“Ozzie,” she whispered, reaching into his shorts so she could fist him, gasping when she realized his true girth.
He let his forehead rest against hers, his hot breath coming in panting puffs that tickled her lips and cheeks. Before he could say anything, a strange sound invaded the sanctity of the kitchen. A weird clickety-clickety-click that reminded her of…
“Sonofa—” Ozzie growled, pushing out of her grasp. The tug of his wet dick through her fisted fingers was so erotic, she felt her inner walls clenching once again. He grabbed her sweatshirt and tossed it at her. She caught it against her chest, confusion and disappointment filling her just as Delilah and her dog stepped into the kitchen.
“Holy freakin’ shit!” the redheaded bartender yelled, covering her eyes with her hands. “Sorry, guys. Sorry!”
Samantha felt heat wash over her. Busted. Like horny teenagers beneath the bleachers.
If she’d wanted to ingratiate herself with the women of Black Knights Inc., this was definitely not the way to do it.
“I could have gone two, maybe three lifetimes without seeing that. Thanks, you two,” Delilah said.
“Sorry.” Samantha hurriedly tugged her sweatshirt over her head, glancing around frantically for her bra. She spied it just as Ozzie tucked the scrap of red lace into the pocket of his shorts, then he bent down to retrieve his T-shirt from where she’d tossed it on the tile floor, wincing slightly from the pain in his injured leg.
She could still feel him in her fist. Still taste him on her tongue. Still smell him and her and them and sex all around her, which didn’t do much to dampen her libido. What dampened her libido was the sight of Delilah still standing there covering her eyes and Fido eyeing them and grinning that goofy doggy grin. “I… We…” she stuttered.
“No explanations necessary. I suspect Delilah knows exactly what we were up to.” There wasn’t a hint of remorse in Ozzie’s voice. Quite the contrary, he looked amused. Horny and blue-balled, certainly. But underneath that was definite amusement. “Especially considering I’ve caught her and Mac going at it in some pretty unique places. The coat closet comes to mind.”
“But never in the kitchen!” Delilah harrumphed. “Never where we prepare our freakin’ food! Yeesh!”
“Then you might be the only one.” Ozzie tugged his T-shirt over his head. His hair was going every which way. “Because I know for a fact that Boss likes to have Becky up against the refrigerator whenever he gets the chance. Something about the vibrations of the motor and—”
Delilah waved her hands in the air, but her eyes were still screwed shut. “Stop it! Stop it! TMI!”
Now Ozzie had the audacity to chuckle. Samantha found nothing humorous in this situation. “You can open your eyes, my dear sweet Dee,” he said. “Everyone is decent.”
Samantha decided her position atop the island countertop was now wildly inappropriate and hopped down before Delilah opened one eye, then the other. Peanut, who came to investigate the ruckus, slunk by Fido, and the dog immediately gave chase. Before Samantha had time to move, both animals were doing laps around the island and her legs, Peanut hissing and Fido barking.
Christian appeared in the doorway, yawning and scratching his bare belly. Even dressed for bed in flannel PJ bottoms and nothing else, he looked like he should be walking down a runway. “What the bloody hell is happening here?” he demanded.
Ozzie shrugged, looking bemused. “Not my circus, not my monkeys.”
Delilah rolled her eyes and clapped her hands. “Hey! Cut it out!”
“Is she talking to you two,” Christian asked over the pandemonium, glancing between Samantha and Ozzie, no doubt noting their dishevelment, “or the dog and cat?”
“What the hell is going on in here?” BKI’s newest employee, Emily…something—Samantha had forgotten her last name—appeared beside Christian.
Ozzie shook his head. “Oh good. Say, Emily, mind going up to gather the rest of the peanut gallery? I mean, everyone deserves to see this show.”
“Huh?” Emily cocked her head.
“Never mind.” Ozzie grabbed Samantha’s hand, carefully extricating her from the path of the canine-feline footrace. “Come with me,” he said in a low voice. “Let’s leave the zoo to the animals.”
She squeezed his fingers in agreement. But before they could go more than a few steps, Delilah stopped trying to catch Fido’s collar and instead caught Samantha’s arm. It effectively jerked her hand from Ozzie’s grasp. He turned to lift a brow.
“Run along.” Delilah shooed him. “She’ll follow in a second, after I tell her something important.”
Ozzie’s other eyebrow climbed up his forehead.
“It’s a sisterhood thing,” Delilah assured him.
“Why do you insist on rubbing that in my face tonight?” he demanded, and Samantha felt like she was missing something.
“Tell him to run along,” Delilah instructed. “He’s in big, bad protector mode and won’t go unless you say it’s okay.”
Samantha wasn’t sure it was okay. “It’s fine,” she assured Ozzie, forcing a smile.
