Page 5 of Courting the Consequences

She cursed and broke away from the kiss, panting.

Johnny set her back down on her desk and leaned his forehead against hers, trying to cool down.

“Why would you say that?” she asked, her sky-blue eyes clouded with worry.

Johnny’s eyebrows pulled together, forehead wrinkling against hers.

“About forcing Kevin?” she elaborated.

Johnny smirked against her lips. “Just seeing where you stood with the guy. He’s been my best friend since we were kids.”

She frowned and pulled away from him. “So you kiss me after seeing me in his arms?”

Johnny moved toward her again. “Like I said, he’s been my best friend since we were kids. We’re practically brothers. Weshareeverything.”

He watched her frown. He could see her mind turning over his words, trying to work out what he meant. He kissed her again before she could open her mouth to ask him to clarify.

She gave as good as he took, and he took a lot. Passion and desire flowed between them, a lot of biting and sucking. She was unleashed and it was breathtaking. Johnny couldn’t get enough. She tasted like honey, sweet and tangy on his tongue. He bet she tasted even sweeter beneath that skirt.

She broke the kiss, panting. Her chest heaved against his. “I can’t,” she gasped.

“Why not?” he asked, feeling just a bit rejected.

“For the same reason I never touched Kevin before today. It wouldn’t be right.”

“Did you sign the contract?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes,” she murmured.

“Then let me go get Kevin and ask him to join us,” Johnny smirked and kissed her again.

She laughed lightly into the kiss before she pushed him away again. “I can’t. I’m sorry.”

“Alright, Princess,” he conceded and pulled back to give her space. “Just lose the ice-queen facade, OK?”

She laughed again. “Don’t piss me off again,” she shot back.

“Baby, if this is what happens every time I piss you off, you better believe I’ll be a thorn in your side from now on,” Johnny grinned and adjusted his cock in his jeans.

“So much for the nice guy act,” she shot at him.

“Baby, I might be a professional, but I’ve never been a nice guy,” he winked at her.

Kara eyed him and shook her head like she was trying to clear her thoughts. “I can’t.” She shook her head again. “I can’t,” she repeated.

“Alright,” Johnny shrugged like it was no skin off his back. “If the contract’s signed, I’ll be out of your hair.” He leaned in and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to her neck, sucking deeply.

She let out a low moan.

“You ever change your mind, you know where to find me.” Johnny grabbed the signed contract off her desk and turned away. He walked out without glancing back. If he had, if he’d seen how unraveled he’d made her, he might’ve never left.

Kevinwatchedherwalkby without noticing him standing outside a lower-level conference room in the lower atrium. It was a high traffic area as the main thoroughfare to the cafeteria. The sway of her hips had him stirring in his jeans. The black slacks she wore hugged the curve of her ass, accentuated by the six-inch heels she rocked on the daily.

Kevin would know; he watched her enough.Too much, his brain supplied.

Today she had on a navy blouse that emphasized her blessed curves. As always, a suit coat completed her look, toning down her tits to a more professional level. Kevin didn’t know how she walked around in that getup every day, but he wasn’t complaining…her tits were fucking fantastic.

Her blond hair was always coiled in an elegant updo, without a hair out of place. He had never seen it down in the three years he’d been there.

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