Page 9 of In His Arms

She switched angles, going the other way around the counter, but he was there and blocked her again. He smiled at her mockingly. Her only other option was to climb over the island.

“Come on. Tell me.”

She glanced to the side like she debated crawling over the island. “Don’t you have work you should be doing?”

“Don’t change the subject.” He didn’t budge. “I’ll get it out of you one way or another. I always do.”

She met his gaze. Her teeth lightly bit her lower lip while she contemplated what to do. If he wasn’t so pressed for time, they wouldn’t even be having a conversation. It was a nice thought to simply whisk her away and ignore the world for a month or two.

“Yes,” she finally responded, caving. “If you tell anyone I’ll kill you. It’s bad enough that I live with my parents.” She poked her finger into his chest.

“Why would I tell anyone?” Before she could try moving again, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her to his body. “You know your secrets are safe with me. Especially those kinds of secrets. We’ll have to play later.”

“This whole town is one big gossip chain.” She struggled halfheartedly in his grip but gave up. He was stronger and hell-bent on keeping her in his arms. Only the Jaws of Life could break her free from his embrace. “If you say something….”

He licked the exposed skin at her collar and kissed it with his warm lips. “Stop talking.”

She melted in his arms again, his tongue trailing toward the hint of cleavage in the V of her shirt. He couldn’t keep his hands off her, didn’t want to. His thumbs brushed across the stiff points of her breasts, her small gasp told him not to stop. So sweet. Jessica cupped his head, a silent urge for him to continue. His mouth explored the sweet taste that was Jessica alone, her moans filling the silence around them.

“If you don’t stop, we’re going to end up in your bed and have a bunch of mad people wondering why we dropped off the face of the earth. Together, no less.”

He smiled up at her, his lips directly over her left nipple. He kissed her breast through her clothing before backing away “Fine. I should be done by six, hopefully, if all goes well.”

She pecked his lips and stepped past him to the doorway connecting the kitchen to the foyer. “Do you want me to bring anything?”

“What, like your handy gadget?” He propped his arm against the door, a smile playing on his face. “Did you give it a name?”

She laughed. “That’s none of your business.”

They stepped out in the heat of the day, and Alex saw Bob’s smirk crease his wrinkled face. He doubted the old man could hear their conversation, but kept his voice lowered just in case.

“That means you did. Come on, tell me its name.” He followed her to the car, seeming to have a normal conversation.

“Did you name your dick?” she countered. “I’ve known a few guys that named theirs, did you?”

She opened the door to her car and then turned right into his body. His lips inches from hers, he whispered, “No, but you can name it anything you want.”

“Stop doing this. Mr. Winters is across the street watching our every move.”

“Like I give a fuck?” He leaned closer, and she pushed him away.

“Please.” She put her hand against his chest, keeping him right where he was.

“Just this once,” he said, his eyes locking with hers. “Then I have the right to kiss you and fuck you wherever and whenever I want.”

Pure mischief shone in her eyes. “Fine. You have to give me the same rights, though, plus a few more.”

“Like what?”

“Kiss, suck, fuck—if it crosses my mind, I can do it. Whenever, wherever.” She smiled sweetly at him before turning to climb behind the wheel.

“You try to play the good girl part, but deep inside you’re a vixen.” He slammed her door, shaking his head.

Oh it’ll be a fun night, all right. He pictured them trying out every sexual position in the guides and then repeating their favorites. Her sweet little mouth sucking his cock, his tongue tasting her pussy. He envisioned it all, and she had yet to start her car and pull out of his driveway.

Yeah, it was going to be one hell of a day.

She waved, backing out then speeding off down the road. Bob sat wide-eyed, nodding his head approvingly. If Alex could make it through his workday, it would be a small miracle. If he was able to keep his hands off her by this time tomorrow, it would only be because of an act of God.

Alex retreated back inside when he couldn’t see her car anymore. He needed an ice-cold shower. Afterward, he would play the hardest rock he had on his Ipod. The only way he could stop thinking about her was to prevent himself from thinking at all.

He grinned stepping into the shower. Work first, play later. And, oh, how they’d play. Right until the sun came up.

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