Page 26 of More Than Words

“I’m sure you believe that,” I responded, leaning forward to run my lips along the side of her jaw, threading my fingers through her hair while I whispered in her ear. “But we both know things will never be the same after today.”

Wiggling her hand between our chests, she pushed, trying to arch away from my touch. With one soft kiss beneath her ear, I released her, watching as she placed a few feet between our bodies. I wanted to follow her and pin her arms above her head while I kissed all the skin exposed along her neckline, but I had a feeling that would get me a kneecap shoved in my nutsack.

“We’re not going to talk about this. I was…” she trailed off, closing her eyes and shaking her head slightly. “I was clearly under the effects of something when I pushed you against that door, and I’m not even sure what happened here, but…it’s not happening again. Ever.”

She’d been seated at another table during our lunch break, but I hadn’t seen her take a sip from anything but her water bottle, so I wasn’t sure exactly what she was under the effects of, but I would let her keep her secrets. For now.

“What exactly were you under the effects of?”

She blushed, averting her eyes before she spoke softly. “Charm, pretty eyes, a big…”

“Dick?”

“No. A big fucking ego. Not everything is about your dick.”

“But sometimes it is.”

“That’s just,” she huffed. “It’s not the point. Nothing good came from this.”

“Not so sure about that. Seemed like there was some good coming involved. At least from me.”

As far as what happened in her room…

“I believe what happened after that was me worshiping your pussy until you screamed my name and came all over my face. But that’s just my interpretation of things.”

“I didn’t scream your name.” Her eyes widened, and I could tell she was about to lay into me, so I quickly reached forward and covered her mouth with my palm.

”—but if you want me to be your dirty little secret, that’s fine. I can be patient.”

She tried to talk around my hand. Her voice was muffled until she pried my hand away.

“There is nothing secret going on here and you don’t have a patient bone in your body.”

The erection in my pants spoke otherwise, but I’d give her space. We worked in the same office, so we’d be bound to run into each other eventually, and until then, I’d wait until she came to me again because I had a feeling this little tryst wasn’t quite over for either of us.

Leaning forward, I grasped the hand that tried to push back on my chest again, holding it still while I placed a soft kiss on her cheek, close to her lips. I desperately wanted to know how they tasted, but I knew if she wanted me to kiss her, she would have asked for it. While I would coax her into an orgasm she clearly needed, I wasn’t kissing her without her wanting it just as much as I did.

“I’ll see you at dinner. You might want to clean yourself up a bit. You’re looking a little disheveled.” Sitting up quickly, I fastened my belt, adjusting my cuffs as I rose, and headed toward the open door where our rooms adjoined. “I’ll leave my side unlocked,” I teased before I slipped through the opening, drawing her door closed behind me. “Just in case you’re feeling tempted again.”

“You’re a dick!” Isobel yelled as the door closed, and I tried to hold in my laugh. She was right, I was a dick, but she’d seemed to enjoy playing with mine quite a bit earlier, so she couldn’t hate me too much.

ISOBEL

Boston

Things were weird in the office for weeks following the conference. Adrian hadn’t tried to contact me, and I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. I’d assumed that once we’d become intimately acquainted with each other, he’d be even more of a jackass. The few times I’d seen him, he’d been tolerable, even surprisingly professional. I wasn’t sure if my need to acknowledge what’d happened between us was driven more by my ego or by the sudden attraction I couldn’t seem to shake.

I’d never been one to chase men. I was typically the one who let them pursue me, at least back when I’d made time for dating. It’d been a long time since someone chased me. Even longer since I’d bought into the whole relationship and romance thing. A relationship that failed as badly as mine did changed your perception of your entire future.

I didn’t particularly appreciate that he’d been able to come back to work and interact with me like he hadn’t had his mouth on the most intimate parts of my body. And there were several parts he hadn’t touched that I now wish he had. He’d been the first man to touch me with that much enthusiasm since…

My phone chimed from my desk, pulling me out of my distracting thoughts. Kristine had gone to the coffee shop down the street to get our lunches, so I had some time to sit quietly and figure out why I had been so unsettled lately.

Hitting the phone to activate the speaker, I tried to put on my professional tone, not letting on that my head was a mess. “Isobel here.”

“Hi, Is,” the executive assistant, Chloe, who worked on the eleventh floor, answered, and I frowned as I tried to figure out why she’d be calling me during lunch. “Do you have some time available in your schedule this afternoon to come up and speak with Sloane about something?”

Quickly grabbing my work phone and pulling up the calendar app, I scanned, seeing a block of time open in a few hours. “Yeah, I can come up around 2:00. Will that work for her?” I could shuffle some things around if I needed to, but I hated having to reschedule check-ins with my authors. Some of them could get squirrelly when in a creative state and ghost my calls, but they knew not to miss pre-scheduled calls from me.

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