So. Long(38)

“Everything okay?”

She stops halfway down the hall. “I’m a little embarrass—”

I put my finger over her lips. “About your rump raspberry yesterday? Don’t be. Everyone lets one every now and then. You’re human.”

She bites her lip and then cracks a smile. “Rump raspberry?”

I give her a one-shoulder shrug. “I was trying to say it nicer than ass flapper.”

Her eyes go wide. Then she throws her hand over her mouth as she bursts out laughing.

“Well, my mom always has been one to squeeze the booty belches out of me.” She shakes her head and continues down the hall.

Her booty’s looking mighty fine to me. “You need a more delicate term…something like turd tulip or panty puffer.”

“Panty puffer isn’t bad.” At a large desk, piled with papers and books, she pulls out a chair and offers it to me. “Okay, now that we’ve established that I know how to tush tickle with the best of them, the name of the file I need is Rage.

“Rage? Damn. Sounds like a book I might enjoy.”

She giggles. “Maybe. But I kinda doubt you’d like the read.”

“Oh, you never know. I like to read. What kind of book is it?”

Kelsey opens her mouth like she might answer, but then she closes it and shakes her head. “Let’s save that conversation for another day. I really just need to get this file restored if possible.”

I shrug. “Okay, but—I might like it. I read all kinds of stuff.”

“Perhaps.” A sly smile plays at her lips.

I turn to her computer and start ferreting through her files. “Did you check your recent documents file?

“I don’t know. I checked all the files I could find with the file name.”

I pull up a couple of the files that look like they might be what she wants and I open them on her desktop. “Take a look at these, see if either one is the one you need.”

I move, and she takes my place, scrolling through the docs. The first one, she shakes her head and clicks on the red X to close it. About halfway through the second, she squeals.

“Oh my gosh! This is it. You found it. How’d you find it?”

“A little talent I picked up here or there.”

She jumps out of the seat and throws her arms around my neck, giving me a big, smacking kiss on my mouth.

I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her to me. “If I’d have known I was going to get kisses, I’d have showered before I came over.”

“Sorry. I’m just so freaking happy.”

I tighten my hold on her and look directly into her eyes. I hold my breath until she starts to fidget, then I say, “Let me take you out—on an actual date this time.”

Her expression goes through a few emotions before settling on something that looks like regret. “Aw, that’s sweet. It is, but I—I can’t.”

“Can’t?”

“No. I’m busy. Like super, super busy.” She tries to back out of my arms.

Bringing her hard against my chest, I dip my head until our mouths meet. I nibble her lower lip and slip my tongue along it, silently asking her to invite me in.

She opens her mouth, and her tongue meets mine like she’s been waiting for this kiss as much as I have.

And I have.

Every time I lay eyes on her, I think of her mouth. How soft it is. How sweet she is. How her scent fills me with the need to fill her.

I slide my fingers through the hair at her nape and push her against the edge of the desk.

She lifts her leg and wraps it around my waist. My cock hardens as she lets my erection press into that soft place it wants so badly to get into.

Her hands find my ass and squeeze just enough to make my dick strain even more against my zipper. I lay little kisses from the corner of her mouth, along her jaw, to the pulse point of her neck, and then I bite just hard enough to stake my claim.

She lets out a little moan, so I do it again and then soothe the spot with open-mouthed kisses, sucking softly each time. Kelsey leans her head back, allowing me to—

“Hey, what’re you—Oh. Oh.” As Leigh walks in, her voice works like a bucket of cold water dumped over Kelsey.

She pushes me away and straightens her top. “Nothing. We’re not doing a thing.”

I turn to Leigh and grin. “Didn’t feel like nothing to me.”

Leigh’s eyes shine. “Yeah, and it sure didn’t look like nothing from over here.”

Kelsey steps around me and grabs her friend by the elbow. “C’mon. Adam is just leaving.”

“I am?”

She glares at me, her blue eyes ice-cold and hard. “Yes. You are. I really appreciate your help. Thank you. Have a nice afternoon.”