Page 30 of A Little Moore Action
“Fuuuuck, Campbell,” Chase says, pulling his mouth away from mine to trail hot kisses down my throat.
Yes, right there. Kiss me there.
He grunts and kisses my pulse point harder, and I realize I spoke out loud.
His teeth nip under my ear as I swivel my clit once more over his hard-on. That’s all it takes.
“I’m coming, oh fuck, I’m coming…” I chant, my muscles seizing. He takes over, dry humping back, pressing his length over me as wave after wave hits me, prolonging my orgasm until my leg gives out. His arms wrap around me, holding me up.
It’s then that I realize I’ve been the one moving, humping, grinding, in essence, swiveling my hips like Elvis in Vegas, while his hands remained braced on either side of me, until now.
Embarrassment overrides the warmth of my orgasm. I just got myself off on my new client’s crotch, in his elevator.
Pulling back, I lower the leg hooked around his hip to the ground and find the courage to look him in the eye. And immediately wish I hadn’t. We’re both breathing hard, but while I’m sure I at least look satisfied, Chase’s mouth is pressed flat, and little lines of tension crease the sides of his eyes.
“I’m sorry.” My voice like a whisper.
His brows pinch, a look of confusion sliding over his face. “Baby.” The endearment catches in my heart. He slides one finger down the line of my jaw, stopping at the corner of my mouth. “Why in the world are you apologizing?”
“I—”
The elevator dings, and the doors glide open. Down the hall, Raymond’s eyes catch mine as he looks over Ben and Chris’s shoulders. Quickly, I disengage from Chase and duck under his arm still caging me in. I run my hands over my hair and smooth down my dress. By the time Ben and Chris turn around, I look somewhat presentable as I exit the elevator, though I’m walking toward them on shaky legs.
“What are you two still doing here?” My voice sounds a bit too cheerful. A bit too loud. Hopefully Ben and Chris don’t notice. I refuse to meet Raymond’s eyes, not wanting to see any censure from the conservative floor manager whom I’d taken an instant liking to.
“We were on our way out and met up with Raymond here.” Ben pats Raymond on the shoulder. “This guy is great. We should totally make him the face of Moore’s. What do you think?”
“I think Raymond might quit.” Chase smiles at Raymond’s stoic expression. “Not exactly your thing, is it, Raymond?”
I glance back at Chase, whose countenance seems much more relaxed than before as he strolls toward us. He’s taken off his suit jacket and has it draped over his arm, in front of his crotch. Knowing the reason why has my ears heating.
Raymond inclines his head. “Indeed, Mr. Moore.”
“Indeed,” Chris repeats, chuckling. “Are you sure, man? You are the definition of what Moore’s should be presenting to the public.” He looks Raymond up and down as the older gentleman lifts one eyebrow at Chris’s inspection, managing to look both superior and acquiescent at once.
I step in. “I like the thought process, guys. But if we do decide a poster boy is the way to go, I’d like one a bit more willing. Don’t want to make any of the store’s long-standing and essential employees uncomfortable.”
Like I am right now.
“You’re right, as usual, boss.” Ben sticks his hand out to Raymond. “Thanks for the insider’s insight, as it were, man. It’s been a pleasure meeting you.”
Raymond pauses before relinquishing his own hand to be pumped up and down enthusiastically by the young marketing strategist. “The pleasure is mine, sir.” He subjects himself to another handshake from Chris before turning toward Chase. “Anything I can do before I leave, Mr. Moore?”
Chase lets out a long-suffering sigh. “Chase, Raymond. Call me Chase.” He glances at his watch. “And no, for God’s sake, man, you’re here way too late. I told you not to stay while we had dinner. Go home.”
“As you wish.” Raymond inclines his head to the guys once more and surprises me by taking my hand and bowing over it slightly. “Good evening, Miss Bell,” he says, placing a chaste kiss on the back of my hand. The old-fashioned gesture is delightful, but even more so is the wink that follows.
A saucy wink from the staid, straitlaced floor manager. I can’t help but smile even as my face heats. “Good night, Raymond. And thank you.” One more nod in my direction and Raymond turns smartly on his high-shined brogues and strides away.
Chris sighs. “You sure we can’t use him? He’s perfect.”
I laugh. “I’m sure, Chris.”
“Well, now that you two have finished your business, wanna share that car?” Ben asks me.
It takes me a minute to realize he isn’t referring to the business in the elevator, but when I do, I jump at the chance. Call me a coward, but I see my way out, and I’m going to take it. “Sure. That would be great.” I take a quick look in Chase’s direction, unable to meet his eyes. “Thank you for dinner.”
Chase’s charm is gone, in its place a strained annoyance, and I know it’s directed at me. Taking a cue from Raymond, he inclines his head. “No, thankyou, Campbell.”
