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And he did, his cock spilling his warm release into the back of her throat as his body bucked and he groaned her name over and over. Ally kept her mouth on him, savoring every drop of his pleasure, her tongue toying with the head of his cock until he slumped in the chair, obviously sated.
She gently tucked him back into his briefs and put his clothing back together. His eyes were still closed when she moved to the back of the chair and released the knot on the tie.
“Why?” Travis asked in a confused voice.
“Because I wanted to,” she replied sweetly. She bent and picked up her hair clip from the floor.
“Jesus. What are you wearing?” Travis exploded.
Ally smiled at him. “One of the dresses you bought me. I didn’t have any matching lingerie, so I bought my own.” She knew he’d seen the sexy panties and the top of her garters. She’d done it on purpose. Lifting the hem of the dress, she gave him a peek at the white ensemble underneath. “Isn’t it sweet?” It was fairly modest, white with little pink bows.
Travis gaped at her as she let the hem float back down and arranged her hair again in a small decorative mirror on the wall.
Sashaying to the door, she tossed the tie across the room and Travis’s quick reflexes caught it in mid-air.
“For the next time I’m naughty.” She unlocked and opened the door, looking back at him as she swung it open. “Enjoy your coffee, Mr. Harrison. But just for the record, I’m still not getting your coffee every day. Today was special.”
She walked out of the office, closing the door quietly behind her. Her heart was still hammering, her knees weak, knowing what she’d just done had been a risk. But she’d already decided that a life without some risk wasn’t worth living. With risk came hope. And she’d keep her hopes alive for Travis until all her belief in him was gone, until there was no chance for them. He was worth it. He’d lived in darkness for way too long, and he needed to conquer his demons or let them destroy his life. He’d been there when she needed someone to believe in her, and she wanted to do the same for him. Because, truth was, she trusted him more than any other person on earth. Now he just needed to trust himself.
Ally went to the restroom and cleaned herself up before returning to her desk.
She stared at Travis’s office door for a long time before going back to work.
Travis sat totally immobile for a long time, stunned as he looked at the door where Ally had exited.
His coffee was tepid, but he gulped it down anyway, trying to figure out if what had happened was really truth or if it was just a very vivid fantasy he’d conjured up because of his need for Ally.
Why isn’t she running?
His first shock had come when he discovered that Ally was actually at her desk today. He hadn’t expected her to be. Not after what he’d said the night he’d left her to go to the hospital. Had she been so tired she hadn’t really gotten what he’d told her?
He could have easily stopped what had happened this morning, but he hadn’t wanted to, hadn’t even been able to wrap his mind around the fact that he hadn’t been experiencing some sort of surreal fantasy. He fingered the tie on his desk, proof that she’d really been here. Part of him wanted to just go on and see what happened now, not confront any reality. Hell…reality sucked. He’d much rather preserve the dream. But his relationship with Ally was never going to progress until he faced her down, figured out what was going on in that complicated brain of hers.
He pushed the intercom button. “Alison, I need you.” As he let off the button, he admitted to himself that truer words had never been spoken.
He waited as she let herself into the office, his cock hardening as he viewed the innocent-looking dress that was, in reality, a cock torture device. It hugged her body in all the right places, and dammit…it was way too short. Had that really been one of the outfits he’d purchased for her? He hated it. No…he actually loved it, but he didn’t want another man seeing her shapely body in the garment. And he sure as hell didn’t want anybody else to see what she was wearing underneath. It was white, for Christ’s sake. But Travis had just decided that white underwear with cute pink bows was the hottest thing he’d ever seen. Maybe it was speaking to his caveman: the virginal, sweet color making him want to drag Ally off and corrupt her as soon as possible.
Ally seated herself in front of his desk, a cup of coffee in her hand. She’d fixed her hair, and she looked every inch a prim, composed assistant. Hell…eventhatmade him crazy.
“You wanted me, Mr. Harrison?” she asked politely.
Yeah. He wanted her all right. But nobody would ever know that the woman sitting in front of him had a few minutes ago been a sexual goddess on her knees, sucking his cock until his head had nearly blown off. He cleared his throat and asked, “What just happened here this morning, Alison?”
“Did I ever tell you that I hate the name Alison? My mother used to call me that, and I don’t like being called by that name, which is why I prefer people to call me Ally,” she answered in a calm, informative voice. “And as far as what happened? I believe that you stomped into the office without saying a word. I then brought you your coffee…which I almost never do. Then I tied my obstinate billionaire boss from Hell to his chair and proceeded to give him a blow job until he had an orgasm. I think I did something I’ve wanted to do for a very long time, making my fantasies of touching you any way I wanted come true. Does that sound correct?” she asked him pertly. “Oh, then I gave him back the tie that he left at my house after using it to give me multiple orgasms,” she added casually and took a sip from her mug, raising a questioning brow at him.
Travis nearly choked on the last of his coffee. “What the hell has gotten into you?” Travis asked, squirming in his chair from hearing Ally bluntly recounting the morning.
“Nothing got into me. I gave you a blow job, but you never really got into me.”
Holy Christ! She was trying to make him crazy. He knew she was. “I’ll never call you by your full name again if you hate it. You should have told me.” He paused before asking, “Do you remember what I told you when I left to help Kade? Did you hear what I said?”
“I heard you,” she affirmed.
“Why are you still here?”
“Why wouldn’t I be? I work here.” She sat her coffee on the desk and put her hands on the surface of the wood, giving him a stubborn glare. “I assume that what you meant that night is that you had a precognitive dream about your parents, and you ignored it, thinking it was just a nightmare. Therefore, you blame yourself because you didn’t stop what happened. You did not kill your parents, Travis. Your father killed your mother and then himself. He was mentally ill. It’s time for you to stop torturing yourself because you didn’t know the dream would really come true. It was not your fault.”
Travis gaped at Ally, her fierceness stunning him. Her gaze was wild and ferocious, and protective as hell. And all that strong protectiveness was centered on him. “It was the first time it happened,” he admitted. “I hate myself for not saving my mother. If I had just paid attention—”