Page 39 of Bad Luck Vampire

Or maybe he was the one making the meal. She couldn’t tell and didn’t care. She was on fire and he was the only one who could ease her need. She just knew it, so her hands slid around his head, and her fingers tangled in his short hair, urging him on as he explored her mouth.

Sophie felt his hand at her breast and gasped, her body shuddering as his fingers closed over the eager globe through her clothes. One of his legs pressed between both of hers, his upper thigh rubbing against her there and she broke their kiss on a cry of excitement that turned into a surprised gasp when his other hand slid down over her butt to the back of her upper thigh to tug her leg up and around his hip. It allowed him to press more tightly against the core of her excitement and drew a deep guttural groan from her when he thrust against her.

Alasdair groaned too, then muttered something in a language she didn’t understand before claiming her mouth again for an almost vicious kiss as he pulled her leg even tighter around him and thrust more firmly. Releasing his hair, Sophie clutched at his shoulders instead and held on for dear life as she kissed him back. The man was magic, a wizard. He was about to bring her to the fastest orgasm she’d ever experienced, standing right there in her office and fully clothed with just kisses and dry humping for cripes sake... and she wanted that orgasm desperately. She also wanted to strip him naked, rip off her own clothes, and crawl all over his body, but that would have to wait because she wasn’t willing to give up the sensations he was causing in her right then.

In fact, when after the next thrust he suddenly stiffened and broke their kiss to look toward the door, Sophie growled and released one shoulder to try to force his face back so that she could reclaim his mouth. Even as she did, her own body writhed against his, trying to get him to move again. It wasn’t until she heard a ringing sound that she stopped and turned to look at her office door.

“Is that—?”

“The front door,” Sophie managed, but she was panting like a racehorse after a race.

Trying to regain control of her breathing and her crazy beating heart, she reluctantly let her leg slide off of his hip so that she was standing on both feet again. Sophie then released the hold she had on his face and shoulder and took a step back just a heartbeat before her office door opened.

“Oh.” Megan stopped halfway through the door, surprise lighting up her face as she peered from Sophie to Alasdair. She blinked at them briefly and then held up an insulated bag. “Dad told Mom you were working late so she insisted I bring you supper.” The bag lowered now as her gaze slid to Sophie’s desk and she smiled wryly. “Guess you don’t need it, though.”

“No,” Sophie agreed, and then paused to clear her throat when the word came out a weak croak. She then tried again. “Alasdair brought me dinner.”

“I can see that,” Megan said with amusement, her gaze sliding over the numerous pizza boxes and Styrofoam containers. Eyebrows rising, she glanced back to them to ask, “Are you guys expecting company? A pizza party or something?”

“Oh! No,” Sophie said with realization, and then explained, “Alasdair wasn’t sure what I’d like so got a variety.”

“Nice,” Megan said with approval.

“You are welcome to join us,” Alasdair offered politely.

“Oh no.” She shook her head and backed halfway out the door. “Thank you. I already ate, and I’m supposed to be meeting a date at the 44.” She paused there, though, and frowned down at the bag she held. “I suppose you don’t want this?”

“Are you kidding? Pass up Mama’s cooking?” Sophie moved forward at once to claim the insulated bag. “I’ll have it tomorrow. Thank her for me.”

“Sure,” Megan said, and then gave her the once-over, grinned, and waggled her eyebrows before turning to start up the hall with a laughing, “Have fun.”

Sophie glanced down at herself and almost moaned aloud when she saw the state she was in. Her pencil skirt had been pushed upward from her leg being lifted, to wrap around Alasdair. It was now a wrinkled mass around her hips and upper thighs, and her blouse was gaping open, the top couple of buttons missing. No doubt her lips were rosy and swollen and her hair possibly a mess too, she acknowledged as she quickly pushed her skirt down and tried to draw her blouse closed, but it wouldn’t stay closed with the buttons missing. It still covered everything, but was just open lower than she was used to.

Sighing, Sophie gave up on it and peered out into the hall in time to see Megan disappear around the corner into the reception area. Still, she waited there for the chime of the front door that would tell her that Megan had left.

While Sophie waited, she considered what to do next. Starting up with Alasdair again was a definite no. This was a place of business and Megan wasn’t the only one who might show up. Bobby had been known to drop in and check on her when she worked late, as had her foster father, George Tomlinson, or Papa as she had come to call him over the years.

Despite that, Sophie was even now fighting the urge to throw herself at the man. The passion he’d stirred in her was still there, bubbling under the surface, urging her to lock her office door and—

The sound of the door chime caught her ear, bringing an end to her thoughts. Sophie reluctantly closed the door and turned to face Alasdair, trying to think of how to politely explain that they needed to not go back to doing what she really wanted to do. In the end, though, it wasn’t an issue. Alasdair wasn’t facing her anymore. He’d moved to her desk and was shifting the various Styrofoam containers off the stack of pizzas and onto her desk so that he could open the top box.

“What kind of pizza do you like?” he asked.

When Sophie didn’t respond right away, mostly because she was trying to adjust mentally to the situation as it was, rather than as she’d expected, he glanced around at her and offered, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have...” He gave a vague wave to where they’d been standing making out before Megan’s arrival. “This is a place of business. I forgot myself for a moment. My apologies.”

His words made a smile bloom on her face. Sophie supposed it was because she didn’t think he had any reason to apologize. The truth was she’d kissed him. True, she’d only meant for it to be a quick peck, but she had started it. That quick peck exploding into the passion that had overwhelmed them both wasn’t his fault. Or even hers she didn’t think. It had just happened.

Of course, he was right and they had no business behaving like that here. And now that Sophie knew what could happen between them, she would just be sure to keep a safe distance from him. While they were here. She definitely wanted to explore that passion again, though. Later. Somewhere else.

“What kind of pizzas did you get?” Sophie asked, rather than address his comment.

“A meat lovers, a deluxe, a veggie, a margherita, a Hawaiian, and a white pizza with chicken that I can’t remember the name of,” he ended with a slight frown.

“I’ll have meat lovers,” Sophie decided, walking over to set the insulated bag of Mama’s food on her desk.

Nodding, Alasdair began to shuffle the boxes around, presumably to move the meat lovers to the top. As he did, he announced, “There are two salads to choose from, Greek and Caesar. Then there are four appetizers: grilled shrimp, breaded mushrooms, chicken wings, and breaded pickles.”

“Wow. Okay. I’ll get plates from the break room,” Sophie said, turning to head for the door. “And napkins. And glasses and ice.”

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