Klara makes a face. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure that was intentional. The city wants the property, and they’ve been waiting for a chance to get it.”
“Consider that another reason then,” I say with a grin and hold my front door open for her. “I don’t like bullies, and even though I like what they’re trying to do to the city, it shouldn’t be at the expense of anyone.”
“Okay,” she says, running a hand through her hair. “I’m not really in a position to say no. I’ll show you the budget that we have. I already know that it’s not enough, but maybe we can get some help.”
Stepping forward, I catch her around the waist and pull her against me. It’s only been a couple of hours since I felt her body and it’s already too damn long. I feel like a teenager again, unable to keep my hands to myself. And then I kiss her.
The way she melts against me is not something that I’m likely to forget. And she’s right, I do have reasons for wanting to help her. The ones that I listed, and the ones I didn’t. Mainly that I want to be close to her, and this is a way to do that. Also, I don’t think that I’d be able to live with myself if I didn’t help.
“Like I said, I have some favors I can call in. Give me a couple minutes, and I’ll make some calls.”
And I do exactly that. I go into my office and call all my friends, and I call in those favors. Klara has no way of knowing that I’m one of the most sought-after contractors in the state for what I can do with wood. And she has no idea that offering people a chance to work with me in exchange for some reduced-cost labor is something that they’ll jump at.
In less than an hour I’ve secured us a crew to start the next day. A good one, too. A crew that will work fast and work well. With them on board, we might actually have a chance at pulling this off.
Klara knocks on the doorframe. “How’s it going?”
“Excellent. There will be people here tomorrow to start.”
She blinks. “Seriously?”
“Seriously.”
“Holy shit.” She’s across the room and in my lap in seconds, kissing me. This is a situation I have absolutely no problem with. “I owe you.”
“You really don’t.”
“I really do. You have no idea.”
Klara sinks to her knees, running her hands down my body as she does. I see the gleam in her eye and catch her wrists as they move to my belt. “I told you, Klara. I don’t want any kind of payment like that.”
Her throaty laugh sends blood exactly where she wants it, and I harden inside my jeans. “Trust me, Rey, I’m not paying you back. I’m taking advantage of the fact that we now have some extra time on our hands, since we can’t start without the crew and we already have a list of what needs to be done.” She lowers her voice lower. “And maybe I want to go back to last night and have you come all over me.”
“Christ.”
Klara smiles again as she undoes my belt, and when she pulls my cock out it’s already hard and I cannot believe that this is actually happening. I watch as she looks at me like I’m the best thing she’s ever tasted.
Then she flicks out her tongue and Oh. My. God.
My vision goes blurry, and my head falls back in my chair. “Holy shit.”
Warm heat closes over the head of my cock, and the smooth strokes of her tongue draw pleasure up faster than I thought possible. I’m not going to last long if she keeps doing that.
I look back down at her and the sight of her lips wrapped around my cock is enough to make me come. I memorize the look in her eyes and the feeling of her lips sliding along my shaft. So fucking hot.
“Hey, Rey, I had some extra time today and I wanted to see if you wanted to have lunch?”
At first, I don’t process the fact that someone is speaking, and in the next moment, everything happens. Both Klara and I freeze, and I look at the door that I didn’t hear open, where my friend Amanda is staring at Klara and me, my cock still in her mouth.
Well. This is awkward.
7
Klara
Oh my god. Oh my god.
The last thing in the world that I thought would happen right now is for someone to walk into Rey’s office. Let alone Amanda Stevens. Is this actually happening?
I get off my knees and put distance between me and Rey as quickly as possible, and he’s putting himself away quickly too. He looks embarrassed.
Oh fuck.
I should have asked if he was with someone. I should have figured that he was. Reynard is far too sexy and successful to be single. Mortification and heartbreak flow over me in a wave.