Page 54 of An Inconvenient Plan
He narrowed his eyes. “Mind telling me why you spent the entire week with him?”
“He wanted a tour of Clover Park.”
“For a week?”
“He was staying nearby.” She went on the offensive. “You know, this jealousy thing is getting old. It’s not like you and I—”
“What? We’re not together? Because it sure felt like that when you were screaming my name like a fucking halleluiah.”
She flushed hot. “I wasn’t screaming. Don’t talk about that.”
His lip curled. “So you like to be dirty, but you don’t want to talk about it. Spoken like such a prissy princess.”
She leapt to her feet. “Don’t call me that ever again!”
He slowly stood to his full six feet, glowering down at her. “If she acts like a princess and she spends all her time with a prince…”
“You never called!” she cried. “All I get is sarcastic texts. And, by the way, I counted that money and you paid me extra like some kind of fuck bonus!”
“That was interest! You’re welcome.”
She seethed. Once again he acted like he was in the right and she was wrong, wrong, wrong.
He walked around the desk to stand in front of her, took her hand, and placed it on his chest right over his heart. “And those texts were from the heart.”
“Sup!” she spat. “You’re nothing like my romantic dream of a boyfriend.”
“You’re nothing like my wet dream of a girlfriend.”
She huffed.Great, just great.Why had she ever gotten involved with him? She should’ve known they were a disaster waiting to happen.
His fingers slid under her hair, and her heart beat a frantic beat, knowing his move now, this was his prelude to a kiss. Her hands went to his chest, about to push him away, when he said, “You’re better than any girlfriend I could dream up.”
She stared at him, speechless, once again floored by the unexpected sweetness that popped out of his mouth. And then his hand curled around the back of her neck, drawing her in for a rough, demanding, all-consuming kiss. Her arms wrapped around his neck, a hot rush of desire carrying her away.
He shifted, lowering her to the desk, hiking her dress up around her waist, settling between her legs, on top of her. Oh God. They were animals. She wanted him more than her next breath. She wrapped her legs around him, her hands on his ass, pulling him closer. He rocked against her, giving her friction, but it wasn’t enough.
She tore her mouth away. “Josh,” she half-begged.
He shifted to her neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin along the side, his hands reaching back to shift her legs off him to rest on the desk. She thought he was about to step away, but then his fingers slid her thong to the side and delved inside her. She gasped at the sudden intrusion, her hips arching up. He pushed her back down with his free hand while his fingers thrust in and out. The heel of his hand ground against her and she saw stars. Pleasure built and built and built. Fever hot. Intense.
She writhed under him mindlessly, soft moans escaping. He increased the rhythm, more pressure—too much—and everything in her coiled tight. His mouth covered hers, swallowing her sharp cry, and then she broke, her release ripping through her, on and on and on.Fu-u-uck yes.
He lifted his head, still holding her firmly between the legs, his heated gaze intent on hers. She panted, beyond words, staring back at him, half in shock. One minute they were fighting, the next…
A sharp knock on the door made Josh jerk away, pulling her dress down and her up so fast she got light-headed. She sat on his desk and tried to breathe normally.
He went to the door and opened it a crack. “Yeah?”
“That special delivery came in. You asked me to tell you about it.”
“Thanks. Be out in a few minutes.” He shut the door and turned to her with a regretful expression, his lips pressed together. Well, he wasn’t the only one with regrets. She couldn’t believe she’d let him do that to her in his office. They were in the back of a busy kitchen in a busy restaurant.
She stood on quivering legs and smoothed out her dress, still not sure where she stood with him. All she knew was the sex was out of control. “We shouldn’t have done that.”
He banded an arm around her waist, pulling her close, and cradled her jaw with one hand, gazing into her eyes. “Probably not. But if Pete hadn’t knocked on the door, I would’ve bent you over the desk.” His teeth sank softly into her lower lip, and her stomach dipped. “And you would’ve chanted my name, begging for more.”
She throbbed at the words as his erection pressed into her belly, making her ache for what he promised.Focus!“Josh, I came here—”
