9
Before Spencer had a chance to reply, Kelly rolled her eyes and eased a hip onto the corner of his desk, giving him a prime view of miles of creamy leg. “Yeah, yeah, can’t tell the lowly peons. Just tell me Leigh’s not going.”
“You know I can’t discuss staffing plans until they’re confirmed.”
“Is that your way of saying she is? I’m assuming you’ll be spending a lot of time out there and she’ll slide all over you like icing.”
He opened his mouth then closed it abruptly. He’d almost told her the truth.
I’m moving there for a year, minimum.
For once reason prevailed. No formal announcement had been made yet. That wouldn’t come for a week or two.
Despite what was happening between them, he couldn’t violate the owners’ trust. His leaving made room for Marcia to become the new regional manager, and he wasn’t about to spill his sister’s news prematurely.
Besides, if he said he was leaving, she’d probably call a halt to things. Which made sense. Ending things now would be cleaner. More logical.
Unfortunately, logic didn’t seem to hold much sway in the face of pouty lips, sexy hazel eyes and a quick wit that turned him on almost as much as her leggy body.
“Leigh and I have a professional working relationship,” he said instead.
Kelly kicked off her sandal and slid her bare foot into his lap. This time he did groan. He’d never met a woman with more talented toes. “Like us?”
“No.” Spencer gripped her calf and stroked her velvety skin. He wanted to push her back on his desk until her legs were spread open like a wishbone. “Definitely not like us.”
“You don’t think she’s hot?” She rubbed her arch against his cock persuasively. “C’mon, tell me you haven’t fantasized about her cute little butt or those perky breasts she loves to bounce in front of you.”
The only butt and breasts he was fantasizing about belonged to the woman currently toeing him into a state of hardness heretofore unknown. “She’s my employee. I don’t go there on work hours.”
“Ah, so after work’s okay.” She removed her other shoe and brought her right foot up to join the left, though this one glided up and down his chest. “Or if she went to Kink.”
The foot in his lap stilled just long enough for him to get control of himself. He glanced up at her and the vulnerability on her face made him kiss her ankle. Even her feet smelled delicious. She looked so soft and pretty in her oddly childish clothes, he couldn’t have rebuffed her if he tried.
“A fleet of gorgeous women could parade through here naked and I’d still be thinking about you,” he said softly. “And only you.”
Kelly’s fingers clamped around the edge of the desk as he rolled closer to press another kiss on her inner thigh just below the frayed edge of her cutoffs. “Now that you know you’re the only woman who rocks my world,” his lips quirked, “are you going to help me or not?”
“I’m helping.” She pushed him back with her heel. “So what can I do? Other than kneel down in front of that chair, unzip your pants and reward you handsomely for your good taste?”
“You’re going to kill me.” He swiveled back to face his computer and mentally rifled through what absolutely had to get done before night’s end. He opened a folder and debated how they could work in tandem if he got his laptop out of his car. “How are you with spreadsheets?”
“Math major, remember? Computer science minor. Total geek at your service, sir.”
“I like when you call me sir. You should do it more often.”
“You wish.”
She slung an arm around his neck and leaned in to peer at his screen. As her fragrant hair tickled his cheek, his cock twitched in protest.
Just her nearness made his breath shorten. God, he had it bad.
“What do you need?” she asked into the silence.
You. Your sweet pussy, your mischievous laughter, your delicious scent wrapped around me so I can keep you close every minute I’m gone.
Work had suddenly become the last thing he cared about. That was happening more and more often lately.
Three guesses why.