They were wrong about men and multitasking. You just had to be driven, focused. He was.
But she’d said it wasn’t as easy to come if she wasn’t on top. He palmed one of her big breasts, teasing her nipple with a light pinch. The way her sex squeezed him in response almost broke him in two. Quickly, he reached down her body, searching out her clit. He tucked a finger beneath the edge of her panties, feeling where they were joined. Her hips kicked up at the first touch of his finger. The little bead was slick, hard and ready.
Her mouth broke away from his and she gasped.
“That’s it,” he groaned.
Vi craned her neck, reaching for his mouth again. They really were such a mess. A juicy, hot mess spread out all over the couch. He met her blindly, feeding her hard kisses as his finger clumsily circled her clit. As his cock surged into her. Fingernails dug into his sides. His other hand had fisted in her dark hair, a fucking chopstick sliding between his fingers.
She started coming with a cry, knees and hands gripping him, her * clamped down on his cock. He saw stars, streaks of light, and the roaring in his ears…it was deafening.
He came and came, making them even wetter and hotter and messier than ever.
Skin-to-skin he lay atop her, unmoving, panting. His cock jerked one last time inside her, reluctant to give up the fight. She stroked his back, cupped his ass. He just wanted to hide his face in her neck, to stay perfectly still right there crushing her. But fuck she felt good.
Which was when the door was thrown open.
There was nothing he could do.
“Oh for fuck’s sake!” his brother John hollered.
The noise reverberated around the confined space, bouncing off brick walls and the concrete floor. Alex could hear it all perfectly because at some stage the music above had been silenced. Vi stopped breathing beneath him.
“You have a bed upstairs,” said John. “What the hell are you doing fucking in here? Is that a staff member beneath you?”
“Leave,” he said.
“Because I’m pretty damn sure we have rules about that.”
“John! Get out.”
“With pleasure,” his brother said. “You think I want to see your white ass in all its glory? I only came to get a chair because there’s none left in the office. Shall I lock the door again on my way out?”
“No. Please. Duncan locked us in.”
His brother snorted. “Yeah, I can tell you’re really upset about that.”
“John.”
“I’m leaving.”
He heard stomping then John slamming the door closed but not locking it. And he was pretty damn sure Vi hadn’t breathed through any of it.
“It’s okay,” he said.
Her beautiful bare breasts moved beneath him in a sudden rush and her hands, her lovely hands. They pushed at his chest, telling him without words to get the hell off. She was back to staring at the wall. Avoiding him with everything she had in her. Which still included him.
“Vi, really, it’s okay.”
She said nothing but those hands kept pushing. Slowly, carefully, he climbed off her, pulling his half-hard cock from the heat of her body. Her shaking hands clutched her dress back together, covering herself.
Ah no, not again.
“Vi, please don’t freak out on me.” He pulled up his pants and tucked himself inside. “Yes, I’m your boss. And yes, it was unfortunate that that just happened—”
Her laser-beam eyes pinned him in place, then proceeded to burn straight through him.
“Not the sex,” he clarified. “John walking in on us. I do not regret the sex for a minute. Unlike you.”
“Don’t tell me what I feel,” she bit out.
“Shit.” Alex scrubbed his hands over his face. “Honestly, is there anything I can say to make this right?”
The woman turned her back on him and started fixing her clothing with jerky moves. Her fancy hairdo had half fallen down her back. One of the chopsticks clattered to the floor and he picked it up with a sigh, held it out to her.
“I have to work with him,” she said. “What must he think of me?”
“Sweetheart, John doesn’t think of anyone but himself. I guarantee it. He won’t even remember this happened tomorrow.”
She grabbed the chopstick from him, her shoulders slumped. She seemed to have wilted before his eyes. “Why does this keep happening between us? Every time I convince myself I can stay away from you and every time I screw it up.”
“Because there is something between us. You need to give it a chance.”
“What I need is to keep my job.”
Frustration filled him from top to toe. “Damn it! Will you listen to me? This doesn’t affect your job!”
“How can it not?” she cried. “Say we see each other for a while. Do you really think when things go sour it’s not going to make us working together beyond awkward?”
“Wait up. When things go sour?”
“Yes.”
Ah fuck. Give him strength. “So, you’ve already decided this is going nowhere before it’s even begun?”
She said nothing.
His mind reeled. “Hang on. Is this about my divorce and your rebound theory again?”
“I don’t have a great history either, okay?”
He scrunched up his face, trying to put all the pieces together in his mind. Fact is, maybe she was right. He couldn’t guarantee she wasn’t, with things the way they were. His divorce had been nasty. Maybe she had a point. Or maybe he was too fucking tired to deal with this right now. Either way, he couldn’t convince her if she’d already closed her mind to the idea.
“I need to get home,” she said.
“Are you all right to drive?”
“The cut isn’t hurting and I only had a couple of sips of the gin. I’m fine.”
“Are you sure?”
She nodded, stepped around him and left. He didn’t try to stop her.
Chapter Four