Simply Sex (9 page)

“Olive-green.”

“Hmm.” Olive-green. He could see it now and he put his hand on himself to shift his erection where he could get at it. “Is there cleavage?”

“Sorry. High collar.”

“Mmm. I’m picturing cleavage.” That mint-stained blouse with the inky collar. Yeah. And her chest heaving with uneven breaths…

“Good point. We should use our imaginations. Okay… my skirt has a slit up the side…that goes clear…up… to my…ass.” Her slow-as-syrup words were as arousing as the picture she was painting in his head.

“Mmm. Panty hose? Say no.”

“No panty hose. No panties, either.” The idea seemed to arouse her and her breath went harsh. He tightened his grip on himself, pretending it was her hand on him.

“Just you,” he breathed. “Where you’re so soft?”

“Mmm. Yesss.”

“Are you touching yourself, Kylie?” He was rocking into his palm, wishing to hell he dared to unzip.

“And pretending it’s you, yeah. Your finger. In me.”

He pictured her squirming in her chair like she’d wiggled on his shaft the other night and in so many daydreams. At this rate, he wouldn’t last thirty seconds. “It’s me, all right,” he said, concentrating on her, “and I’m shoving your skirt out of the way to see how wet you are….”

“I’m very wet…because of you.”

“I want to taste you now.” He rubbed himself faster, prickling with lust, gripping the phone with his other hand. “I’m on my knees now, holding your thighs apart….”

“Holding me open? Oh, yes. I love that.”

“Now I’m licking you.” His vision dimmed. He wanted to be doing exactly that.

She gasped. “Oh, your tongue is right there. I’m wiggling so much…it’s too much…you won’t stop…I can’t stop…it’s too strong…I’m…coming…help me….”

And then there were frantic breaths and a cry and he only hoped no one was anywhere near her desk, because the sounds were unmistakable. He surged against his zipper, but managed to hold back somehow, wanting to hear what she would say.

“That was good,” she breathed, sounding barely collected. “Did you…?”

“Not yet.”

“This is no time to be a gentleman, Cole. Ladies don’t have to be first.” She laughed softly. “Okay, I’m walking over to you now…I’m behind your desk…”

Yes, he could picture her. He tightened his grip.

“I’m shoving your chair back so I can get at you…I’m on my knees…putting you in my mouth….”

“Oh, yeah.” He loved the picture of her bending to him, her pretty lips round, opening, sliding onto him, wet and warm.

“You taste salty and warm and…so good. Mmm.”

Laughter and talk rose in the hall outside his office.

“Stop,” he ground out. “There are people…” Damn.

“I can wait a bit.”

“It’s too busy now.” Trevor or Tuttleman could pop in midstroke.

“I guess associates on a partner track can’t go around with wet splotches on their slacks,” she said sadly. “But I can’t leave you like that…all swollen…and hard…and sore.” She dragged out the words like Nurse Feel Good asking where it hurt. “It’s cruel…almost dangerous…you could hurt yourself.”

“Good point. I sure as hell can’t walk now.”

“Whose place can we get to faster?” She spoke in such a practical tone, he was caught off guard.

“I’m forty minutes from mine, thirty from yours.” Blood pounded in his head—and everywhere else.

“My place it is.”

“Are you sure?” What was he saying? He had a ton of work.

“If you take the Fifty-One, you can make it in twenty-five.”

“Twenty if I speed. I’m there.”

He shoved a bunch of work into his briefcase and disappeared down the back stairs so no one saw him leave before five. He refused to have second thoughts. They’d be fast and he’d be home in time for Radar’s potty break, clearheaded, relaxed and full of energy. This was smart, forward-thinking…

Insane. He was doing it anyway.

But you have to have him.

She did. She was wound tight and ticking, coiled to spring, loaded to explode, but only on contact with Cole. She had to do something about that, didn’t she?

Didn’t they say you should manage energy, not time, and if you restored your energy, you got more work out of each moment? Right? Right?
Oh, shut up.
No way was she sending Cole away, no matter what the time management gurus said.

She caught sight of herself in the mirror. Her flushed face, glazed eyes and toothpaste-foamed mouth made her look completely mad. She
was
mad.

But when the doorbell rang a second later, her entire body sang with joy. She rinsed, slammed her toothbrush into its holder and raced to let him in.

There he stood in her home, button-down shirt open at the collar, tie hanging, hair mussed, panting as though he’d run all the way. His eyes looked so desperate for her that her knees turned to water.

She noticed a briefcase dangling from one hand. “You brought work?”

“In case we take a break.” He threw it down and yanked her into his arms in a way that told her it would be a long while before they breathed, let alone took a break. His tongue went deep, digging in, demanding she give herself to him. At the same time, he tugged at her blazer.

The button flew off, clicking onto the entry tile somewhere. “Sorry,” he said into her mouth.

“It was loose.”

He braced her against the door, seized her breasts through her blouse, as if he had to have her now. She was dizzy with desire, alive with the thrill of his urgency.

He shoved his hand under her skirt and found her naked. “Yes.” He trembled at the discovery. “I could hardly see to drive thinking of you like this, waiting for me to—” He ran his thumb down the swollen length of her.

She gasped and sagged against the door.

He attacked her mouth again, still stroking her.

She begged in desperate murmurs for more.

He slid two fingers inside, digging in to snag her G spot.

“Oh…oh…ohohoh.” She pushed back against the door, her legs too rubbery to hold her up. She felt like she was on one of those carnival rides that slapped you against the wall and spun you and spun you and spun you. “That feels…so…good…so…oh, oh…”

She hooked a leg across his backside to open herself more fully to his fingers. “What about you?” she moaned, wanting to make him feel good, too, but not coordinated enough to do more than stay upright and experience this.

“Later. I want you to come for me.” He did something magical with his thumb while his fingers squeezed that glorious ridge behind her pubic bone.

Prickles shot across her skin, pushed by waves of heat and desire until she thought she might pass out.

Cole braced her more firmly against the door, reaching under her skirt with his other hand to cup her bottom, which increased the pull on her sex.

In seconds, she was shot through with the thrill of climax—a slow bullet of ecstasy, passing through her steadily, endlessly, taking its time, while Cole held her in hot hands, giving her a pure pleasure that would…not… stop.

She fell against him, completely overcome, seeing double, then not seeing at all. He’d made love to her barely inside her door, his briefcase at their feet, but it had been as incredible as all night between satin sheets.

She felt his unspent lust like a gathering storm between them. He moved fast, unzipping himself, shoving his pants to the floor, lifting her and adjusting his position to enter her, sliding immediately deep. His groan was rich with relief.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, which tore the side seams of her skirt. Another suit damaged, but she didn’t care. Cole wanted her so much he was taking her against the door, his pants around his ankles, completely out of control. She gloried in the wild recklessness of the moment.

Cole pulled out and thrust again hard, bracing her with his hands, pumping in, holding her in place, making her feel every inch of him.

She didn’t expect another climax, but it loomed, spurred by the hunger in Cole’s face, the power in his stroke, the way he held her safely all the while.

Moans and cries and gasps filled the air, she couldn’t tell their voices apart. They blended in a lusty symphony.

Then Cole sped up, pumping so rapidly, she couldn’t believe it didn’t hurt. But it seemed like they were one body, perfectly connected, perfectly in tune. As if the curve of his crown, the swell of his shaft had been made to fit her exactly. They moved in perfect synch, a smooth rush to the peak and then over together.

She felt each spasm of his release as a gift.
Here and here. From me to you.
She clutched him with her internal muscles and gave of herself.
For you, Cole. For you.

And then his mouth landed on hers and they kissed for soft, lush seconds. Still holding her, Cole kicked off his pants, shoved off his shoes and managed to carry her to her bedroom, where they crashed onto her bed together—her on her back, Cole looking down at her.

She’d just had two orgasms with most of her clothes on. She placed her palms against Cole’s chest. His heart thudded behind the thick, starched fabric of his shirt.

“We’re still dressed,” Cole said, a twinkle of amusement in his dark eyes. “I can’t believe you went to work without underwear.”

“I didn’t. I whipped them off before you got here.”

“Good girl,” he said, kissing her again. “And you took time to brush your teeth.” He licked the corner of her mouth, then seemed to sample the taste. “Hmm? Thompson’s Ultimate Fluoride?”

“How can you tell?”

“It’s what I use. Mouthwash, fluoride and whitening all in one little dab.”

“So efficient.”

“Exactly.” That little flicker of connection made her feel ridiculously happy.

Cole smiled, feeling it, too, no doubt. He sat up and unbuttoned his shirt, then tossed it to a chair, his muscles fanning out beautifully as he moved. God, he was hot. So what if she should be working? This was such a thrill, an incredible experience she was lucky to enjoy.

She removed her own clothes and tossed them to the floor—who cared about wrinkles and dry cleaning…so not like her—then spread her limbs in a snow angel in the sheets. When was the last time she’d felt so loose and easy? Summers in high school, maybe, when she’d wake with nothing to do but read, swim and listen to her favorite music. Those were the days, when her time was her own. When had she gotten so busy and why?

“You look comfortable,” Cole said, watching her, his gaze possessive.
Mine, all mine.

“Oh, I am. I don’t want to move.”

“All the endorphins, huh?” He lowered his mouth to kiss her breasts, each in turn, lifting his head to look at her in between.

“Oh, yeah.”

“So you feel more productive?” he teased, running his tongue over her nipples, one at a time. “Better able to concentrate?”

She wiggled under him, pivoting her hips, wanting him again. “Mmm. Soooo productive.” They should get up now and work. He had his briefcase, after all. But she was getting aroused all over again and it felt too good. Who knew when she’d have an opportunity like this again?

“Hungry?” he breathed against her breast.

“Oh, yeah. Hunnnngry.” She dragged out the word, wrapping her legs around his back, sliding her sex against him for some delicious friction.

He chuckled. “I mean for food.” He kept up his nipple action, sucking this time, while rubbing her sex with a slow finger.

“We can…get…delivery,” she managed to say. “Menus… in…kitchen.” She closed her eyes and soaked in the glory of his fingers and tongue working her over, making her knot up and go limp at the same time.

“I’ll go,” he breathed against her chest, then ceased his lovely torture. “You don’t move.”

“I can’t,” she moaned. “I’m a noodle.”

“Don’t tempt me, I’m already starving.” He kissed her mouth and pushed off the bed, returning seconds later with a take-out menu, his wallet and something small between thumb and forefinger. “Jacket button,” he said, placing it on the bureau. “So it doesn’t get lost.”

“You are the most thoughtful man.”

“I thought maybe Mexican?” He held out the menu he’d selected—the best deep-fat-fried-everything place in town.

“My favorite place.”

“I love Mexican food, but I don’t know this restaurant.”

“It’s the best. But there’s nothing healthy on the menu.”

“Ah, but this is a special occasion. Plus, look at all the exercise we’re getting.” He fished a credit card out of his wallet and handed it to her, then reached across her body for the phone from the nightstand. “You call. I’ll pay.” He kissed her neck, shifting his body over her until his erection rested snugly between her legs. “Order whatever comes to mind,” he murmured, kissing along her collarbone.

She clicked in the number. The take-out clerk had just asked, “What would you like?” when Cole began to trail kisses down her body. He was going down on her.

Oh, that. I want that.
“Two orders of…fl-au-au-tas.” Tightly wound corn tortillas with guacamole garnish seemed appropriately suggestive. “Huh?” she asked, her hearing foggy. Cole’s fingers were ticking her skin while he kissed her stomach. “Beans? Yes…rice…sure…uhhuh… Oh, yes on the
hot
sauce.”

He kissed her thighs, then blew softly between them and she ordered chile
relleno
—a pepper stuffed with hot liquid…which perfectly described her body below the waist.

Then his fingers spread her and his tongue found her, tasting her as if she were a delicious hors d’oeuvres. Feeling frantic, she ordered more hot and juicy items, her vision going gray. He dabbed her again and again, until she felt as though she would dissolve like
pan dulce
in milk.

Somehow she managed to read off Cole’s credit card number, then tossed the phone away. “I sounded like I was slipping into a coma,” she said to him. “The paramedics could be here before the food. Oh, oh, oh.”

“I’ll save you,” he breathed, increasing the stroke of his incredibly skilled tongue, settling in between her thighs.

She locked her knees against his temples and rode him, faster and faster, her skin prickling with heat, her clit tightening with the pending release.

Then it hit, hard and strong, a glorious surge of pleasure. Just as the feeling faded, Cole inserted a finger into her and pulled down while pressing the tip of his tongue on her spot. To her amazement, she climaxed again, quick and intense. She would have flown off the bed, except Cole held her firmly until the sweet, quivery end of it.

“How did you…?” she gasped out. “Where did you…? You should write a book.”

He chuckled as he kissed his way up her body, drying his face against her as he went in a way that felt luxurious and juicy and so sexy. He reached her mouth and kissed her, giving her a little of her own light musk. “Glad you enjoyed it.”

“Enjoyed it? I was paralyzed. You should get a patent, teach workshops, start a movement, something.”

“I’ve done some reading.”

“No! You
studied?
”

“If you want to be good at something, study the experts.” He winked at her.

“Give me your reading list or I’ll never keep up.”

He chuckled. “It’s not the book, Kylie. It’s you. It’s being with you.” He looked thoughtful. “I’m not usually so… on.”

“Me, either.” It was as if they could read each other’s minds and bodies. “I feel lucky,” she said, running her fingers through his hair. And a little puzzled. “Maybe it’s because we’re each headed somewhere—you’re looking to get married and I’m making a big career switch—and we’re nervous about it.”

“Meaning…?”

“Meaning there’s tension. And that intensifies pleasure.” And made it hard to let go. She wanted to burrow into his body for hours, maybe days.

“Possible,” he said, sounding not so sure. “You’re saying we’re the right people meeting at the right time.”

“Exactly. And speaking of time…we’ve got ten minutes until the food gets here. I do my best work on deadline.” She slid down his body, holding his gaze.

“Let ’em leave it at the door,” Cole said, his voice rough with desire, the anticipation in his hot-coffee eyes making her want to give him the best head ever.