Page 9 of Don't Run
“What’s your name?” I ask against her lips, only breaking our kiss to let her catch her breath.
“Gabriella,” she pants, still riding my thigh. “But you can call me Gabby.”
“Mm,” I hum, already sucking on her tongue again. “I’d rather call you a good girl after you come for me.”
Maybe that’s what does it—the promise of praise or the knowledge that I’m not stopping until she comes, but she winds her small arms around my neck and kisses me so deep I forget to breathe. My hands fall away from her waist and I focus on caressing her thighs, groaning into her mouth as she rides me into a shaking orgasm.
Her forehead nudges mine and her teeth clamp down on my lip until the sting of pain turns into a surge of pleasure at my center. I’m about to tell her how much I loved that when the phone I should have left in the locker downstairs starts to buzz at my hip.
I tucked it into the waistband of my skirt at my sister’s insistence, but now I have regrets.
Especially when I see the name flashing on my screen.
In seconds, all the lust in my body is replaced by mounting annoyance.
Giving Gabby’s leg one last, longing caress, I shoot her an apologetic look and kiss the side of her mouth before lifting the phone.
She hides her disappointment well and climbs off me in the next breath.
“Go take care of that,” she murmurs. “I’ll be waiting when you get back.”
THIS COULD’VE BEEN AN EMAIL
Me: I can’t talk right now
Tahj: Answer the phone, Ms. Shaw
Me: I’m not on the clock. Leave me alone
Tahj: Since when do you not answer my calls?
Me: Since you told me I could leave for the day and there was nothing on your schedule for the weekend
Tahj: I could be dying
“Promise?” I mutter to myself with a roll of my eyes. Unfortunately, I value gainful employment more than snapping back at him.
Me: If you’re dying and you’re texting me, you have bigger problems, Mr. Carter
He doesn’t text me back. Instead, my phone lights up with his name.
“Such a drama king,” I groan under my breath. The call goes to voicemail again before I can get through a maze of people downstairs and outside to somewhere quiet.
It’s not the first time he’s called me after hours. Itisthe first time he’s called me when I had a beautiful woman in my lap while my tongue memorized the taste and feel of her.
Down the hall, a shrill scream pierces the air and I don’t even flinch. Something about my demanding boss blowing up my phone is a lot scarier than whatever they have going on.
Once I’m outside, I take an involuntary gulp of air not tinged by the scent of heady incense and pure carnal desire, filling my lungs and adjusting to the chilly bite in the air.
On cue, my nipples tighten to painful points as I stand staring at my phone screen. I’m about to release a long exhale just as another call rolls in.
My boss doesn’t let me part my lips before his steely voice fills the line. “What are you doing, Ms. Shaw?”
“What happened to hello?” I volley back, my brows pinching together as I take in the view from the back deck.
I’m staring right at the graveyard and a sliver of dread slithers through me, quickly chased by a rush of adrenaline that gives me whiplash.
“Answer the question,” Tahj commands, his voice in my ear a harsh jolt back to reality.
