Page 30 of Guarded By the Bigfoot
Brock sighed, shooting me a look. “See? You even stole my assistant.”
“She’s happier with me,” I said sweetly, earning a grin from Tali before she slipped back out the door.
“Traitor,” Brock muttered under his breath as she disappeared, but his lips twitched into a faint smile as he stepped closer, circling around the desk until he was standing right in front of my chair.
“Maybe you just need to learn to share,” I teased lightly, leaning my head back to look up at him.
He braced his hands on the arms of my chair, his eyes locking on mine. “Maybe I don’t mind sharing,” he said, his voice dropping to that low, familiar tone that always sent warmth pooling in my chest. “As long as it’s with you.”
I smiled, reaching up to brush my fingers against his jaw. “You know,” I said, “you’re getting really good at this romantic stuff.”
His lips curved as he leaned closer, his forehead brushing against mine. “Don’t tell anyone,” he murmured. “It’d ruin my reputation.”
I laughed, letting my fingers trail down his neck. “Your secret’s safe with me.”
His breath hitched as I traced the line of his collarbone through his shirt. Even after all this time, the simplest touches could make him react. His hands tightened on the arms of my chair.
“You’re distracting me,” he said, his voice rougher.
“Am I?” I slid my hand lower, feeling the heat of his body through the thin fabric. “I thought I was being diplomatic.”
He caught my wrist, his grip gentle but firm. “Parker,” he warned, but his eyes had darkened with that familiar hunger that made my heart race.
“What?” I asked innocently. “I’m just taking a break from all this paperwork. Like you suggested.”
“This isn’t what I meant.”
“No?” I twisted in my chair to face him better, letting my other hand rest on his hip. “Then what did you mean?”
He growled low in his throat, and suddenly his mouth was on mine, hot and demanding. I gasped against his lips, and he took advantage, deepening the kiss as he pulled me up from the chair.
“I meant,” he said between kisses, backing me up against the desk, “that you work too damn much.”
Papers scattered as he lifted me onto the desk’s edge. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer. “Says the guy who spent six hours yesterday reorganizing patrol schedules.”
“That was different.” His hands slid under my shirt, leaving trails of fire across my skin.
“How?” I asked, my breath catching as his fingers traced up my spine.
“Because—” He broke off as I nipped at his neck, his hands tightening on my waist. “Damn, Parker.”
The door creaked, and we both froze.
“What was that?” I dropped my forehead against Brock’s shoulder, laughing.
“The wind. We really need to start locking that door,” he muttered, but I could hear the amusement in his voice.
“Or maybe we should actually work in our office instead of getting distracted all the time.”
He pulled back enough to give me a look. “Where’s the fun in that?” He brushed his thumb across my bottom lip. “Now, what were you saying about taking a break?”
“I was saying,” I caught his hand, pressing a kiss to his palm, “that I have a meeting in a few minutes.”
“That still gives us time.”
“Not for that.”
His eyes gleamed. “Want to bet?”
A soft chime buzzed from the intercom, followed by Tali’s unmistakable giggle. “Parker—oh, uh, I mean Brock!” she said, barely holding back her laughter. “The wedding planner’s here!”
