Page 52 of The Cowboy and the Bombshell
I’d still rather not, though. Ignorance is bliss, as they say.
Stone grunted. “I doubt it. His pride is wounded, so I don’t think he’ll want the whole world knowing he lost.”
“Lost?”
He turned to me, one side of his mouth lifting in a playful smirk. “Yeah, Blondie. I got the girl.”
I blushed, but said nothing. We still had to have that talk, after all. No matter how close Stone and I had gotten, there was still a lot of things standing between us, and about seventeen hundred miles.
Gathering my things, I headed back to my office and started drawing up the ads for our needed staff members. Normally, I would contact Toby to get lists of job requirements and qualifications for each position, but I figured that now would not be a good time. Instead I sent off an email to his assistant, and had several great posts created in short order.
I was just finishing the last post when Stone knocked on my open door. Glancing at the clock, I realized it was later than usual.
“Sorry,” I said. “Am I holding you up? I am almost finished for the night.”
Stone entered my office and closed the door behind him, twisting the lock before strolling towards me. “Good, because we are the last ones here right now.” He said, his voice low and husky. Watching him stalk across the room and around my desk sent adrenaline coursing through my system. He moved slowly, coming to stand behind my chair, leaning over as he had before. Only this time, he pressed his lips to my neck while trailing his fingers up and down my arms. I shivered, my body coming alive at his touch. “So, I was thinking,” he whispered, his mouth right by my ear, causing desire to pool low in my belly. “That maybe we could take advantage of this situation.”
“Oh,” I said, my mouth suddenly dry. “And what, exactly, did you have in mind, Mr. Montgomery?” I used his preferred name this time, not wanting to do anything that might make him change his plans for me.
“First,” he said, turning my chair sideways and standing before me. ”I was thinking that I would start by kissing you.” With that he pressed a kiss to my lips, warm and tender. He continued, deepening the kiss, placing his hands on either side of my face, cradling me.
I kissed him back fiercely, the fire in my belling growing, becoming an inferno. It was like that every time Stone touched me. He created a storm inside me, one that only he could put out.
Pulling back from his kiss, I leaned back in the chair, watching as he stood straight. When he released me, I smiled at him, then slid from the chair and to my knees in front of him. I could see the realization in his eyes when he caught on to my intentions, and then watched as his gaze filled with heat and lust.
Turning to the task at hand, I ran one hand over his hard length, caressing it through his jeans. I could hear the slow and deep intake of breath as I did, and it made my heart swell with pride that I could do this to him. That I could make him feel good, the same way he did for me.
Continuing to stroke him with one hand, I used the other to open his belt, pulling the large buckle out and releasing the strap of leather. I glanced up at Stone again as I used both hands to pop the button on his jeans, watching him watch me as I slowly drew the zipper down, revealing the large bulge behind a pair of black boxer briefs. Working the jeans off his hips and butt, I let them drop as I once again began stroking him, one hand working his erection, the other trailing slowly up and down his muscular thigh, feeling him flex every time I changed direction, trying to keep him guessing as to my next move.
Releasing him, I placed both hands on his hips, sliding my fingers under the waist band of his underwear, pausing a moment as I leaned in, dragging my nose up his length from base to dip, inhaling the rich, musky scent that was delicious and purely Stone.
Stone groaned, and I smiled again as I slowly began to roll his boxer briefs down his legs, revealing him to me in all his hot, hard glory. Once he was clear of his shorts, I grasped him at the base, giving one slow pump before extending my tongue, circling the tip once, twice, then wrapping my lips around the head. His taste melted against my tongue, the light salty flavor filling my mouth and sending liquid heat through my system. I began to move, pulling him deep, then retreating, working my tongue in tandem with my hand, the rhythm building to a steady pace. I could hear Stone’s breathing increase, his low grunts letting me know when I’d done something particularly enjoyable, and he placed one hand on my head, not forcing, but gently guiding me to the things he liked best. He released a strangled moan when I brought my other hand up to cup his balls, rolling them lightly in my palm before giving a gentle tug.
Suddenly, Stone pulled away, grasping my wrist and pulling me to my feet. He slammed his mouth down against mine, his tongue pressing in forcefully as he wrapped his arms around me.
“Fuck, Penelope,” he grated out, his forehead resting against mine as he caught his breath. After a moment, he kissed me again, quick and hard, then turned and shoved all the things on my desk to one side, my papers flying off on to the floor, the laptop turned sideways and balanced precariously close to the edge.
It was so hot.
I let out a squeak when Stone grasped the hem of my pencil skirt, hiking it up high over my hips, then pulling my thong down to my knees. On his way back up, he lifted me, placing my behind on the desk where my computer was just sitting, and dragging my underwear all the way off my feet, tossing them behind him in a casual move, his cocky grin making my nipples tighten and throb under my shirt.
I looked at him with wide eyes as he drew a condom out of his wallet, rolling it on and then grasping my thighs and slowly drawing them apart, his eyes trained on my wet core, his smirk fully in place. Rocking my hips in a needy dance, I reached for him, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and pressing kisses to his neck, the days’ stubble tickling my lips.
“Please,” I begged softly, wanting him inside me.Needinghim inside me.
“I’d like to fuck you on your desk, Miss Lund,” Stone growled, the blunt head of his dick poised at my entrance enticingly. “Would that be alright with you?”
“Yes,” I gasped, trying to shift my hips forward and guide him inside, but he pulled away, teasing me, as his one hand trailed down my collar bone and over by breast, massaging gently. “Oh, God, yes.”
“That’s my girl,” he breathed against my neck, the words sending a thrill through my chest. I tried not to let them send my mind places it shouldn’t go, focusing instead on the feel of him entering me, stretching me slowly as he pressed inside. Every inch he gained caused my hands to clutch at him tighter, my fingers digging into his shoulders as I took reveled in the feel of his possession. When he was pressed against me as tight as he could go, Stone paused, staring at me, his eyes filled with so much fire and something else I still couldn’t name.
Or maybe I just didn’t want to.
I closed my eyes as he kissed me again and started to move, his hips picking up what was becoming a familiar rhythm, both of us falling smoothly into each other. I kept one hand on his shoulder, the other I stretched behind me, leaning back on the desk to be able to move with him. Stone tugged the sides of my wrap blouse open, revealing my creamy lace bra, and bent forward, his mouth working my nipple through the pale fabric, sending a shock wave directly to my clit. I moaned, leaning my head back, as Stone drove us both closer and closer.
My breathing became ragged, Stone released my breast and dropped his hand between us, his thumb pressing firm circles on my sensitive bundle of nerves. “Yes, Penelope,” he said harshly, his teeth gritted as he held himself back to wait for me. It only took two more strokes and I exploded, my mouth falling open in a silent scream as my muscles clamped down and wave after wave of bliss surged through my body.
I felt Stone pickup his pace, his rhythmic strokes faltering as he chased his own release. When he reached it, he wrapped his hand around the back of my neck and drew me into another soul-stealing kiss. We stayed like that, joined in every way possible, until both of us had calmed our breathing, Stone trailing his finger tips lightly up and down the back of my neck.
