New Game in Town(3)

He could see the little pulse still hammering on her exposed neck, proof that she wasn’t as relaxed as she tried to portray.

Hmmm…interesting.

“No, no appointment,” he answered lazily. “I was going to the club after tonight’s game when I received a rather interesting email attachment from you.”

Connor pulled out his cell phone and began scrolling through it. “Hmm, here we are. Sent today at quarter after six p.m. from Gina. Subject heading…” he deliberately paused, raising a mocking eyebrow as he met her confused gaze head-on, “Possibilities?”

He felt a momentary pang of regret at teasing her when he saw the color leach from her face, her body a statue of shock. But a bigger part of him couldn’t help but torment her a little. Connor liked to think that very little could shock him at this stage of his life. He had been sorely mistaken. Gina’s email attachment had captured his attention in more ways than one. His stiff cock could attest to that.

After rereading her email multiple times, Connor had decided that there was certainly more to Gina than met the eye. And he was determined to explore the many intricate layers that made up this woman, unwrapping them from her delectable body one by one.



No, she couldn’t have!

Momentarily squeezing her eyes shut, Gina mentally went back to the email she had sent Connor from her cell phone earlier that evening. Rushing into her last meeting, she had wanted his final thoughts on possible players for the ad campaign she was finalizing. Gina had narrowed down the list of available players and now needed Connor to help make a final decision. She had attached the list to the email—the wrong list! Mortified, her head dropped down to her chest in misery. “Possibilities” was her personal list of….

“Imagine my surprise when I opened your attachment.” Connor’s mocking whisper flirted with the sensitive nerve endings on the side of her neck. He had quietly moved to stand behind her, his thumb deliberately moving aside her hair, exposing her delicate skin to his calculated touch.

He didn’t allow her to pull away when she took a step forward, instead, she felt his firm hands settle on her hips, securely anchoring her in front of his hard body.

“Gina, Gina, Gina.” She felt Connor’s shoulders dwarf her from behind, the sexy timbre of his voice enveloping her as he continued, “You had some interesting choices on your list, many of the guys on it would be great spokesmen for the new ads. But what really caught my eye,” he paused, closing the gap between his lips and the delicate shell of her ear, his teeth lightly nipping at the sensitive flesh, “were your comments next to each name.”

A soft sob of angst escaped from her dry throat while her body shuddered at his touch. Knowing she should assert herself and insist he let her go, Gina fought a losing battle—a battle with herself. Her head told her one thing, but her body another. Gina let her body win as she leaned back into Connor’s strong embrace, reveling in the desire his touch induced.

She felt his every breath whisper against her neck and along the shell of her ear as he moved his lips lightly along her sensitive flesh. Goose bumps raced down her spine, making her breath catch in her throat. His fingers pulled her silk blouse out of her skirt, and stroked the soft flesh of her hips, gradually making their way up to the underside of her aching breasts. Gina held her breath, waiting for his hands to cup her sensitized breasts, disappointed when he only ran his thumbs along the seam of her bra. Gina needed him to touch her pebbled nipples, to rub them between his fingers. She felt her sex ripple in response to that thought. She couldn’t remember the last time she had reacted so strongly to a man’s touch, if ever.

“Where do I start? ‘Sean, strong thighs to hold me in place. Paul, rumored to last all night. Matt, known for his size.’”

The feel of his teeth raking over her ear and his solid form pressed against her back were enough to make Gina swivel her hips in hunger, rubbing her backside against him as he recited the comments she had placed next to each potential lover on her list. Humiliation at having her private thoughts repeated out loud, and by Connor of all people, battled with the need his voice and touch created within her. Need seemed to be winning, a soft whimper escaping her lips, her head falling back, further exposing her trembling body to his masterful touch.

“Naughty Gina. How would the guys feel if they found out how you—what’s the phrase you women use—ah, yeah, ‘objectified them’, stripped them down to strictly their body parts? Not very PC of you.” He chuckled. “Then there was your interesting ‘To Do List’ that caught my attention. Number one was interesting, number three was downright kinky and number five… Well let’s just say that I have a feeling that there is definitely more to you than meets the eye.”