His fingers hit the spot. My head flew back and hit his shoulder.
His hand at my jaw kept it there as he buried his face in my neck.
His fingers between my legs coaxed orgasm one out of me (nice).
While I was still experiencing that, his hand at my jaw moved to between my shoulders as I heard his zipper. He pressed in, I bent, my ass moving back and up, and he slammed inside me, hard, fast, rough, doing this until orgasm two rocked through me (very nice).
He barely finished driving into me through his orgasm before he pulled out and crouched low, dragging my workout capris the rest of the way down my legs in a way that I could not misinterpret.
I did as he wanted and stepped out of them.
Ren turned me and, hands at my waist, he lifted me and planted my bare ass on his counter, moving in so my legs were forced to part, his arms closed around me and we were tucked close.
“Just sayin’,” he started when he caught my eyes, and my happy place did a happy spasm at the heat still in his eyes, “you need a fuckuva lot more of these outfits.”
Told you I totally rocked my running duds.
“Copy that,” I whispered, scratching that on my already very full agenda for the day.
His eyes moved over my face and hair. “Your hair looks cute in that band, honey.”
Yep. Going to Lucy for more running gear was going to happen post-new office inspection and pre-meet with Darius and Brody to see what they had on the situation with Smithie.
Maybe I could get Darius and Brody to meet me at Lucy. It was an outside chance that Darius was such a badass, his skin might catch fire if he entered a woman’s clothing store without a woman he was fucking in attendance, but he loved me. Maybe he loved me enough to take that risk and help me multi-task.
We’d see.
It was then I noticed Ren’s hot eyes had gotten hotter just before his mouth moved to mine. “Been waitin’ a year to have that ass bared and sittin’ on my counter.”
Yowza!
A different kind of melty.
“Now I gotta go to work. Kiss me, Ally,” he finished.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, leaned in and kissed him.
Ren kissed me back, deep and wet. He broke the kiss, moved away and gave me a hot sexy grin as he let me go, but slid one finger over my bare hip, in and along at the inside juncture of hip and thigh then down my inner thigh.
Another happy place spasm.
I grinned at him.
He leaned in for a touch on the lips, turned and walked away.
I watched.
Still grinning.
*
As I walked down the hall toward Ren’s office, I did it smiling.
This was because I’d never been to his office and if the inside of the building was anything to go by, his space, as well as my space, was going to be the bomb.
Holding a carrier with two of Tex’s coffees in one hand and a bag of LaMar’s in the other, I turned left at the tall, wood door with the burnished silver plaque at the side that said Zano Holdings Ltd. and juggled the bag as I pushed the fancy handle down.
I was curious to see where Ren spent his days. But as I walked in, I didn’t look around his office.
I looked at the woman behind his reception desk.
Dawn was sitting there.
Dawn.
Dawn, Lee’s ex-receptionist.
Dawn, who I hated because she hated me (and everybody, except Lee and his boys; until they were picked off by the Rock Chicks that was).
Dawn, who got fired because she got caught on in-house surveillance badmouthing Jules while she was in the hospital after she got shot. Lee lost his mind, Luke lost his mind, and they dropped what they were doing in order not to delay in returning to the office and terminating her.
Dawn, who, until that moment, I was certain had crawled into the dark, damp, inhospitable holes beautiful but exceedingly bitchy women retreated to when they got their asses whupped (even figuratively).
Dawn, who was not hiding away in an inhospitable hole but instead sitting in Ren’s offices, glaring at me.
“What the hell?” I whispered.
“I heard you had a thing with Ren,” she snapped, totally still bitchy.
“What the hell?” I repeated, louder this time.
“I prayed it wasn’t true, but apparently God doesn’t listen to me,” she went on.
“What the hell!” I shouted.
“The only thing I can say is, I still have hope for Dom because everyone knows he has a wandering eye,” she kept at it.
“What the hell?” I screeched.
“Ally, Jesus, what’s the matter?” Ren asked, exiting a hall to my side.
For once, his powerful frame in trousers and a dress shirt did nothing for me.
“Dawn works for you,” I snapped, and it came out an accusation, as it should.
He didn’t glance at Dawn as he headed to me, but his face said a lot and all of what it said made me feel better.
Slightly.
In other words, he didn’t like her.
He got close to me, took the carrier of coffee then took my hand and spared Dawn a glance to order, “Hold my calls.”
“Of course, Ren,” she said, sweet as sugar on an eyes-hooded smile that said—right in front of me—she’d hold anything he asked.