Working Stiff(82)

His ragged breath was hot on her neck as he plunged into her, pumping hard, every thrust rubbing over her clit. Rox shoved him, trying to get away from him a little because the sensation ground into her, tightening her so fast, so hard, knotting her inside. She writhed, and he crushed her against his chest and shoved up into her, growling and grinding against her.

One more hard thrust deep into her shattered the tension. Passion flowed from her center outward, rocking her on waves all the way to her fingertips and toes, silencing the world around her for long moments.

The first thing she heard was Cash’s breath, harsh and warm on her neck as he groaned her name, his deep voice hoarse with passion. His cock still throbbed inside her, pulsing heat.

She clung to his neck and shoulders, panting, too emotional to let go of him.

Dang it, tears were burning in her eyes.

One of his hands stroked her hair, the other one braced behind her on the desk to keep them both from falling backward, and he murmured, “Lieveke,” again and again.

She rested her forehead against his strong shoulder, the fine fabric of his suit smooth against her face.

When she could breathe, when she could think, she loosened her arms around his neck. He backed up a little, but he rested his forehead against hers, his eyes still closed. “Lieveke.”

“Casimir,” she whispered.

His open lips rose in a slight smile. “Yes.”

They stayed there for another minute, still breathing hard, until Rox sighed and pushed his shoulder a bit to tell him to get off of her.

He stepped back, reaching for a tissue from the box on his desk and mopping himself dry before zipping up.

Rox realized the problem.

Panic. “Did you use a condom?”

“Oh, shit.” His emerald eyes widened. “I’m sorry. I meant to. I have some right here in my desk.” He opened a drawer. “I meant to grab one, but once I got your panties off, I couldn’t think straight.”

Rox could have gone forever without knowing about the condom stash in his desk—

He pulled out a long ribbon of joined foil packets, more than a dozen of them.

—and she could have gone way longer without knowing how damn many he had in there. “Are you serious?”

“Oh, my God,” he said to her, his eyes wide and honest. “I am so sorry.”

“It’ll be okay,” she said, freaking out inside but not shaking too much. “I’m sure it’ll be okay. Nothing will happen.”

He grabbed her again, holding her to his chest. “I just had a check-up. My blood tests were all clear. If anything happens—”

“Nothing will,” she said again. “I’ll pick up one of those morning-after pills on the way home. It’ll be fine. Really.” She snuggled closer to him anyway. “I should go on the pill anyway.”

Going on the pill for a month or two seemed stupid, a long-term solution to a short-term problem, but she could probably just call her GYN and have them phone in a prescription.

Cash said, “I mean it. If anything happens—”

“Nothing will,” she told him again, putting some courtroom steel in her voice. “I’ll make sure of it. I wouldn’t trap you like that. Or cause problems like that. Or whatever.”

“Is that what you think it would be?” he asked, his voice soft near her ear. “A problem?”

“Of course. We’re just playing around.”

He stood and looked down at her, a soft smile playing at the edges of his mouth. His lips were still swollen from kissing her. “I’m not playing around, lieveke.”

“Oh, Cash. I’ll bet you say that to all the girls.”





GIRLFRIEND-ZONED





Ten minutes later, Rox had straightened her clothes, pulled her underwear and jacket back on, and could reasonably pass for a professional woman in an office who had not been freshly fucked.

Probably.

Cash, meanwhile, had tucked himself all back together and was going over the notes for their meeting with the DiCaprio people in fifteen minutes. As usual, he looked perfect. He hadn’t even wrinkled his suit.

She finger-combed her hair in her reflection in the window. Men had it so danged easy. She looked as presentable as she was going to. “Ready?”

“Certainly. You’ve done an excellent job with the notes, as usual.” He gestured to his suite of couches by the door. “Why don’t you rest while I go to the meeting?”

Rox’s mouth fell so far open that flies might have gotten in. “I beg your pardon?”

He ran his hand down her arm as he walked by her, a caress. “Stay in my office. Relax for a few hours. I can run this meeting.”

“I always come into meetings with you!”