He offered her the bag.
"Wow, those are hot."
"I got you a double shot latte, too," he said, passing the cup over.
She accepted the cup, touched by the small, thoughtful ways he looked after her. He was a very easy man to love. That was part of the problem.
Suppressing a sigh, she peeled the lid off her cup and took a big, bracing mouthful of coffee.
"Guess we'd better head home," Eddie said.
"Yeah, I guess we should."
Chapter Twenty
They'd had to go straight to work thanks to thick traffic on the way into Melbourne, which meant that not only did Blue not have a chance to change clothes, she couldn't grab her make-up kit in order to cover the whisker rash on her neck, either. Thank God she'd gone to the trouble of rinsing out her underwear last night, or she'd feel totally disgusting.
"I was just about to call you guys," Raf said as they entered the staff room. He looked relieved "I take it the traffic was bad?"
He was at the sink, peeling an orange, while Steffi and Yuri were drinking coffee on the couch.
"It sucked big hairy ones," Eddie said, tossing his suit jacket over the back of one of the chairs.
Raf's gaze narrowed as he took in the crumbs clinging to the front of Eddie's trousers.
"Please tell me you didn't eat in my car."
"Okay. We didn't eat in your car," Eddie said blandly.
It was obvious he was lying, and Raf shook his head.
"I'm getting the Bentley detailed, and you're paying."
"I'm going to go set up," Blue said.
"I've got a bottle of hairspray in my bag if you need to do your hair," Steffi said.
Blue ran a hand over her head. "Thanks. That's probably a good idea."
"I'll grab it for you." Steffi jumped up and grabbed her bag, rummaging around until she found a travel sized bottle of hair spray.
"Thanks," Blue said.
"You can borrow my make-up kit, too, if you like," Steffi offered.
"Bless you," Blue said, accepting both gratefully.
She slipped into the Ladies and spent five minutes making herself look halfway decent before heading back into the fray.
Naturally, the first person she bumped into in the hallway was Eddie. His gaze flicked from her face to the shadowy V of her décolletage and she knew without a doubt that he was thinking about the way he'd teased her breasts last night. The thought that they were lovers now, that she would have his mouth on her breasts again soon, made her whole body flush with expectant heat. For a moment they eyed one another, trapped by their mutual lust.
Then she remembered where they were - any second now, Renarto or Corey or Steffi could find them like this, and the privacy she'd insisted on preserving would be gone.
Averting her gaze, she hurried past him. She was going to have to get a grip on her response to him if their arrangement was going to pass undetected by their colleagues, something that was very important to her. She didn't want an audience watching their every move. She definitely didn't want her colleagues pity or sympathy or well-meaning advice when things eventually imploded between her and Eddie. The very thought made her toes curl in her boots.
She had a full day, with one large five hour session followed by a couple of shorter sessions in the afternoon. Lack of sleep was catching up with her by the time she downed tools just after five, and she paused in the middle of cleaning up her workroom to stretch out her neck and shoulders.
"You look like you need a good night's sleep," Eddie said from the doorway.
"Yeah, well." They both knew why she hadn't had much sleep last night.
He entered the room, an intent look in his eye.
"We have a deal," she reminded him as he stalked toward her, alarm and desire streaking through her in equal measure.
"I remember - no one knows, one day a week, no staying the night."
Just when she thought she was going to have to find some self-control and push him away, he lay a hand on her shoulder and encouraged her to turn around. Realizing he was simply offering her a neck massage, she went willingly, letting her head fall forward as he dug his thumbs into her too-tight muscles.
"Oh, sweet Lord, that's good," she murmured.
She felt Eddie's breath on the back of her neck, then the warm press of his lips on her nape.
"I love it when your voice goes all low and lazy like that," he said near her ear.
Heat bloomed between her thighs and she felt her nipples harden inside her bra.
"Eddie," she said, even though she wanted to back up a half step and press her butt against his groin.
"You said one day a week. I'm still within my twenty-four hour limit," Eddie said.
She was about to call bullshit when he slid a hand onto her breast. The feel of his hand on her body was so necessary, so essential she was hard put not to turn in his arms and throw him to the ground.
"Anyone could walk in," she said as he plucked at her nipple through the thin cotton of her shirt.
"I could shut the door and lock it," he said. "Or you could invite me up to your apartment when I drive you home."
He popped a button free on her shirt, slipping his hand inside first her shirt, then the lacy cup of her bra. She sighed shakily, loving what he was doing to her. Eddie moved closer behind her, his hips pressing hard against her backside as he slid his free hand between her legs. For a long moment she closed her eyes and got lost in the feel of his fingers on her nipple and the needful pressure he was exerting on her clit through her pants.
She started to imagine what might happen if he shut the door then quickly caught herself. She had to stick to the limits she'd set herself.
"Come back to my place," she said.
He released her and stepped away.
"How long before you'll be ready to leave?" he asked.
She turned to face him, her gaze dropping to the crotch of his suit pants where his arousal was more than evident.
"Not long," she said.
Suddenly all she could think about was taking him in her mouth again. She licked her lips. She could almost taste him.
"All right," he said.
For a moment she wasn't sure what he was saying yes to - her thoughts or her words. Then she blinked and some of the haze of arousal receded and she could think again.
"I'll meet you at the car," she said.
He nodded and turned to go. She caught him before he exited, tugging his shirt free from his trousers so that his erection was disguised.
"So you don't scare any children," she said.
His gaze dropped to her mouth. "Don't be long."
His words echoed in her head as she finished cleaning her work space. She dumped her gear in the autoclave, then grabbed her jacket from the staff room. Eddie had the Ferrari running, the engine a low, animal growl as she exited the building. He watched her as she walked to the passenger side, then leaned across and pushed the door open for her. Neither of them said a word as he drove out of the parking lot.
Blue stared out the car window during the short drive, frightened by how turned on she was. She'd had him less than ten hours ago, and they'd had sex multiple times now. The newness, the specialness of it should have worn off. At least a little.
But it hadn't. If anything, she wanted him more. She had pictures in her head now, sense memories. She knew what she could do to him, and what he could do to her, and she wanted it. She wanted it all.
"Come on," Eddie said as they stopped in front of her apartment, and she followed him upstairs.
She didn't object when he used his key to let himself in. She was too busy reaching for his belt buckle and pushing him against the wall as she slipped her hand inside his trousers. He was incredibly hard, and she squeezed her thighs together as she imagined how good he would feel inside her.
But that was for later.
Sinking to her knees, she yanked his trousers and boxer briefs down and pulled him into her mouth. His palm found the back of her head as she began to work him avidly with hand and mouth.
She loved doing this to him, loved feeling his leg muscles tremble as his climax approached. Just when she was sure he was going to come, he clenched his hand in her hair and pulled away from her.
"Are you kidding?" she asked, sitting back on her heels to look up at him. Pissed that he'd stolen her moment of triumph.
"Get your clothes off," he said, his voice gravel-rough with need.
She started to object … then she looked at his big, beautifully hard cock and decided that she could fight that battle another day. She whipped her top over her head, then stood so she could shed her pants. Eddie scooped her up, carrying her into the kitchen. He'd barely parked her ass on the table before he was inside her.
"I thought about doing this to you all day," he said. "Every … fucking … second."
He leaned down to draw a nipple into his mouth at the same time that he found her clit with his thumb. She locked her ankles together behind his back as he stroked her inside and out.