A choked sound came from in front of her. Pike had his hand over his mouth, clearly trying not to laugh. She gave him a narrow-eyed glare and pointed again to the kitchen, but he turned and went toward her bedroom instead.
Holding in a f
rustrated sigh, she followed him, ready to give him hell as soon as this call was done. He set the box of donuts on her desk and took one out. He studied the donut a little too closely, giving her a questioning look.
She knew him well enough to know where this was going. She put her hand over the mouthpiece again. “I swear to God if you mimic rimming with that thing, I’m going to personally injure you. I cannot laugh on these calls.”
But despite her threat, a smile tugged at her lips.
He leaned forward, keeping his voice low. “How much longer do you think it will go?”
“He’s pretty worked up. Give me a few minutes, and I’ll get him there. He wants to hear me come first.” She moved her hand off the mouthpiece for a second to talk to Darren, keep him going. “Ooh, I feel so dirty doing this, baby. You’re getting me so hot.”
She covered the mouthpiece again.
Pike smirked. “A gentleman, then. Nice. Anything I can do to help?”
“Go in the next room so I don’t have to embarrass myself in front of you.”
“No, I should stay because, let’s face it, I’ve never heard a fake orgasm. I mean, there’s never been a need.”
She groaned. “Pike, stop, seriously.”
He licked the inside ring of the donut in a lewd, slow glide despite her warning not to, and gave her an oh-yeah nod.
A full-bodied laugh threatened to burst out of her. She spun to turn her back to him, to concentrate on the job at hand.
“Tell me what you’re doing, Darren. I want to know.”
Darren moaned softly. “I’m jacking myself nice and slow, thinking about your tongue inside me.”
Dammit. Nice and slow was not what she needed. She tried to ignore Pike’s presence behind her. “I’m never going to last, baby. You’ve got me so turned on.”
“Ah, you’re so sexy. Tell me how wet you are.”
She put her hand on her forehead, dying a little inside. “Soaked.”
Heat pressed against her back and she stiffened. Pike slid his hands onto her waist, beneath the hem of her T-shirt and kissed the slope of her shoulder. His lips brushed against her other ear. “It’s not nice to lie to the man. I can help.”
She peered over her shoulder at him, taken off guard by the shift in his voice and the suggestion. She cupped the mouthpiece. “What is this, Pike?”
His fingers stroked along her hips. “I’ve missed touching you. It’s hurt to be in the same room, knowing I couldn’t have you. I can help you sleep.”
She inhaled the words, an eddy of confused emotions swirling in her. “This isn’t sleep.”
He let his hands skate up her belly. “Then tell me to stop.”
She turned her head, putting a hand to brace herself on the wall, her knees going weak from the rush of need his touch was inciting. She should tell him to quit. This was a bad idea on so many levels. They hadn’t figured out anything between them. They couldn’t just act on the lust that always seemed to simmer between them. Everything was so much more complicated than that now. Plus, she was on a work call.
But when he slid his hands upward and cradled her breasts in his big, warm palms, all that came out of her was a moan. And something that had been so tightly wound loosened just a little bit.
Darren made a pleased sound on his end. “What am I doing to you that’s making you make that sound?”
Pike pinched her nipples and rolled them between his fingertips, sending pure, illicit sensations straight downward. She tipped her head back with another grunt. The combination of the stranger on the phone and Pike here for real was doing a number on her head. How was she supposed to talk to one guy while another made her feel good? “You’re grabbing my breasts, pinching me.”
Pike coughed.
Shit.