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“Call me amazing when I get the job done,” Lori says, dismissing the compliment, and eyeing Maria to ask, “How many am I servicing?”
“Two hundred,” Cat says, answering for Maria. “What can I do?”
“Nothing,” Lori replies. “I’ll take over. I’ll handle this.”
The three women go back and forth a minute, or maybe two, before Maria proclaims, “Thank you, Lori,” and hugs her before she darts away.
Lori motions to the rest of us. “All of you go. You have better things to do than manage cupcakes.”
“You’re sure you don’t need me?” Cat asks.
“If I can’t handle cupcakes,” Lori replies, “then someone needs to fire me now.”
“These cupcakes might require a miracle,” Cat says, “but I do want to check out everything else inside. I’ll be back. Or you come find me. Whichever happens first.”
Lori nods, and Cat walks in the other direction. “Hold on, sweetheart,” Reese says, catching up to her, his arm settling around her shoulders, and for the first time in my life, I want to have what they have. I want to pull the woman next to me into my arms. I want to show the damn world she’s mine. I want to make her mine, and the craziest fucking part is that I feel no resistance to the idea.
“I can find you inside, too, Cole,” Lori offers. “I won’t be long.”
“You could find me inside,” I say, turning to face her and reaching for my wallet. “But you need to pay, remember?” I remove my credit card, replace my wallet, and hand her the card.
“Right,” she says, reaching for it.
“Not to mention,” I add, holding the card that she’s now holding, as I add, “You’re with me tonight, remember? Now and later.”
“Quite well,” she assures me, heat whipping and cracking between us that she reacts to the minute I release the card.
She takes a hard step backward, wetting her lips while I indulge in a fantasy that involves her mouth on my cock, or pretty much anywhere on my body. She taps a number on her phone and immediately begins a short conversation that is over without a cupcake order being completed.
“I was right,” she confirms, disconnecting the line. “The shop staff is baking for tomorrow morning. The owner will call me back in a few minutes. I feel good about this working out, but I should try to make calls for backup, just in case.”
The elevator dings and I step to her, catching her elbow. “Come with me,” I say, leading her in the opposite direction from the party.
“Where are we going?” she asks earnestly.
“Away from whoever is about to step off that car and force us to be cordial before it’s necessary,” I inform her, turning us down a hallway. “And to an office where you can make calls in private.”
“Shouldn’t we update Maria?”
“Maria’s changing clothes,” I say. “And we don’t have an update.” I cut us down yet another hallway.
“I know,” she says, “but—”
I stop walking, turn her to face me, my hand sliding under her hair, my mouth slanting over her mouth. Her hand presses to my chest, her body stiff until the moment my tongue licks against hers. A soft, sexy sound escapes her lips and her elbow softens, but the air conditioning kicks in and she jumps.
She gasps and pulls back. “We have to stop,” she pants out, her hand firming on my chest again, elbow stiff. “Someone is going to see us.”
By the time she’s finished that statement, I’ve backed her to a door, opened it, and I’m walking us inside. “Now they can’t see us,” I say, shutting us inside and flipping the lock.
“Cat will look for us.”
“I just want a little taste, sweetheart,” I say, my hand sliding under her hair, one of my elevator fantasies presently on my mind, “and then I promise to share you for a few hours,” I add, my mouth slanting over hers again, and this time her resistance lasts a split second. She outright moans with the touch of my tongue, and that’s all I need to deepen the kiss, the taste of her deliciously sweet and addictive, exactly what I’m after. I back her up against the desk and drag her dress up her hips. She grabs my hands. “Cole,” she breaths out. “We can’t do this.”
I lift her and set her on the desk. “But I can do this,” I say, kissing her hard and fast, before I drop to my knees, spread her legs, and yank away her panties. She gasps—God I love the sounds this woman makes—and then my mouth is already there, on her sex, my tongue licking her up and down, the taste of her salty and sweet, and once again, addictive. I can’t get enough of this woman on my tongue, on my lips, or on my cock where I’ll finally have her when we’re alone. I drag her legs to my shoulders, forcing her to catch her hands on the desk, while I slip one, and then two fingers inside her. She moans, and pants, and my name murmurs from her lips. I want to hear my name on this woman’s lips over and over again, I lick her, stroke her; I torment her with pleasure just long enough to drive her wild, to drive her to the edge until she’s panting out, a raspy, “Cole, please.”
And since she said please, how can I deny her? I give her what she wants and needs. I dart my tongue across her clit, before I suckle her deep, pumping my fingers inside her until she’s arched against the touch, her sweet tight sex spasming around my fingers. Her entire body jerks and then begins to tremble with her breathless, “Cole,” that fades and her arms collapse.
Only then do I ease my fingers from her and slide her legs from my shoulders. I slip my arm around her waist, and lift her up and to me. She catches herself with a hand on my chest. “I can’t believe we just did that,” she says, her head low, a hint of vulnerability and sweetness to her that I find sexy as hell.
