Lucy couldn’t take the slow, lazy rhythm anymore, so she quickened her pace and rode him with purpose, her breasts bouncing from her efforts as she fiercely shoved her hips to his and listened to the interminable sounds of the chair beneath them, faster and louder now that her fever rose high and mighty and dangerous.
SQUEAKSQUEAKSQUEAK!
It was too much…
“Now…now…now,” Holden cried hoarsely, burying himself to the hilt.
His words were her complete undoing, as well as the tragic death of the chair’s melody.
Holden watched her when she came, watched her when the shudders rocked her body completely. Undone by the sight of her orgasm, he came with a guttural growl and slowly let the waves of passion take him, closing his eyes as they did.
After what seemed like eons of tremors and shudders, Lucy fell limp against him and buried her face in his neck, feeling drained and spent.
He fell back against the chair and ran his hands aimlessly along her back, gently caressing her.
Lucy smiled in contentment, wondering if there could be another place on this whole Earth or in the universe that could make her feel as comfortable, as warm and as safe as she felt in his arms right now.
Then she remembered her appointment with Simon Morris on the twelfth floor. She immediately disentwined her body from his and picked up her panties, easily slipping them on before rearranging her skirt and shirt then running her fingers through her hair.
He made a low sound of protest. “Don’t you follow any orders at all?” he asked, irritated.
“Of course I do, why do you ask?”
“I told you to take the day off.”
She smiled and brushed a lock of shiny black hair away from his forehead. She didn’t really want Holden to know about her appointment because he’d immediately ask questions, and her wonderful investing idea could go up in flames. Plus, she needed to have a costume for him by tomorrow and she’d postponed buying it long enough. She’d stalled with the silly hope that he wouldn’t go, but she now accepted the fact that he had not cancelled his date with Miss Fortune-Hunting McFadden, and therefore still needed a costume for the occasion.
“Truly? I’m not completely certain my boss meant it when he gave me the day off. It’s very unlike him, since he’s more than a little…strict.”
“He’s hard, that’s what he is,” he muttered, cupping her buttocks and pulling her to him. She slapped his hands away and took a step backward, her eyes shining.
“He’s dictatorial, not hard,” she corrected.
“That bastard.”
She bit her lower lip to stifle a laugh. “And he did order me to get him a costume for tomorrow.”
His scowl began to recede. “Very well, but get me something interesting. Something manly—a vampire or a pirate. Something I wouldn’t be ashamed to wear.” He narrowed his eyes at her in a menacing way, but there was a spark behind them that danced with mirth. “No knights or tights, Miss Divine. I’m warning you.”
Lucy knew just the thing for him, so she smiled and nodded. “Yes sir,” she replied in her best secretarial voice then headed toward the doorway.
“And Lucy?”
“Yes?”
“I’ll see you in the afternoon…?”
She softened her voice and felt her heart weaken at his words. “Yes, Mr. Holden.”
She smiled stupidly at the elevator doors and all the way down to the twelfth floor. Being with Patrick Holden the businessman was extremely stimulating and inspired nothing short of admiration from Lucy. He was, after all, larger than life. But being with Patrick Holden the man was downright terrifying, because he was not exactly the asshole she’d thought him to be. Instead, she was finding a special man that tugged at her heart and appealed to her immensely. He also had a sense of humor—now that was a big surprise.
And his passion, as she’d recently discovered, did not limit itself to buying stocks or faltering businesses.
Even his arrogant side was starting to grow on her. Those bossy orders just made her want to hop and obey like the good girl she was. Not always, though. Sometimes they just made her want to punch him.
Still, whatever this inexplicable emotion bubbling insides her was, it felt indisputably, completely wonderful.
“Lucy Divine. I’m here to see Mr. Morris,” she said to the secretary that greeted her.