“Oh, just life.” I moan softly as he presses one final kiss there.
I have been busy. Too busy to neglect my needs. Like most things in my life, I tend to these needs myself. I haven’t been involved with a man in longer than I like to admit.Longer than I like to think back on, at any rate. Maybe if I’d known there were men like this out there, I might have broken the seal, so to speak, a little sooner.
You know, while waiting for Tod to fall for me.
It’s not as though he’s been celibate.
“Life does have a way of surprising a person.” His breath is hot through the fine fabric, his thumbs stroking the insides of my thighs. “Thank you,” he adds softly.
“You’re… welcome?” Shut up! Kill me now! “But I think you have that the wrong way around,” I waffle as he straightens and offers me his hand, pulling me upright.
Maybe I already thanked him. Lots—loudly. My throatisa bit sore.
His index finger loops the strap of my dress, gently lifting it back onto my shoulder. I force myself not to shiver as it slips over my sternum, sliding away my breast.
“It was…” A smile lurks on those highly chiseled lips, though he masters it in favor of righting my silky skirt over my thighs.
“One way to get a girl's attention?” I give my head a tiny shake as though it might speed up normal function. “Though possibly a bit convoluted.”
“How so?”
Maybe this experience had the same brain-melting effect on him.I thought men who gave without the expectation of reciprocation existed only in the realms of romance novels.
“I’m just saying it doesn’t change anything.”
That enigmatic smile almost breaks free this time, though he cups his chin, using his thumb and forefinger to wipe the corners of his mouth.
My stomach flips.Not unpleasantly. “As fun as that was, I don’t date customers.”
“Let’s set fun aside for a moment, ignoring the fact I just rocked your world.”
“Fine. But should we also set aside the fact that you’re a little full of yourself?”
OrIwould be, I think, as my eyes dip to his still prominent bulge.
Not that I’m complaining or anything.
Well…
Maybe?
“It’s hard not to feel good at the compliments you threw out.”
“You’re sure I wasn’t complaining?” About receiving the orgasm of my life? I give my head a shake, probably still dazed. But I’ve never liked cocky men, not since… I won’t think about him.
I curl my fingers around the edge of the desk. My shoe is still on the floor, my feet—one bare and one shod—swinging alternately back and forth.
I put an immediate stop to that.
“But I’m beginning to wonder what you think is going on here,” he says. “Because what just happened had nothing to do with your little boyfriend.”
“Can you pass me my shoe, please?” That sounded so prim.
He scoops it up, though he ignores my outstretched hand in favor of slipping it onto my foot himself. I suppose that makes me a slutty Cinderella.
“Thank you,” I say, “but I don’t have a boyfriend, little or not. And of course this had nothing to do with Tod.” I hop to the floor. “I didn’t come in here to have sex with you for—”
“The three hundred thousand he owes me?”
