“Fuck. Scarlett. Fuck.” He gave me a few more rough shoves before his movements became erratic. I watched as he furrowed his brow and grunted, masculine and deep, as his cock kicked inside me. His chest muscles and abs flexed, tension in every inch of skin. Gorgeous. He stayed deep, coating me with him as I lay boneless and spent.
When he was done, he leaned over, propping himself up with his hands.
“You said it.” He grinned, his breaths coming in pants and his body glistening with a fine sheen of sweat. “I won.”
I sat up, resting on my palms so that our bodies were parallel but not touching. “You did?” I flicked my gaze down to his lips and back to his eyes. “I don’t think so.”
“You said my name, Scarlett.” He leaned in for a kiss, but I dipped back, staying out of range. “That means I win.”
“Yeah?” I rolled my hips, working his half-mast cock. “I’m pretty sure I won.”
He groaned and, to my surprise, hardened a bit more. “How’s that?”
“You forgot something.” I leaned up and licked his lips before moving away again.
“What?”
I grinned. “I came twice.” I scooted back, hating that he was no longer inside me but loving the feel of beating him at his own game.
He didn’t let me get far. Gripping my hips, he wrenched me back beneath him, my damp skin skidding on the marble table. He wrapped his fingers around my wrists and pinned me, the devious sparkle in his eyes sending a lick of heat between my already-aching thighs.
“Let’s see if we can’t even this up a bit.” He seated himself to the hilt, his cock hard and getting harder by the second.
I arched an eyebrow. “If you aren’t able make it three for me, I win.”
“Damned if I do. Damned if I don’t.” He dropped his mouth to my ear and nibbled at the lobe. “Maybe losing to you isn’t as bad as I thought.”
Chapter Ten
Kennedy
I tossed in my bed, trying to fall asleep. God knew I was tired enough to pass out after fucking Scarlett long and hard. I couldn’t help the grin that overtook me in the dark. That woman was a wildcat up underneath her stuffy exterior. Who knew?
The sounds she made played on a loop in my mind and I grew hard, my dick tenting the sheet. I wanted her again. I’d wanted her the moment she’d straightened her clothes and hustled out of the conference room, giving me a deadly look over her shoulder.
I closed my eyes, mentally chastising my dick for getting overexcited when I needed to sleep. I’d see Scarlett again in eight hours, tops. Would she let me fuck her in the office again? I would definitely give it a try, maybe in her office¸ or—even better—in Guy Porter’s office. Fuck, that would be epic.
I forced my breathing to slow, flashes of her dark hair splayed on the table and her tits bouncing with my impacts slowly fading until all I saw were her eyes. Then my phone rang.
I flipped over, hoping she was the booty call type. I frowned, the display showing Carey’s name.
I swiped across the screen and answered. “What’s up?”
“The encryption broke.”
Finally, some movement in the case. I checked my alarm clock. It was almost 2 a.m. “That’s great news. I’ll be in first thing.”
“No. You’re going to want to see this now.” His voice was quiet, and seemed somehow strained.
I sat up, alarm racing through my blood. “What is it? Tell me.”
“Not over the phone. Meet you at the office. Scarlett’s on her way.” The call ended, and I stared at my phone for a moment before jumping out of bed and throwing on a Tshirt and jeans.
Though it was late, plenty of Mardi Gras partiers wound their way through the thoroughfares of the Garden District and closer to downtown. A light rain didn’t deter them from their revels, and I remembered several Mardi Gras nights where I had been one of the all-night boozers. After a short drive, I pulled into Stone & Porter’s deck and parked next to Scarlett’s SUV.
By the time I made it to the conference room, she was leaning against the table and running a hand through her hair. A flash of her in a similar position from earlier in the night flitted across my mind. I pushed the thought away before my dick got too excited and made a scene.
“Where’s the fire?” I shoved through the door and Carey jumped, turning quickly before settling back down and scrubbing a hand across his face.
Scarlett gave me her usual glare, and I took in her jeans and law school Tshirt. She filled both items of clothing out nicely.
“We have a problem.” Carey put his head down as Scarlett nodded in agreement.
“Which is?” I plopped down in a chair and stifled a yawn.