“Finished so soon? Don’t you have any more calls you need to make? Emerie and I were just getting to know each other.”
“Maybe you should have spent the last fifteen minutes figuring out how your client is going to pay your bill when I leave her with nothing but her medical license.”
“Glad to see your call has improved your mood, Jagger.”
I grumbled something along the lines of stick it up your ass and went to sit back down.
“Drew?” Emerie said. “Before you get back to work, can I speak to you for a minute?”
I nodded and followed her into her office. She shut the door behind us. “Alan seems nice.”
“He’s a womanizer.” I actually had no idea if he was—it just came out.
Emerie smiled. “I can see why. He’s handsome, too.”
I glared at her. “You want to fuck Alan?”
“Would that make you angry?”
“Are you kidding me right now? Because I just hung up with my ex-wife, and I’m already in a piss-poor mood without you telling me you’re interested in the first guy who walked into the office after you got up out of my bed this morning.”
Emerie walked to her desk and leaned one hip against it. “Keep that feeling. We’ll put it to good use later.”
I was on her in two seconds flat. My fingers pressed into her hips as I sandwiched her between my body and her desk. “Cute. You want to angry fuck? I’m more than willing to accommodate right now.”
“Alan is waiting for you.”
“Alan can listen to you scream my name while I bury my cock inside you.”
The urge hit me like a brick wall, and suddenly my mouth was crushed to hers. I swallowed the sound of her gasp as one hand slid up from her hip and palmed her breast through her shirt. When her hands reached around and grabbed my ass, my other hand went to her neck so I could tilt her head to just the right angle and make her open wider for me. She smelled incredible, her skin pebbled beneath my fingers, and her hot mouth tasted so fucking good.
We were both panting when the kiss broke. Emerie looked a little stunned, and I felt a bit drugged.
“What’s your schedule this afternoon?”
She thought for a moment. “Last counseling is a video session from three to four. You?”
“Be in my office at 4:01.” Our kiss had smeared her lipstick. I used my thumb to wipe it from her face and then rubbed it into her bottom lip. “Put fresh lipstick on before you come. I want to fuck this mouth painted bright red.”
Emerie still seemed a little shell shocked as I straightened her clothes and then my own. Looking down, there wasn’t much I could do to hide the swell in my pants. Hopefully my opponent wouldn’t look in the vicinity of my dick when I returned. Then again…on second thought, hopefully he would.
Once we were both smoothed out, I gave Emerie a quick kiss.
“4:01,” I reminded her.
She swallowed and nodded. Just as my hand reached the door, Emerie finally spoke. “Drew?”
I turned back.
She pointed to the side of her mouth. “You have a little…lipstick. Right here.”
I grinned. “Good.”
Drew: American Airlines flight 302, lands at 5:05 Friday night. Return flight is at 6:15pm. Check the gate and meet me there.
Alexa: Do they have anything a little later? Traffic from the airport will be terrible when I drive home.
Like I give a flying fuck if she sits in traffic.
Drew: No.
I assumed I’d get some bitchy text back, but instead her name flashed on my screen with an incoming call.
Begrudgingly, I answered. “I’m not changing the flights.”
My office door was halfway open, and my attention quickly diverted to Emerie slipping inside and closing it behind her. I’d lost track of time, so my eyes flashed to the top right-hand corner of my computer. 4:01.
Alexa was busy rambling on about how she’d started checking the flight schedule for the following week for her return flight, and the rates were too high. But I couldn’t concentrate. Instead, I watched Emerie lock my office door and strut toward me. She had an impish gleam in her eye and began unbuttoning her shirt as she walked.
Reaching my chair, she put her hands on the top of the tall wingback and swiveled it to face her. I almost dropped the phone when she licked her lips and slowly lowered herself to her knees before me.
Jesus Christ.
Emerie got to work on unbuttoning my pants, and it wasn’t until I heard Alexa’s voice screeching through the phone that I remembered I was still on it.
“Are you there?” Alexa bitched.
“How much do you need?”
“Another thousand.” If she only knew; I would have given her a hundred thousand just to get her off the phone so I could get my dick into Emerie’s mouth in peace.
“Fine. I’ll bring it. Don’t call me again.” I pushed end, tossed my phone on the desk, and looked down at the beautiful sight before me. Emerie looked up from under long lashes, and I realized her lips were painted bright red.