“You make me absolutely fucking crazy, woman.”
Her sexy laugh almost sent him over the edge.“Then he came, filling my mouth, and it was salty and sweet, and so damn good.And even better was knowing that I did that to him.That I made him lose control.”
“You’re making me lose control,” Knox growled.“Come with me.”He wanted her with him.
She cried out, “Fuck me, Knox.Oh God, please, fuck me.”
He loved that word on her lips, the dirtiest of it.And that was all he needed.Everything coiled inside him suddenly sprang loose, and he came with the sound of her cries in his ear, knowing that her climax hit her at the same moment.
He felt as if he were fucking her, filling her.Giving her everything.
He needed it for real.Christ, how he needed her.
Summer didn’t knowat what point she fell asleep.She couldn’t remember much after that, just the sound of his voice lulling her to sleep after that amazing orgasm.It didn’t even matter she’d told him about Everett and the movies.In fact, she was glad she had.It was freeing, as if she’d been holding those feelings inside all these years.And once she’d said it all aloud to him, they vanished.
When she woke in the middle of the night, her phone was dead and he was gone.
But she still had her fantasies.
Monday morning,Knox slouched in a comfortable chair in West Coast’s boardroom during the weekly strategy meeting between SV Displays and West Coast.
“First up,” Holt Montgomery said, “let’s introduce our newest team member, Coral Chandler, our Director of Materials.Tell us about yourself, Coral.”
A pretty woman in her mid-forties, her curly auburn hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her smile seemed to reach all the way to her ginger brown eyes.But she couldn’t compare with Summer, who was seated across from him, which, naturally, Knox had engineered.
But maybe he was biased, because no one could compare to Summer and her gloriously kinky mind.
“Thanks, Holt,” Coral said in a light, feminine tone, nodding acknowledgement around the room.“I met several of you during the interview process.But a little about me, I’ve worked in Production Control and Materials for several years, but I also have an accounting background which is beneficial in procurement.I look forward to working with all of you.”
Holt then went around the room introducing his people as well as Brett Baker’s and naming their positions within the two companies.
But Knox’s mind didn’t stay on Coral Chandler or the customer trials Holt and Brett began discussing.They were going well, and his machines performed flawlessly.
But he was obsessed with Summer Gentry.She wore a sexy business suit with a pencil skirt and a black and red jacket that molded to her breasts and flared at her waist.He wanted his hands under that jacket and up that skirt.He wanted to know if she was as wet as he was hard.
“And the machines, Knox?”Brett’s voice brought him back to the table.“Any modifications necessary?”
“Not even one.Everything’s in perfect shape,” he told his boss.
The CEOs, Brett of SV Displays and Holt of West Coast, were two peas in a pod, to use the old saying.Both in their fifties, both commanding without being autocratic.Both with relatively new loves in their lives.
“Any negative feedback from our customers?”Holt asked, directing the question to Finn Rafferty.His buddy Finn was SV Displays’ R&D guy.He, too, had a new love in his life.Or maybe that was rekindled love, because Finn had known Lia Ferroni, West Coast’s HR VP, when they were in high school.
“Just a couple of bugs reported,” Finn said.“But we’re working out those kinks.Nothing serious.”
There must be something in the water at West Coast.Or maybelovewas in the air.There was Holt, Brett, and their own Grady Masterson who’d hooked up with Jordana Davis.What was up with all thislove?
He looked at Summer.Yeah, and what was up with him?He never stopped thinking about her.Of course, it was difficult to stop thinking about her when he had phone sex with her every night.He’d always been a fairly lusty guy since high school—that had never been the problem.But never anything like this.The more he got from her, the more he wanted.
And he wanted her badly.Really, what difference would it make if anyone at West Coast knew about them?There was enough intermixing going on as it was, starting at the top with Holt and his secretary/wife.
“Have you gotten any scuttlebutt from the customer base, Summer?”Brett asked.
She almost seemed to startle at the question, as if her mind had been miles away.As if her mind had been on their phone sex and Saturday’s sexy little adventure.
“Nothing more than what I passed on to Finn and Ward.And nothing that seems like a big deal.”Her sexy voice drizzled over him like warm chocolate, reminding him of their nights, of her dirty stories, of her sighs and her moans as she came.“Most of them seem like they just want to tell us how well it’s going.They’re all very excited about the new product.”
They went around the table, hearing from everyone, the two manufacturing VPs from both companies, Court Stevens for SV Displays and David Farris, West Coast’s VP.
