Part 23 (1/2)

As she finally reached him, she brushed her lips over his. She was going to step away from him, but he held her head and deepened the kiss. She tasted so good he could spend all his life attached to those lips and never get tired.

The truth of the matter was he could spend all his life attached to this woman and never get tired. With her by his side, he was...happy. And scared s.h.i.+tless. It wasn't only how much he wanted her, but how much he wanted from her that terrified him. He wanted so badly to hang on to Christy, but he had no illusions about his capabilities in that area. Basically because he had no clue how to navigate these strong feelings he had for her. At any given moment, he could do something without even realizing it and send all this to h.e.l.l.

She perched on his desk and motioned to her phone. ”That was Mike, by the way. Mrs. Wilkinson is back and is driving him insane. She's found out the book cards and the clients' info cards are gone, and she wants the crew to go through the trash containers in search of them.”

He chuckled softly. ”I take it she's freaking out big-time about tomorrow's inauguration.”

Christy rolled her beautiful eyes. ”Like you wouldn't believe. I tried to sell her the virtues of e-books, but every time I explain to her managing fewer paper copies is a good thing, she looks at me, horrified.”

”She worries because things are spinning out of her control.” And didn't he know how she felt.

Christy blew at her bangs. ”No need to worry. Everything is ready; I've seen to it.” She looked around, then back at him. ”So what are you doing?”

”Working,” he said with regret. He'd stopped going to the library some days ago. He had other jobs lined up he couldn't postpone any longer. Not to mention the couple of demolition consultancies out of state he'd been dragging his feet about-rescheduling, in fact. He didn't want to leave Christy, not even for a couple of days. ”You?”

She shrugged. ”I'm free. I just thought I'd pa.s.s by to say hi.”

”Ah yes, I forgot you don't have a real job, that you're on a sabbatical.” He loved teasing her about that.

She c.o.c.ked an eyebrow, her witch eyes sparkling. ”Says who? Maybe I've spent all morning going from place to place, trying to get hired. Maybe I'm here to apply for a job. Poor unemployed girl searching for an opportunity.”

He crossed his arms and braced his legs apart. ”Really? I could maybe offer you one. Which kind of job are you interested in?”

”I don't know,” she said, her gaze roaming over his whole body, sizing him up. ”The glorified all-around intern? I'm quite rusty, because it's been a long time since I had a boss to please, but I could give it a try. I'm highly motivated.”

He went instantly hard.

He'd always felt that being seriously involved with someone would kill his libido, but he'd been wrong. So wrong. He loved getting to know this woman, learning to recognize her moods, the different tones of her voice, what made her tick in the bedroom-and outside of it.

He'd go to h.e.l.l and back before admitting it out loud, but even her choice of music had grown on him, die-hard Metallica fan that he was.

”Extremely motivated,” she added.

”Extremely motivated, huh?” he repeated, a smirk on his face. ”I don't know. Do you think you can handle me? I'm a very demanding boss.”

Her eyes were full of s.e.x. It was a great look on her. ”I bet you are, but I'm desperate for work. I'll do anything. Work extra hard.”

”Are you trying to seduce me, Miss Goody Two-shoes?”

”What if I am? And it's poor unemployed girl to you; don't mess up my role-playing.”

He laughed. ”Really? Okay, let's see what I can do about that. Do you have any marketable skills I could find...useful?”

She blushed but pushed on. ”Oh, I a.s.sure you I have plenty of skills, and you won't be disappointed. And what I don't know, I'm eager to learn.”

”Which position do you have in mind to start?”

”Position? Well, I'm a firm believer in working my way up from the ground.” And she dropped to her knees between his legs.

Holy s.h.i.+t.

”Christy?” he asked as she scooted down his desk and began unb.u.t.toning him. ”What the f.u.c.k are you doing?”

She smirked. That was a stupid rhetorical question if he'd ever uttered one. ”Showing you how handy it would be to have me around in the office. I'm a great communicator. Perfect oral skills.”

He laughed. Christy had gotten more daring, but this he hadn't expected.

While she unzipped him, he stared at her beautiful face, at those big, warm, chocolate eyes and those sultry lips being mischievously licked at the moment by that pink tongue, and his heart jumped into his throat. He caressed her cheekbone with the back of his finger, and she leaned into him, smiling. She was so sweet. How did he manage to get so lucky?

Christy got him in hand and petted him, brus.h.i.+ng her lips all over his throbbing shaft, teasing him with her tongue and her teeth, his b.a.l.l.s growing painfully tight. He tucked her hair behind her ears, watching as she worked him, his hips lifting of their own volition. From the corner of his eye, he saw her reaching inside her oversize handbag, but then she parted those sweet lips of hers, took him deep into her mouth, and he forgot everything but the gorgeous woman in front of him, currently closing her throat around his shaft. His body tensed, a groan escaping him.

She cupped his sac, pressing something against it, and then out of the blue his b.a.l.l.s were vibrating and he was praying to all G.o.ds he didn't come on the spot.

Cheeks hollowed, Christy pulled out slowly, suckling and swirling her wicked tongue around his aching erection, a c.o.c.ky look on her. ”Like it? I thought I should add new toys to your infamous drawer. Got this bullet from the pleasure party Elle organized for Tate.”

”Pleasure party?” he asked, confused, his sluggish brain not cooperating.

”Your aunt was there too. And Mrs. Patty.” He must have looked horrified, for she nodded. ”Yes, I know. Don't ask specifics. I won't tell. Better this way.”

On that he was going to follow her lead. Besides, all his blood supply was in his crotch. He was barely able to breathe, let alone ask questions.

She took the devilish device and glided it up his shaft to his throbbing head as she licked his sac. Oh h.e.l.l, he was so going to spill his load. She kept the toy on his slit as she licked her way up and then pulled him into her mouth, the d.a.m.n bullet still vibrating against his opening. He threw his head back and groaned.

Then someone knocked on the door and entered. He froze.

”Cole, I went out to run an errand, but I'm back,” said his secretary, Marcy, from the door.

Thank f.u.c.king G.o.d for the big, closed-in desk he had. Christy was hidden from view by the wood panels encasing her.

”S-sure,” he said, barely getting the word out. Christy was laughing softly, because he could feel it against his c.o.c.k. Witch. She pulled out, took the bullet away from his head, and when he thought she was going to stop and wait for his secretary to leave, she placed the bullet against the strip of skin between his b.a.l.l.s and his a.s.s and deep throated him.

Oh s.h.i.+t. Her mouth was so d.a.m.n hot it was burning him alive. He gripped the arms of the chair and tried to look as if he weren't having a ma.s.sive stroke.

Yeah, good luck on that one.

”Are you okay?” Marcy asked, frowning. ”You seem...tense. Are you sick? You're sweating.”

His jaw was so stiff he was going to crack his teeth. He tried to smile.

She took a step toward him. ”Do you need-”

”No,” he all but yelled. ”I'm fine...just busy. Close the door on your way out...I don't want to be disturbed. Buzz me only if there's a major crisis, like World War III.”

”Sure.”

The second she closed the door behind her, Cole growled. Literally growled.