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Candy’s eyes glazed as the edges of her lips curled. “What if you don’t have to worry?”
Chapter 20
Odin
I had spent a few hours with Janie every night that week in my hotel suite. It was harder to let her go every time. Every time I saw her, I wanted to grab her and hold her, among other things. I didn’t care if anyone knew, but she was concerned with her status at work. And Donald was annoyingly attentive. Whenever I passed her office, he seemed to be there, and during the team meeting his eyes kept bouncing from her to me. Janie could be a poker player, though. From her interactions with me in mixed company, nobody would know what we did behind closed doors.
I, on the other hand, was a different story. The more time I was with her, the closer I felt to her. Janie owned the room in every meeting, and it was sexy as hell. But then giggling and cuddling with her made my chest warm and flutter.Flutter?I never thought I would flutter. But she made me. And I couldn’t help but stare at her at work. Her flowy brown hair cascaded around her face, but she occasionally would push it over one shoulder, leaving the soft column of her neck exposed. My mouth watered, wanting to taste it.
The clearing of someone’s throat pulled me from the daydream.
“Sir?” Jack asked.
“I’m not sure I wrapped my head around that, Jack. Can you rephrase it?” They won’t know I spaced out.
“Umm…I’m not sure how to rephrase ‘would you like to break for lunch.’ Maybe ‘is it lunchtime?’ But that sounds pushy, and I am in no rush, sir.”
Shit. “My apologies. Itmustbe lunchtime. I get out of sorts when my blood sugar is low. And please, call me Odin.”
Everyone rose from their seats and grabbed their notepads. Once Jack and Donald walked out of the conference room, I called out to Janie. “Excuse me, may I speak to you for a moment?”
She turned before she made it to the door but looked to Eddie instead of me. He raised his brows and tilted his head toward me. I looked back, and she folded her arms over the notepad she was carrying and lifted her chin. “Yes, sir. Here or…”
I looked over at the older gentleman. “Eddie, I’ll see you after lunch.”
Eddie smiled and grabbed his blazer then left the conference room.
She shut the door but put a finger up. “We arenotdoing this here.”
Blood rushed to my groin, but I shifted and only made it to half-mast. “Of course not. It’s the conference room. I was going to ask if you had lunch plans.”
“I’m not sure that’s a good idea. What if someone sees?”
I walked closer to her. “What if someone sees us having a meal together? I literally mean lunch, Janie. I just want to spend some time with you.” I wanted to grab her but couldn’t risk someone checking in on us.
“Oh.” She bit her bottom lip. “Well, we can’t sit on the same side of the table. And no PDA,” she said with a smirk.
“Shall we take separate cars as well?”
“I suppose one car is fine since we can be professional.”
I waited for her to get her coat then we headed to my rental car. I let it warm up for a couple of minutes before we took off, and the heat that filled the cabin intensified the sweet smell of her peach body spray.
My nostrils flared, and I fought the urge to unbuckle and ravage her there in the parking garage. Instead, I looked over and grinned as the thoughts of what I’d do to her later danced in my mind. “You pick the restaurant.”
Her chest rose and fell, and a little pink started to creep up her neck. She cleared her throat and said, “Um, how about something quick and cool? There’s a sushi bar not far from her.”
I left the garage, and she pointed me in the direction of the restaurant. I drove with one hand and had the other on her thigh. I inched up slowly, expecting her to wiggle away, but instead, she scooted closer. Glancing in her direction, her hooded eyes stared at me then she parted her thighs slightly.
Running my hand further up her thigh, she tugged at her skirt, parting her legs even more and giving me a small glimpse at silky, pink panties. “Do you want me to touch you, Janie?” I rasped.
She grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand closer to her core. “Yes,” she whispered, still staring intensely at me.
My eyes darted between the road and her junction, I hooked two fingers beneath the silky fabric and ran them through her slit. “Fuck, you are so wet.”
She pulled my hand closer again, so I pressed my fingers inside of her, and she gasped. I drove slowly, thankful for the height of the vehicle and the dark windows. I only glanced at her occasionally as I worked my fingers, but the mewls she was making were driving me wild.
Pressing my fingers deeper, I also cupped her with the heel of my palm to massage her clit at the same time with pressure. Her hips rocked against my hand, then she grabbed it, pressing harder as she bucked.
