She pulled back, looked at him, suddenly serious.“I’ve never loved a man the way I love you.I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you.And I never will.It will always only be you.
And she was the woman he’d always dreamed of.
Her desk phone rang.It was him.But it only rang once.She waited.Then it rang again.And stopped again.
That was their signal, and Summer rose from her desk to close her office door.
When she called him back, he didn’t wait for her to say a word before whispering harshly against her ear.“I need to fuck you so hard you scream.”
“Who is this?”she snapped.
“The milkman.Let me in.You know you love how I fuck you.”
“There are no milkmen anymore.”
Even after the six weeks since the July Fourth company picnic, they hadn’t stopped the sexy phone calls.Sometimes he called her from his car while he sat in her driveway.He got her wet.He made her crazy.Then he came inside to do all manner of delicious things to her, sometimes on the kitchen counter, sometimes in the hallway, even right by the garage door.He’d even taken her on the balcony in the dark.
Life with Knox was damn near perfect.They’d driven down to see her daughters in San Luis Obispo, and the girls heartily approved of him.And really, who wouldn’t?They’d also had dinner with Lee and Blaine, and they’d all gotten along so well.Knox had even played golf with Blaine.
“Come on, baby, I need a little something.”His manly whine made her smile.
But she wasn’t about to let him get away with breaking their rule.“I’m not doing you until you give me what you promised,” she said with snark raising her voice.
“I told you.It’s all arranged for tomorrow night.Now let me do you.I can’t wait any longer.”
“We already agreed, no sex until Saturday night.”They’d abstained since Tuesday to prepare for their next adventure.And it was killing her.She was wet and ready with his voice in her ear and with the thought of what he’d planned for this weekend.
“What should I wear?”She needed to know.
“It’s always your choice, you sexy wench.But may I suggest a dress?And no panties and no bra?”
“Maybe you should wear a kilt so I can just flip it up and take you in my mouth.”
He laughed.“You’ll never catch me in a kilt.But I might be prevailed upon to wear a pair of loose slacks to help you get at me anytime you want.”
“Tell me what you want to do to me,” she murmured.
She was at the office, it was Friday, and almost everyone was out for the lunch hour—a long lunch hour since it was Friday—but that didn’t mean she would touch herself.He didn’t want her to.He wanted her needy and on edge for tomorrow night.
“Maybe I just want my big cock in your beautiful mouth so you can suck me.”
“Don’t you want me to suck somebody while you watch?”This was the way they teased each other.Fantasy.The only cock she wanted to suck was his.
“I’d have to kill him if you did.”
She loved the harshness that came over his voice, all dominant, jealous male.“Then how about I search for a silver fox to watch you fuck me in the cocktail room while everyone watches?”
“I want to search for the guy and make him watch what he can never have.”
She shivered.Though they’d fantasized about so many filthy things, they’d never been back to the club, never looked for Vince, their silver fox.
Until this Saturday night.They’d thought of it almost simultaneously after they’d made glorious love in his bed.He’d told her how hot it had made him that night when he’d gone down on her in front of Silver Fox.And she’d admitted how badly she wished she’d had the courage to let Knox fuck her that night with the man watching.
They both knew what they were agreeing to when they decided on a club date.Though it didn’t matter if they did anything at all, it would be hot and sexy just to watch all the sexual activity.And the sex would be even hotter when they got home.
“Christ, I can’t wait till tomorrow night to taste your sweet pussy.”
“But we promised.”
