Page 16 of Personal Research

Maybe it wasn’t cool to read her personal work, but shehadsaved it on a network server. She’d had to know the risk she was running.

Besides, he deserved a little recompense for her leaving him hanging tonight.

He started reading where he’d left off, surprisingly eager to see what happened to Franz and Victoria. He leaned forward in his chair and forgot about the program running in the background or that he’d been stood up for his own sexual adventure, in a manner of speaking.

He lost himself in her words, in the verbal pictures she painted.

And tightened his fingers around the mouse when he discovered Elena’s characters had shifted their action to a desk in an abandoned storage room in the last scene she’d written.

Hot. So damn hot he couldn’t breathe as memories of her feather-soft skin and hungry mouth fought to steal his attention from the text on her screen.

Why the hell had she left? He would’ve been more than happy to re-enact more scenes for her book.

He had just started to read again when the lights flickered once more. His head whipped up and he scanned the empty room.

Bizarre.

As much as he wanted to go back to Elena’s writing, he couldn’t ignore the issues with the power any longer. His uncle trusted him, and he wouldn’t betray that trust, even if he could barely rise from Elena’s crappy desk chair because his dick was so stiff.

Too bad. His problem. He had a job to do?—

The lights blinked out, plunging the room into darkness.

Seven

Enzo cursedunder his breath and glanced at Elena’s PC, only to see it still humming along. The computers he’d turned on earlier were still operational, too, offering some light from the monitors. The small emergency lights over the doorways offered the only other illumination.

Strange. Or maybe not so much.

The smile started even before he caught the whiff of warm vanilla that reminded him instantly of Bella’s hair. She’d come back to him.

“You can’t fool me, Bella,” he said, stepping around her desk. He rapped his knee on the corner and cursed again. Only the promise of sizzling sex—or utter humiliation if his suspicion proved false—could dull the pain enough for him to grin as he walked through her doorway. “I know you’re out here.”

“Ruined my surprise.” Elena glided up beside him, smelling of vanilla-laced sin, and linked her arms around his waist. “Of course, I didn’t expect you to be in my office.” She reached down and stroked his very prominent erection as her mouth skimmed his pulse. “Been reading my files again?”

“What makes you think so?” He shifted to look down at her. The glow from a nearby computer haloed her auburn hair and her eyes looked huge in the near-dark, her mouth swollen and ripe.

In her grip, his shaft jerked. She laughed huskily. “This, for one.” She leaned up to nip his ear. “Awfully hard for someone just updating some programs.”

His breath caught and his heart stuttered. The more confident she became, the deeper he fell. “Maybe I found a file.”

She moved in front of him and edged up on her tiptoes to lick his throat, trailing her tongue over his Adam’s apple. Her lips brushed over his chin. Wet, hot, firm. He groaned as he imagined her doing the same to his cock.

“Maybe,” she whispered, already undoing the buttons on his shirt. “And did you maybe get to the part where Franz takes Victoria on the desk?”

“Just got there.” He slipped his hand under her fluffy sweater, groaning again at the sensation of her heated bare skin under his palm. So delicate. He felt around for the clasp of her bra, thumbed it open. By the time he brushed her breast, breathing evenly had become a futile wish. “You interrupted me.”

She teased the flat disk of his nipple. “Maybe I should apologize.”

“You know…” Her nails lightly scraped his stomach, which tightened into knots in anticipation. “Maybe you should.”

She knelt and bent her head to tug at the zipper of his jeans with her teeth. He laughed when she swore and fumbled it down the old-fashioned way. His body coiled with tension, with expectation. He’d never ached for a blow job so badly before, not even when he’d been a teenager and a lot more indiscriminate about who pulled down his jeans.

Slowly, tantalizingly, she kissed and licked her way down his belly to his waistband. He stiffened further as the warm stream of her breath washed over him through his cotton boxers.

He wanted her to hurry. He wanted this to never end.

As soon as the zipper gave, her hand cupped him inside his shorts, drawing his swollen cock free and into her mouth so fast he couldn’t even get a breath out first.

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