Page 71 of By A Thread
“I’d fist my fingers in it and pull so I could taste your mouth and then work my way down your throat.”
“Gah.” It wasn’t a statement so much as a swallow getting tangled up with a moan.
“And this is exactly why we’re not going to do this in person,” he said softly.
“Gah,” I croaked again.
His lips, that firm, mean line of them, lifted just a little, and I felt an explosion of dairy hormones in my core.
“Fine. Email then,” I squeaked.
“On personal time from personal email accounts,” he said.
The guy had given this a lot of thought.
“That’s fair.”
“Be honest. Brutally honest,” Dominic said. “So we can get this—whatever it is—out of our systems.”
I wanted to be offended by the idea that getting to know me would be a major turnoff to him. However, I was damn certain the more I knew about Dominic Russo, the less my lady parts would lust after him. What could possibly go wrong?
“Agreed.”
He lifted a hand away from the table, and we both watched as it slowly moved toward my face, my hair.
Goddesses of secret lusty meetings,pleaselet Dominic Russo fuck me on this conference table right now.
“Grab me a water, would you?” someone called outside the door. We jumped apart.
I shoved Dominic—and his magnificent fuck stick—into the chair I’d recently occupied before my sexual spiritual awakening and took a guilty step back.
The door opened.
“I don’t care what you say. TheGame of Thronesfinal season was not what fans were expecting,” I announced emphatically.
He looked at me like I’d lost my damn mind.
“Oh, wow. I gotta agree with Ally, Mr. Russo,” Shelly, a graphic designer with a penchant for facial piercings, agreed emphatically.
As the rest of the team filed in, a ten-minute discussion of the show and final season ensued while Dominic and I both tried to get our hormones under control.
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Dominic & Ally
Maleficent,
Now that I know your feelings regardingGame of Thrones, let’s move on. Why are you working so many jobs? Is the pay here really that bad?
Charming
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Charming,
I wouldn’t know. I’m still a week out from my first paycheck. What did you want to be when you grew up? Or are you living your dreams as a vest-wearing fashion mogul?
Maleficent
