upstairs. Or to the den. They aren’t outside waving the girlfriends off. That’s cold. It’s also not my business.
