Not one word of that makes sense unless you listen to her tone.
She wants to kiss me, and Alex did tell her to take some risks, after all. Besides, she is bleeding words, and I need to help her out.
"Don't worry. I will put you out of your misery."
"What?"
Before she can say anything else, I kiss her. Lips to lips.
It is electric, and it is nothing more than an invitation. A taste.
She doesn't move.
And then, as I start to straighten, Lola grabs me and kisses me.
So, I have to kiss her back.
I tease her lips apart and plunge my tongue into her mouth, meeting hers.
The kiss is hot, passionate, and fierce.
"Wow," she whispers, breaking the kiss before launching herself at me and kissing me once more. Wilder, hotter, and needful.
I'm hard again, and I pick her up, pulling her skirt up with her as I carry her to my desk, slamming her ass on the edge as I turn the kiss into some kind of pagan ceremony. It is blood and bones and ozone. It is fire and sweetness. Dark and wet.
It is the most sexual kiss I have ever had, and it strips me naked as I grind against her.
I start to slide my hand under her skirt, pushing three fingers into her, a fourth into her ass when the door slams open.
"A-hem."
I realize exactly what I'm doing, and I break off everything, pulling free, adjusting her panties, and tugging at her skirt as Silas waltzes in and sits in the chair, Cheshire cat grin shining as he waves a hand.
Continue, that hand says,entertain me.
I glare at him with afuck you.
And Lola half-buries her face against me as she manages to wiggle off the table and get her clothes in order before scurrying out the door, clearly mortified.
She slams the door shut.
I glare at Silas. "There are things called manners."
"Y'know, when you said you were heading a company, I didn't think you meant you were getting head."
"Did it look like I was getting head?"
"Sure looked like you were going to." Then the grin lights up again. "Or maybe you were gonna mamba naked with her? I don't know how you run a company. Maybe it is head and dances in the biblical sense."
I glower. "Shut the fuck up."
"My lips are sealed." He pauses. "Unlike hers. Or yours."
"What the fuck are you here for? Aren't we meeting later? Or did you just come to fuck up my day?"
"How you fuck is your own business. Well, actually, youlove to tell us about how and who you fuck. Why are you a blushing virginal bride now?"
He gasps. "No! That's Lola?"
