“Believe me, I’ve told him many times.”He held her gaze.It was oddly unnerving, though she couldn’t pinpoint why.He wasn’t staring at her breasts or anything below her neck, yet his gaze still felt penetrating.
“And why areyouworking so late?”he asked.“None of your staff are here, yet you’re burning the midnight oil.”
She told the truth, even as she wondered why she was confessing.“I’ve only been here three months.I’m still wrapping my arms around the process.”
“You’re very dedicated.”His smile seemed genuine, appreciative—and there was a gleam in those dark maple eyes.
He slapped his hands on the arms of the chair and stood up.Stretching his hand out, his wrist slid from beneath his suit sleeve as he glanced at his watch.“It’s already late enough on a Friday night.You should get out of here.I’m sure you have amazing plans for the weekend.”He shook his sleeve back down and straightened his cuff.
The man was gorgeous in his business suit—every line perfectly tailored to his body.Elegant.That was the best word to describe him.She didn’t want to think of words with a sexual connotation.And really, this close to him, in this weirdly too-small office, she shouldn’t think any words with sexual connotations.
She didn’t tell him that she had no weekend plans.“Enjoy your weekend too.”
“Oh, I will.”He smiled—a lady-killer smile she couldn’t allow to affect her.He turned toward the door, almost out, when, with one hand on the doorjamb, he pierced her with those beautiful brown eyes beneath his dark lashes.
“By the way,” he said, pausing just long enough to set her nerves jangling again, “I really enjoyed your story.”
She was a beautiful,sexy woman.
Of course, he’d noticed Summer Gentry—who wouldn’t?—but Knox hadn’t allowed himself to trulyseeher until now.Contrary to what everyone thought of him, he didn’t hit on women he worked with.
But he could now imagine curling her chestnut hair around his fingers as he gazed into her lapis-blue eyes turning hot with desire.He imagined her luscious lips wrapped around his cock, and her full breasts filling his hands.
The woman had him salivating.
It was the conversation he’d overheard that changed everything.And not just the words, but the silky-smooth voice she’d spoken them with.He would hear that voice in his dreams tonight.He would feel that delectable body in his arms, as if she were right there in his bed.
He hadn’t intended to eavesdrop, but when he heard those words about the sex poker players—She unzips him and takes his cock out.And you and I just stare because he’s huge.Then she goes down on him—well, hell, he couldn’t help himself.And later, when she said his name?Christ, he’d fallen into her tale right along with her phone-fuck buddy.And gotten as hard as a steel rod.
Because sometimes he had a fantasy, a filthy fantasy.A man watching his wife suck another man’s cock, Knox’s cock.Then Knox would fuck her, drilling his cock deep inside her, making her scream with pleasure, making her come so hard she damn near fainted.All while her husband watched.
Her fantasy was his fantasy.And with it, she’d completely hooked him.
Summer Gentry.It was such a lyrical name for a woman he’d always considered businesslike and no-nonsense.But she had a naughty imagination he wanted to explore just as much as he wanted to explore her body.
Was she married?Living with someone?Was that a lover on the other end of the line?Though she’d referred to the other party as her husband, he somehow thought that was part of the fantasy she wove.She wore no wedding ring, and she hadn’t said a single word of endearment—not even at the end when she said goodbye.NoI love you, orI’ll see you when I get home.Not evenI can’t wait to see you and make love to you for real.
But now Summer Gentry was in his head.
And he couldn’t get her out.
Summerand her best friend Lee stopped for coffee after their strenuous Saturday morning workout.Once or twice a month, depending on their busy schedules, they worked out together, then, of course, headed for coffee and a chat.Finding a corner table in the busy coffeehouse, the rich scent of the brew filled the air.People worked on their laptops, dads bought their kids hot chocolate, and with the music playing, conversations were loud enough to cover anything she and Lee talked about.
And Summer needed to talk.
She’d gone to university with Lee Nguyen, both of them business administration majors.Lee had concentrated in accounting, while Summer chose marketing.Lee had been her matron of honor and had gone to birthing classes with her.
While Summer had stayed home with the kids until they were both in middle school, Lee had chosen a different path.Now CFO for a Silicon Valley startup, she and her husband Blaine had no children.Instead, Lee doted on Summer’s girls as if she were their auntie.And since Summer was an only child—she didn’t count her stepbrother because their parents hadn’t married until she and Aiden were in their teens—Lee was the sister of her heart.
“Another of life’s embarrassing moments,” Summer said with a sigh after the tell-all about her encounter with Knox Turner.
“I’m surprised you let Paul talk you into phone sex at work.”Lee reached back to tighten the scrunchie around her high ponytail of long, silky black hair.A man at the table behind them gave her a long sideways glance.Lee was gorgeous, but she was also happily married and never even noticed the looks men gave her.
“I absolutely shouldn’t have let Paul talk me into it, but I onlytalked.I didn’tdoanything.And it was late.Nobody should have been there.I don’t even know why Knox was there so late.”
Lee laughed.“You know, this reminds me of the time you were looking at that guy’s photo album.”
“Oh, please, don’t remind me.”Summer almost choked on her laughter.
