Page 73 of Out of the Shadow

When Angie returns, I notice the key earrings I purchased for her are now in her ears. She’s wearing a huge grin thatIput on her face. And no sex was involved—well, not at this moment, anyway.

Returning to my work, I get lost in putting the finishing touches on my project, pleased with all of my ideas and advertising I’ve done. I’m going to beat her, I know it. I glance over at Angie, who’s huddled over her desk flipping envelopes, her brow furrowed. My competitive impulse sputters and the precarious financial situation of the agency takes center stage in my brain. Do I really need the bonus? After all, my salary should tide me over until I get my first commission check.

At six, Marlene stretches and closes up her desk. “I’ll be in early tomorrow morning to help out with any last-minute details for the Open Houses. But you should know, I’m rooting for you, Angie—no offense, King, but she’s family.”

“Thanks, Marlene,” Angie says brightly.

For my part, I reply, “None taken. Sorry you’re backing the losing team, though.”

Shaking her head slightly, Marlene smiles at me as she flips over the sign to say “Closed.”

I wait a beat after she locks up, then I rub my hands together. “Are you done for the day?” I ask Angie with a grin.

“No, unfortunately. I wanted to be a little further along. You should go. Enjoy yourself.” Her words clash with her disgruntled tone.

No way am I going anywhere without her. “No, I’ll stay with you. Let me know what I can do to help.”

At first she objects, insisting that we’re adversaries in this little competition, but I remind her that the agency wins despite which one of us takes home the title. I do know it’ll be me, though.

Unless I let her win…

After we work through some issues with her Open House, I check my Rolex. “We’ll need to hustle if we’re going to make it to your parents’ house for Saturday dinner.”

“Oh.” She tosses her pen onto the top of her desk. “Sorry. I told them I wasn’t coming tonight because of the show. Didn’t want to have to make the trek over to Brooklyn.” She plays with her new earrings.

The prospect of an evening with nothing to do but Angie makes all my blood rush southward. “I like how you think.”

Instead of focusing on the presentation for tomorrow, though, I start to picture us in a variety of sexual positions. Doggie-style. Reverse cowboy. Shower. The possibilities are endless.

I push away from the desk and almost trip in my hurry to get to her. “We’d better make the most of our time.” I hold out my hand.

Angie

MY HAND SLIDESoff my new earring and lands in his palm. His very strong, capable hand that made me feelso muchlast night. And I was right—his calluses heightened my pleasure.

Because I can’t help myself, I stand and lead him up to my apartment. As I climb the stairs first, I feel his eyes boring into me. I sashay a little for him.

As soon as we’re inside, King grabs me around my waist and pushes me against the closed front door. “I liked that little show you just put on for me.” His hands drop to my hips and he moves them from side to side.

Guess he picked up on my moves. “There’s more where that came from.”

In response, he covers my mouth with his. Any thoughts I had about ordering in dinner fly out of my head when his tongue demands entrance. With the door at my back and King at my front, I can’t move other than my arms. Which drop to his butt and squeeze him forward.

King growls, bends down, and picks me up as effortlessly as if I were a baby. Which I most certainly am not. He heads straight for my bedroom, where he stands me up next to my queen-sized bed. I kick off my sandals as he strips every article of clothing off my body.

When I’m naked, I reach for his shirt, but he takes a step backward. “On the bed, baby.”

Why do I like it that he calls me “baby”? It’s not something I expected to like, but out of his mouth, I go to mush and obey without reservation.

Once I’m seated, he looms over me, his gaze skimming over my entire body. He removes his belt in a whoosh, then lets it clatter to the floor at my ankles. His hands pull my legs wide open, dragging me down to the edge of the bed. King then gets to his knees and laps, and I’m screaming his name in under three minutes.

While I’m still coming down off my orgasm, he takes off all his clothes, not caring where they end up. “On all fours, baby. I’m going to take you doggie-style.”

His imagination has never failed me once, so I quickly flip over and get into position. He grabs a pillow and shoves it under my tummy, which raises my ass higher into the air. “I like this,” he rumbles. His erection, now covered by a condom, pushes against my entrance.

Out of my mind with pleasure, I order him, “Take me, King.”

“How do you want me?”

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