Page 30 of Silver Fox's Twin Babies

“God, you’re incredible,” I told her, slowly letting my hands slide up under her shirt. I cupped both breasts and pulled her backward, and she slowly straightened.

The new angle was dangerously close to pushing me over the edge. I could feel my body trembling with every thrust, aching for release. She stood in front of me, her back pressed against my chest as I continued to move inside her. The way her pelvis tilted and swayed with each movement was like a dance, the rhythm driving us both closer to the brink of ecstasy.

“God…this is so hot,” she gasped, her breath coming in short pants as she reached down to touch herself. Her hand hovered over her clit before finally making contact, sending a jolt of pleasure through her body.

Unable to resist, one of my hands left her breast and trailed down her stomach, tracing the curves of her body until it reached the apex between her thighs. I gently pushed her hand away and took over, using my fingers to rub her clit in time with our movements. Amber’s moans grew louder and more desperate as she began rocking her hips in sync with mine, meeting each of my thrusts with a grinding motion that only heightened our pleasure. The air around us crackled with heat and tension as we moved together towards a shared climax, lost in the intensity of our passion.

“Oh God, Evan,” she moaned, and I knew she was close again. “I’m…”

I gripped her breast tighter, feeling myself rapidly approaching climax. Sweat dripped down my brow as I pounded into her. Amber’s orgasm ripped through her like a thunderclap, and I couldn’t hold back anymore. I came with a groan, filling the condom and letting her milk every last drop of my seed. Her body continued to jolt and twitch around me, and I held her close until our breathing returned to normal.

Her arms reached up and wrapped around my neck, and I leaned down and kissed hers. She still smelled good, but now with added musk of sweat and sex. It was the perfect way to start our day. As I pulled out slowly, she whimpered; then her hands dropped to her skirt, which she fixed.

I gave her a few minutes to collect herself as I removed the condom, tied it off, and tossed it in the trash. I tucked myself away and fixed my shirt and slacks. She had to tuck her shirt in too, and she avoided eye contact the whole time.

The hint of blush on her cheeks was adorable. She was flustered or embarrassed, probably by wanting me so badly she broke her own rule about being professional. But I wasn’t embarrassed. I had worked up an appetite, but I hadn’t forgotten why I wanted her here to begin with.

“Amber, can I ask you something?” I said, tightening my tie.

She spun around and saw her panties on the ground. Picking them up, she hummed, “Of course.” Then she sat in the chair and slid her feet back in the leg holes and shimmied them up under her skirt, covering herself.

I noticed the way the door moved, as if air pressure in the offices shifted again. Someone else was here, but it wasn’t going to keep me from asking my question about Jacob and the twins. Still, I wanted privacy, so I walked to the door to shut it.

“It’s about the kids,” I said, letting the door latch, but before I could get my question out, the door opened, surprising me.

Shelby walked in with her coat on and a cup of coffee in hand. She smiled. Her cheeks were rosy from the chill, but her makeup was intact, unlike Amber’s.

“What were you saying?” Amber asked. “The kids are doing well. The program seems to be helping them already.”

Shelby grinned. “Oh yeah. Amber told me how you were helping with the kids’ grants. Mr. Montgomery, that’s so generous of you. Don’t worry, I won’t tell a soul. I know how these vultures we work with would all be begging for a handout. You’re a stand-up guy.”

Shelby’s grin and Amber’s wide-eyed expression clued me in. Amber had invited her here as a buffer. I told her we could get one, but I never followed through. Now I was grateful that she hadn’t walked in five minutes earlier.

I couldn’t ask my question now, and I didn’t know how, when, or where to do it. Maybe I just had to blurt it out, or maybe I was overthinking things and I should just back off. Amber didn’t appear to be playing a game, but it was obvious she felt vulnerable and not quite safe enough around me to open up. If that was truly how she felt, maybe I was out of my league. Or maybe Jacob just swore her to secrecy.

19

AMBER

The past six weeks seemed to go by in a flash. Things between Evan and I had been a yo-yo, back and forth between what my heart wanted and what it feared. I knew the right thing though, and every time I looked him in the face, I felt guilt cripple me. Like now, standing near the doorway of his office with Shelby at my side nudging me to head into the hallway following our meeting.

I’d been inviting her to come to every meeting in Evan’s office to make sure there was a buffer, especially following that morning last week when he surprised me with breakfast and swept me off my feet with passionate sex again. I knew it wasn’t right, but my heart didn’t want it to be wrong.

“We’ll check back later,” Shelby called. Her hand in my side where Evan couldn’t see, pushed me into the hall. She shut the door behind us and smiled a cheesy plastic grin at Gavin as he passed us on his way to his office. When he was out of earshot she hissed, “What is wrong with you? You keep staring at him like a lovesick puppy.”

My shoulders drooped and I hugged my tablet to my chest as I let my head fall. We fell into step, headed up the hallwaytoward our offices. Shelby wasn’t typically the confrontational type, so it surprised me that she was calling me out. I shrugged, sighing with indecision as we neared the door to her office.

“I think I’m going to tell him.” The choice to let the truth out of the bag had come after a long bout of wrestling and thinking things through. Mom had been in touch with the lawyer a few more times, who reassured her that if I opened that can of worms, he would jump in the trenches with us. I felt like he got the wrong impression of Evan and the situation, but I didn’t have the heart to correct either of them. They vehemently defended me and my side of the story, which was all a girl could ask for.

Shelby, however, seemed completely shocked and grabbed my arm, yanking me into her office. I stumbled a few steps as she shut the door and planted her hands on her hips. Her posture challenged me to stand a bit taller and square my shoulders.

“You’re what? After all this time?” I knew she only wanted to make sure I was protecting myself. Her teasing and jokes about me having it bad for the boss had been her lighthearted way of making sure I stayed in touch with reality. This was her fierce side coming out to sober me up and I appreciated it.

“Yeah.” I sighed and walked over to a chair in the corner of her office and sat down. The pressure of keeping the secret was too much to handle. I’d been interacting with him on almost a daily basis for more than a month. I knew Jacob was coming back, and there was every likelihood that Evan would return to his job in R&D, never to return to headquarters again. There was still a shift in my thinking.

Evan wasn’t seeing someone else. In fact, he wasn’t the guy I remembered either. He had changed. Life had matured him, or time, or both. I was beginning to think Jacob was right, and that Evan could handle the shock of it all.

“I’m scared though.” I set the tablet on my lap and wrung my hands. Shelby sat next to me quietly saying nothing. Her calm presence seemed to anchor me better than I could do myself. There was something about having a good friend to confide in that seemed to bring stability to my thinking. I appreciated that.

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