Page 27 of Nauti Intentions (Nauti 4)

She tensed as Alex stood up and moved over to her.

“Don’t harass me,” she warned him with a sigh as she stared at the paperwork. “I have too much . . . ”

Her lashes feathered closed as his hands came down on her shoulders and his fingers began kneading.

Oh, yes. She almost melted. God, this was what a woman needed at the end of the day. She could have just sunk into her chair and become a puddle of goo at the intense pleasure that began to move through her.

His thumbs worked into the backs of her shoulders, then her neck. He rubbed and caressed until she would have given him anything to continue. Until she was nearly a weeping mass of relaxed sensation.

And as the stress moved out of her, another tension invaded her. His fingers on the bare flesh of her neck, his breath at her ear as he leaned close.

“Unbutton your blouse,” he whispered as he kneaded and manipulated tight, aching muscles.

She wasn’t going to argue with him. Not even.

She forced her fingers to move, releasing the tiny pearl buttons and letting the material part over the white, lacy bra she wore.

Her breasts were hard, swollen, aching. She was so ready for his touch. So ready to be stroked everywhere, taken in every way.

Her lips were parting, her head turning for him, when a hard “Natches knock” sounded on the door.

Janey’s eyes widened as Alex paused. She knew Natches’s knock. She knew he didn’t wait. She barely had the first few buttons of her blouse redone when he walked into the office from the outside door and came to a hard, shocked stop.

He blinked back at her as she flushed; then he glared at Alex before he slowly turned his back.

“One. Two. ”

Fuck, he was counting. She moved to hurriedly button her blouse and restore herself as she pushed at Alex’s hands.

“Three. Four. ”

She had managed the final button when he reached five and turned back. His expression was dark, accusing, as he stared at Alex behind her.

“We need to discuss your assigned duties in this little matter,” Natches growled. “Touching doesn’t come under that list. ”

Alex grunted but moved back from her.

“You should wait for an invitation to enter,” Janey informed him in frustration. “Geez, Natches. You don’t just walk in. ”

“My name is on the deed, too. ” He used that as such an excuse and she knew it.

He moved into the room, wearing jeans and riding chaps and a thick leather jacket over the dark shirt beneath. Chaya should keep him locked on the houseboat so he didn’t cause so much damned trouble.

“What do you want?” She lifted the wine and took a healthy sip. “Not that I don’t enjoy seeing you,” she assured him. “But midnight is an odd time for a visit. ”

“Not when your sister has a stalker. ” He flicked a look over her shoulder at Alex, then grimaced. “You know he’s too old for you, right?”

She was in serious danger of breaking her one-glass-of-wine limit and going for the bottle.

“Natches. ” Her voice was warning.

He grunted. “I just came to see how you were doing. ” He shrugged his shoulders restlessly. “Chaya,

Crista, and Kelly are doing some kind of girl thing on the boat, and Dawg and Rowdy were pouting in Dawg’s. I didn’t feel like putting up with the pouting. ”

“So they were picking on you, and you thought you would share the fun and pick on me?” she asked sweetly.

He grinned, then frowned back at Alex.

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