Page 21 of Nothing to You (Nothing to… #7)

ONE VOICE. Another. A laugh. Johann. Bringing Roxie and her crew up to speed was a quick pace adventure. For everyone else anyway.

What the fuck was wrong with him?

As her attention drifted again, it snagged on Roxie who was looking right back. The others were still talking, but Roxie laid a hand across her wrist and leaned in to whisper.

“Who put him in charge?”

It took a second but, seriously, what the fuck? How right was her friend? Her shoulders went back.

What was wrong with him? No! What was wrong with her?

Her spine straightened as her lips plumped. Fuck him.

Roxie just smiled when she stood up. Without bothering to excuse herself, she left the room, his office in her sights. Yep, there were five other people in there, but she didn’t give a shit.

Tossing the door out of the way, she strode in, unbuttoning her shirt.

“Miss—”

“If you boys don’t want a show, you better get outta here,” she said, clear as a whistle in her determination, her eyes locked onto his.

She kept going with the buttons, pulled her shirt from her skirt and tossed it aside as she rounded the desk.

“Out,” a male voice came from behind her. “Go.”

Grabbing Rourke’s tie, she pulled him upward as she bowed. “You…” she enunciated, “are stuck with me.”

Planting her mouth on his, resistance meant nothing. What gave him the right to dismiss her? Damn man got too big for his boots. Kicking off her shoes, she pulled him higher, his resistance evaporating with the rise of her skirt.

It bunched at her hips as she slid onto the desk, taking his cock from his pants.

Damn man.

The sheer bliss of completion filled her when he pushed himself into her. Planting his hands on the desk behind her, thrusting into her, all she could do was raise her hips to meet his. That look in his eyes. Shit. What was in his head?

Breathing out, she laid a hand on his cheek. “Xavie…”

His head turned to catch the heel of her hand in his teeth. Fuck, she wanted that. Wanted more. Freeing his tie, she threw it away to yank open the buttons of his shirt. Their gazes never wavered from their opposite. This was it. In the flesh. Them as they were supposed to be.

Running her hands across his torso, all of him was what she needed.

On the desk, in the middle of the day, it would never be as intense as she wanted.

But fuck that. She didn’t even know if he’d obscured the glass to protect them from the rest of the floor…

or to protect the rest of the floor from them.

The world could watch. They were all that mattered.

Snatching a handful of her hair, he tugged it back, hard, to force his mouth against hers.

Was there force? Depended on the meaning.

There was strength, but always consent. He’d tried to say no, to dismiss her like she wasn’t the most important person in his world.

Right then, in that moment, no one else existed.

Gasping for air, no amount of oxygen could satisfy the clench of climax that seized every part of her in bliss.

“Xav—”

“Fuck,” he growled, snagging her hips, propelling all of himself into her in one final advance.

Sitting there, panting into the humid air between them, his forehead dropped to hers.

She couldn’t open her eyes, even as he stroked the back of her head to coil his fingers in her locks again.

“I’m your best goddamn friend,” she murmured, leaning away from his head to find his gaze. “I don’t give you this pussy for free.”

On an exhale, his lips quirked. “You know we’ll get sued for that stunt.”

“You can afford it,” she said, linking her fingers at the back of his neck. “You didn’t misinterpret anything. Sometimes I forget…”

“Forget what?”

“That you’re a man and thickheaded,” she said and socked his shoulder. “Don’t pout with me. Talk to me.”

“You don’t keep shit from me. Honesty is the rule now. No Huddle rules.”

She patted his chest. “Where is it?”

“Ask your pussy.”

“Hilarious,” she said, presenting a flat hand to him. “Give it to me.”

“Again? Already? Give a guy a second to—”

“The card you want me to break.”

From a desk drawer, he produced a wallet. She snatched it away to find said card and dropped the wallet back into his desk.

“You never leave the campus,” he said. “How are you going to use it?”

“Uh, there’s this fabulous thing called the internet, digiboy.

Try it sometime.” She tucked the card into her cleavage and guided his hands to her ass.

“Here’s what we’re going to do. I’m going to use the world wide web and make some calls to check out places closer to here for my mom.

Expensive places. Really expensive.” He smiled, which calmed her heart.

“And I’m going to make appointments at really inconvenient times for your schedule, and we’ll go together to check them out. ”

He slid her closer. “Inconvenient times I can make work. Another option is we buy her a place and hire a staff—”

“She needs people around. Social people. When she’s by herself, it’s worse.”

“You want her to stay with us at the house?”

“Live with you? Geez, the woman has enough mental problems, give her a chance at sanity.”

“Mm,” he hummed, bowing to brush the tip of his nose across hers.

“Did I interrupt something important?” Her mouth edged nearer his. “I don’t care if I did, it just makes me feel good to inconvenience you.”

“Inconvenience me with sex? Yeah, that was disruptive. We should find a way to ease that transition.”

“You found your rhythm quick enough,” she murmured, their lips still touching. “Work on limiting your resistance.”

“I’ll do better next time, Coach.”

His tongue touched her lip, and she opened for him. They could spend the whole day screwing on his desk, could get up and leave the building right then to disappear into bed.

Pulling away, she slapped a hand onto his arm. “Okay, time to go back to work.”

“I’ll talk to your boss,” he said, pushing her back on the desk when she tried to slip off. “Guy’s an asshole, but he owes me one.”

“And I do not want every person on this floor to think you last longer than you do. My pussy is plenty tight for you to spill quick.”

“Yep,” he said, dropping into his seat when she slunk off the desk. “She got hers too.”

His fingers met her clit. She slapped the hand away and crouched to retrieve her shoes. “If she didn’t get hers every time, we wouldn’t come back for seconds.”

“And thirds and fourths.”

This time he touched her inner thigh and again she swiped his hand away. “You’re supposed to start with the fingers, Boy Scout. Not finish with them.”

“Who said I was done?” Catching her hips, he pulled her between him and the desk. “Man, you didn’t even lose the panties.”

“You know this is sexual harassment.”

He kissed her hip, her thigh, her abdomen. “I have witnesses you were the aggressor.”

“Mm,” she said, grabbing a handful of his hair to yank his head back. “Don’t ever pout with me again.”

“Don’t hide shit from me.”

Dipping to kiss his forehead, she smoothed his hair again. “This wasn’t makeup sex.”

“No, who wants to make up?” he said, finally letting her go.

“It’s better when we’re fighting.”

“It is.”

Slipping on one shoe and then the other, she got her shirt and his tie from the floor. She tossed one to him and fed her arms into the other.

“And it doesn’t mean I like you.”

“Fuck no,” he said, looping his tie over his head, despite his shirt still being open. “I can’t stand you.”

“You want me to send your worker bees back in here?”

“Oh, I think they’re long gone, Babycakes.”

“I want sushi for dinner.”

Wearing a grin, he winked, and she departed. The walls went clear, and her own lips curled. If that wasn’t making up, she didn’t know what would be. Fuck. Hotshot was way more than she could ever have expected.