Page 63 of Nothing to You
“Yes,” she said, feeling his lips curl against hers.
“Then who gives a fuck?”He guided her hand down to the bulge in his pants.“I’ll help you if you take the edge off.”
“You brought me sushi,” she whispered.
He kind of nodded.Their mouths stayed open, bonded in a semi-kiss.
“Got an even better source of protein for you right here.”
Her laugh burst out and she pushed him down onto his back.“Okay, don’t overexert the innuendo.”
“Is there such a thing?”
Out of her shirt and bra, he was loosening his belt before she got through with his shirt buttons.Work was waiting.Food plated.But, shit, there was only one thing either of them needed.
TWENTY-ONE
THE COFFEE HAD to go faster.It wasn’t that she was desperate to drink it, just watching it drip through was driving her nutty.
Impatience was not a virtue, but she had plenty of it.
“Coffee, coffee, coffee,” she muttered, bending at the waist to get closer to the pot.Maybe proximity would speed it up.“Mornings mean coffee.Even on a Saturday.Play nice, huh?”
A knock at the door straightened her up.A visitor?Who would look for her there?Roxie maybe.Was it too early in the day for Rox?
Franco came walking in the second the door was out of the frame.“I was thinking about the theme thing.”
“Please, Franco, come inside.”
As she turned, it seemed to dawn on her colleague that she was only wearing a shirt.
“Sorry, I thought you’d be up.”
“I am up,” she said, going back to the coffee machine.“My coffee is on a go slow.”
“Did you read my proposal?”
“Yes,” she said, propping her elbows on the counter, supporting her head on her fists.“I think so.Which one was yours?”
They had read them all.It wasn’t like they’d completely slacked off all night.Though the details were always second to his fingers, his tongue, his cock.
“I said the eighties,” he said, his voice moved further away to the other side of the breakfast bar.“Pop music, Madonna, you know?”
“She prefers Cyndi Lauper.”That was Rourke.Obviously, the boss was joining them.A yawn followed the words, and he smacked her ass hard.“Took my toy out of bed.”
“We’re waiting for coffee,” she said, her jaw staying on her fists.“Why don’t I have one of those bean to cup machines we have at the house?”
“I don’t know.Why did we sleep here last night?”
In only black boxers, he opened the fridge to grab juice that he drank straight from the bottle.
“He builds a multibillion dollar multinational but can’t figure out how to use a glass.”
She snatched the juice from his lips, leaving him with a dribble on his chin.Snagging the back of his neck, she yanked him down to clean it up with the tip of her tongue.
“I know how you like to school me, Mistress,” he said, reaching for her ass, but she swerved out of the way and put the juice on the counter.“When we going back to bed?”
“We have a guest,” she said, folding her arms to lean back on the counter in front of the coffee.“Franco wants to talk about the party.”Though he was kind of slack-jawed.“Who likes Cyndi Lauper?”
