Zandra hesitated. “She said she had a wonderful time with you.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” Another pregnant pause. “She thought you were very handsome and charming, and she said she wouldn’t mind going out with you again if you’re ever interested.”
Remy smiled. “Good to know,” he murmured, loosening Zandra’s ponytail and sifting his fingers through her soft, thick hair.
She purred in her throat, arching against him like a contented feline. Lust heated his blood.
“So are you?” she whispered.
Remy buried his face in her fragrant hair, closing his eyes. “Am I what?”
“Are you interested in seeing her again?”
“Who?”
“Remy,” Zandra warned.
He chuckled softly. “I had a great time with Noelani. She’s a beautiful woman, like you promised.”
“So is that a yes?”
Some perverse impulse made him respond, “I wouldn’t mind going out with her again.”
“I see.” There was an edge to Zandra’s voice. “Are you going to set up another date with her then?”
He swept her hair over one shoulder. “Maybe.”
“That’s not an answer.”
He pressed an openmouthed kiss to her nape, making her shiver. “Why are you so concerned?” he murmured, sliding her shirt aside as he nibbled his way across her bare shoulder. “Aren’t you dating what’s-his-name?”
“Don’t change the subject.”
“Answer my question.”
She let out a deep, shuddering breath. “I’m not dating Colin. I told him we should just be friends.”
If she’d been facing Remy, she would have seen the slow, satisfied smile that curved his mouth.
“Just friends, huh?”
“Yes. Are you satisfied?”
“Very. Speaking of satisfaction...”
Zandra gave him a sultry look over her shoulder, her hips provocatively undulating against his crotch. His dick hardened even more, straining against the seam of his pants.
“Oh, my...” Zandra purred wickedly.
He leaned forward and kissed her, running his tongue over the plump bottom lip that had been tormenting him. She let out a soft moan, sending another jolt of lust to his groin.
He opened her mouth with his tongue and slid inside. She tasted so damn good. Sweeter than the sweetest honey.
“Should we be doing this right now?” she murmured.
“Doesn’t matter. We’re going to.”
She didn’t protest as he hiked her denim skirt up around her waist and reached between her thighs. She gasped at the brush of his fingertips as he pushed aside the damp strip of her thong. He eased his middle finger inside her creamy wetness, and almost lost his mind.
She was soaked. So soaked he had to have her. Not later. Now.
He fumbled down his zipper, gripped his throbbing cock and slid inside her, groaning as her soft flesh expanded around him.
She moaned, her head falling back as she slowly spread her thighs, taking him deeper.
He shuddered. The hot clasp of her *, coupled with the lush roundness of her ass, was almost too much for him.
Bracing her hands on the arms of the chair, Zandra began riding his dick with long, deep strokes that made his toes curl inside his boots. Reaching beneath her shirt, he slid his hands up her stomach and cupped her luscious breasts. She shivered as he rubbed her hard nipples through her satin bra.
“Remy... Oh...”
There was a sudden knock on the door.
Shit!
Before he could tell the intruder to come back later, Zandra shocked him by calling out shakily, “Come in!”
He’d barely snatched his hands from her tits before the door opened, and Mona poked her head inside the room.
“Sorry to interrupt—”
“Oh, you’re not interrupting,” Zandra said sweetly.
Mona paused, one brow lifting at the sight of Zandra seated on Remy’s lap. He knew that the humongous desk concealed what they were doing—as long as Mona didn’t come any closer.
She cleared her throat. “I’m taking lunch orders, so I just wanted to see what you two wanted.”
Zandra smiled. “Oh, that’s very thoughtful of you, Mona, but I’m not staying for lunch.”