Kelly bit her tongue, literally bit it—this was still her boss after all—but her annoyance spewed out anyway. “You didn’t make me come and I didn’t see your dick. Gotcha.”
He clenched the steering wheel but he didn’t reply. Good thing, because she likely would’ve said something else she might regret later.
Mightbeing the operative word.
Five strained minutes later, he pulled into the parking lot of her apartment building. He didn’t say anything and the air conditioner he’d turned on high did nothing to alleviate the heat drenching her body.
Was this it? Was she going to let him just drop her off and drive away? Or was she going to stop penciling sex into the slots she’d allotted on her calendar and for once in her life, go for something spontaneous and wild?
He stopped the car outside the building entrance, his eyes directed straight ahead and his fingers tapping the wheel. His posture screamed impatience.
She unclicked her seatbelt and put her hand on the door. She wasn’t the kind of woman he’d go for, obviously. At least not once he’d had time to think and they weren’t standing in naked central.
Because he wants Nina. Or Leigh. Not you. Anyone but you.
“Where do you live?” she asked, her gaze on her lap. It was a cop-out but at least she hadn’t climbed out and run into her building.
Spencer took so long to answer she began to think he wouldn’t. Her cheeks burned but other parts of her ached with need. She made herself look at him, shocked to realize he was watchingher.
Without thinking, she reached out to grip his hair and yanked his face to hers. Somewhere in the back of her mind she registered his hands never left the wheel as she licked at the seam of his mouth. He didn’t open for her, didn’t give an inch, but she’d be damned if she would back off now when she could finally taste the whiskey on his breath.
She slid her body against his as much as she was able to in the tight confines of the front seat. This close, his raw, masculine smell, lightly overlayed with his aftershave, inflamed her senses. His chest rose and fell in rapid beats, proving he wasn’t unaffected.
If his arousal was left over from what he’d watched earlier, she didn’t care. He would remember who had started this, and who would finish it.
Her gaze traveled between his legs. A thin shaft of light illuminated just what she needed to see. His khakis bulged around his hard-on.
For her or Nina? Right now, she didn’t care.
She palmed his cock and he released a soft groan as she tightened her hold around his hard length. Feeling victorious, she scraped her nails over him and watched the change in his expression. From wariness to desire to that same speculation she’d noted earlier in his office. As if he were gauging her.
This was one test she would ace. She had to.
Pressing her advantage, she rolled her thumb along the ridge around the head of his erection while she nibbled on his lower lip. She yearned to feel his tongue in her mouth, his wide fingers pinching her nipples rather than digging holes in the steering wheel. His steely control as she continued her dual assault stunned and thrilled her, making her even more desperate.
God, what would it take to make him blow?
As if a switch had been thrown inside him, he pushed her back with a growl. “Five miles from here,” he gritted out.
Kelly stared at him. If that was supposed to distract her from what she’d just had hot and thick in her hand, he failed miserably. Or was that his way of sayingyesto the question she hadn’t dared ask?
She needed to be with him. Alone. Together. Naked. They couldn’t stay here, not in her apartment where she’d see him in every corner and smell him on her sheets. But his place would be perfect.
“Go,” she whispered.
* * *
Spencer jerked the air vents toward his face as he drove out of Kelly’s parking lot. He didn’t look at her but he sure as hell could hear her breathing, even over the A/C.
Wheezing was closer to it.
He wasn’t much better. He was about to suffer cock-strangulation from his belt and his sides ached from his rigid stance in the seat. She’d fucking annihilated him with her lips and her hand. Even without sampling that honey-sweet mouth or feeling her bare palm around his erection, he was one tepid fantasy away from coming in his pants.
He’d started this, granted. She hadn’t shoved him up against the wall, now had she? But shehaddrawn his hand down to her soft belly, inches above where she burned.
He hadn’t been able to resist. Not when he knew how she made herself come, the way she touched herself so urgently just before she climaxed. This time, he’d been the one to give that to her.
But that didn’t change facts. This was a bad idea. A horrendous idea. Why hadn’t they just gone into her damn apartment? They probably wouldn’t have made it past the elevator anyway.