Taking Care of Business. Kathy Lyons
he said. This time, nothing barred him from stroking his thumb over her clit.
Her legs tightened and her back arched. And soon, oh God, please let it be soon, she was going to feel more than just his fingers. She was so enthralled with the idea that she began to move against his thumb, rhythmically circling around his hand.
“There’s so many things I could do to you right now,” he murmured.
Yes! She thought. Anything. Everything!
“Three weeks,” he said in an almost conversational tone. “No dates. No relationship.”
“Yes,” she said. Those were her terms.
He nodded as he shifted his hips, positioning himself. “I’m good with that,” he said. Then he finally, wonderfully, thrust deep inside her.
She groaned in delight as he filled her. She was impaled, held pinned—and half lifted—on his cock, and it was perfect. In fact, she had to lift her knees up along his hips to accommodate him. Never had she felt more thoroughly possessed.
Then he began to thrust. Powerful, deep, masterful penetrations. The rhythm was slow at first, but strong enough to feel all the way to her spine. She gasped at every slide. She arched her back, letting him go deeper, wanting to feel as if he completely filled her body.
And then the pace increased.
Her belly tightened. Her orgasm burst through. She came in a wave of pleasure. And still he thrust into her, pushing her even higher. Harder. Stronger.
Then, suddenly, he slammed forward as he convulsed inside her. Shudders wracked his body, adding to her pleasure. She gripped him tight, wanting to feel every pulse of his orgasm.
Oh, God! Yes!
SAM SLUMPED TO THE SIDE with a groan. He didn’t so much intend to move as simply not fall over. How had this miracle happened to him? he wondered vaguely. No ties. No awkward relationship issues. Just the hottest sex ever. For three more weeks. Thank you, God!
Julie was stirring by his side. He opened his eyes to see her stretch languidly as she slid off the handrail and stood. She was still wearing her black heels, and wasn’t that the greatest sight ever? Then she smiled at him, her eyes all vague and misty, and he rapidly changed his mind. That was the most gorgeous sight ever.
“You’re so damn beautiful,” he murmured.
She dimpled prettily at him. “I feel like I just swam in a lake after a long, long drought.”
“I feel like I drowned in that lake,” he countered.
She arched a brow and the expression was mischievous. “Well, perhaps I can give you a little CPR.”
He released a laugh which was really more of a gulp for air. “Give me a minute. I’m pretty sure that the dead will rise again.”
“I think.” she said as she stroked her hand across his chest, “… that I’ll wear a dress tomorrow. Something with a swirling, flowing skirt. And really high red heels.”
“It’s alive!” he cried. And yes, the thought of Julie in a flirty dress with red stilettos had him fully resurrected.
She laughed as she glanced down at him. There was coy flirtation in her gaze, but he also caught a flash of anxiety. Then she turned away to pull up her pants.
Worried, he straightened up from the wall. “Julie …” he began, trying to think of something to ease the awkwardness. “I know this is unusual for both of us, but that doesn’t have to make it weird.”
“I know,” she agreed. “And it was great. Really, really great.”
“Yeah,” he echoed. But then he didn’t know what to say and she flushed and looked away. He went back to putting himself to rights, while she readjusted her sweater. Within a moment, she had everything tucked, hooked and tied back in place. Except for the slightly flyaway lift to her hair, she looked every inch the business professional. If it weren’t for her torn panties on the floor, he might wonder if he’d imagined the whole thing.
She must have seen him glance at the plain cotton. “Oh,” she gasped as she reached down.
“I got it,” he said. And he did. He grabbed them before her, balling them tight then stuffing them into a pocket. He didn’t allow himself to think about how depraved that was, grabbing and keeping her torn underwear. “So,” he murmured. “You’re leaving in three weeks.”
“That’s when my lease here is up,” she said.
He swallowed, a tightness forming in his belly. It might have been anticipation, but he didn’t really think so. Three weeks didn’t seem like long enough. He’d built up seven weeks’ worth of fantasies about this amazing woman. But that was all the time she had. She was leaving the state.
“Right,” he said, though inside he begrudged the very idea. “A dress tomorrow.”
“And red heels.”
He arched a brow and attempted a wink. “I can work with that.”
She winked back. It was a quick movement, almost unnoticed because she was turning away from him. But he saw it and he liked it. A woman who winked. And then she pushed the Stop button back in. Except, of course, the elevator didn’t move. His phone was in control of the lift.
She pulled the button out again, then pushed it back. Nothing happened. “So,” she said, “how do I start the elevator back up?”
“Hold on.” He’d been scanning the area for his phone, finally sighting it on the floor next to the first glass panel. He picked it up and thumbed it to life. A few taps later, the elevator hummed into motion.
“And here I thought it was the Stop button,” she said, her voice laced with humor.
“You have no idea how hard that was to arrange,” he returned.
Her musical laugh was the last thing he heard before the doors dinged open on the garage floor. She stepped out. He would have followed but she stopped him.
“No need,” she said, pointing to her beat-up Camry. “I’m right over there.”
She didn’t want him following her. He dipped his head in acknowledgment, but he still thumbed the app on his phone. The elevator froze open.
“I’ll just wait here to make sure you get into your car okay.” He shrugged. “I want to be your only stalker tonight.”
She nodded again, and he saw relief in her expression. “Thanks.”
Then she turned away and crossed to her car. He watched her the whole way, waiting until her car pulled out of its spot and drove down the ramp.
Three weeks. There was a lot he could do in that time. But only if he got busy right now.
5
JULIE PIROUETTED IN HER apartment. There was almost no room between her bed and the walls, but she did it nonetheless, loving the feel of her skirt swirling out from her legs. In truth, this was a spring dress meant for being flirty and fun. Bold white-and-red flowers covered the light cotton material. It was definitely not intended as a work outfit in the fall. But she paired it with a severe red jacket—which made it warm enough—and do-me red pumps which made it perfect for her promise to Sam.
She stopped her spin, and her skirt twisted back down around her legs. It took only a moment for the fabric to settle, but it took her mind a lot longer.
Was she really doing this? Was she really going to have hot office sex without thought to a relationship? To the man?
Yes! Or rather … maybe. After all, she did know something about Sam, even if she was trying to pretend that he was anonymous Elevator Man. Beside the obvious physical attributes—tall, strong, pecs of steel and extremely nimble fingers—she