How long had it been? Too long, and his instincts took over, taking control of the kiss.
He turned her so she was pressed up against the door, his hardening erection nudging against her softness. She went still, raised her head. Her eyes widened, and her mouth fell open, and he lowered his and thrust his tongue inside. She tasted sharp and spicy, with a hint of honeyed sweetness. She was still for a second, and then she was kissing him back, her tongue pushing against his, her hands fisting in the hair at his nape.
Not why I’m here.
A little voice nagged at his brain saying something was wrong with this scenario. But then she pressed even closer so her firm—and amazingly full—breasts flattened against him, and his dick got even harder, draining the last of the blood from his brain and shutting down the annoying nagging.
Unfortunately, it didn’t cut out the noise from behind him. He wanted to ignore it. His body liked where it was and what it was doing, and he didn’t want to stop. Then someone cleared their throat for a second time, and he went still. He removed his tongue from where it had no right to be—but hell, she’d accosted him—and leaned away a little so he could look down into her face.
Encountering her dazed expression, he gave her a little jiggle. She shook her head. Her eyes were huge, wide open, and they darted from his face to beyond his left shoulder and filled with alarm. Her attention came back to him, and a look of desperation, then pleading, filled her face.
“Josh.” Her voice was low, breathy, and his dick twitched. “I’d like to introduce you to my grandmother.”
Grandmother?
He swallowed.
What the fuck?
His turn to shake his head. The morning had taken on a surreal quality. But at least his dick was wilting in his pants.
What the hell was I thinking?
He still had her pinned against the door, her legs wrapped around his waist, her hands at his shoulders. He tried to pull away, but her fingers tightened, and he had to tug them free before placing her on the floor. She gazed up at him pleadingly.
“Please.” She mouthed the word, presumably so her “grandmother” wouldn’t hear.
Obviously she wanted something from him. But what? He’d play along for now, if only as a thank-you for the hottest kiss he could ever remember. He gave a brief nod, and she sagged, then stiffened her spine and stood up straight.
When she’d hurled herself toward him, she’d appeared…bigger. She was actually more than a foot shorter than him in her bare feet. Bare feet? He shook his head again.
She had to tilt her head to look up at him. “Josh,” she said, her voice husky as though she’d just had the breath kissed out of her. “You’re back. I thought you’d be away much longer.”
“I…” He was used to thinking on his feet, but his brain felt like mush. “…missed you too much?”
She gave him a grateful smile. “Aw, you’re so sweet.” She went up on tiptoe and kissed him quickly on the lips. “Well, come meet my grandmother. She’s flown in from New York and was saying how she hoped to meet you this time.”
He supposed he had to turn around sometime. This was so fucking awkward. He gave a quick glance down his body. At least his erection had subsided sufficiently to not be a total embarrassment. He turned slowly.
A woman stood on the other side of the office—every well-groomed inch of her screaming “rich and elitist.” He disliked her on sight. She was returning his perusal with a similar lack of enthusiasm.
He gave what he hoped was a charming smile, though charm had never been one of his strong points. “Sorry about the kiss, ma’am, but it’s been awhile.”
She pursed her lips. “All of one day, I understand.”
Shit. “It felt like much longer.”
She looked down the length of his body, one eyebrow rising slightly. Did she hesitate at his crotch, or was he just feeling sensitive? He’d dressed casually for the meeting, mainly because he usually dressed casual and could see no reason to change the habits of a lifetime. But his faded jeans and black T-shirt clearly weren’t impressing her.
She sniffed. “Well, Alexia, it’s clear why you married him.”
Why didn’t he think she meant that as a compliment?
“Thanks,” his “wife” said from beside him. “Now, I’m sure Josh just popped in to say hi, and he has important things to do.” She rested a small hand on his arm and gave a tiny tug. She was trying to throw him out. But he had things to say, and he wasn’t leaving until he’d said them.
He wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close, felt her small body stiffen at his side. “I can stay awhile, babe. There’s something I need to talk to you about.”
She winced at the endearment. “I have a meeting in a little while. We can talk tonight.”
“That’s okay, honey, what I have to say will only take a little while.”
She gritted her teeth and opened her mouth to speak, but she was beaten to it by her grandmother.
“Mr. Slater—”