Love Thy Enemy (Red Stone Security Series) (Volume 13) (12 page)

BOOK: Love Thy Enemy (Red Stone Security Series) (Volume 13)
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“You’re not sick.” He swept his gaze over her, surprised to see her looking so casual, though he knew he shouldn’t be. She was at home, not work or a function. She had on skimpy beach shorts that showed a whole lot of skin, a tank top and the straps of a blue and white bikini tied behind her neck. She’d once told him that she had a small pool in her backyard so he guessed she’d been using it.

She crossed her arms over her chest. “So what? I needed a sick day, so I took it. And you showing up here to check on me is completely inappropriate.”

“As inappropriate as me eating your pussy at work?”

Her cheeks went bright pink. She opened her mouth but nothing came out as she stared up at him. Everything about her was adorable, right down to her painted cherry red toenails.

He was glad she wasn’t talking because there were some things he needed to say and if he didn’t get them out all at once he wasn’t sure he ever would. “We’re hiring someone new as soon as possible to be my assistant. You’ll work directly under Viktor when that happens. I don’t want there to be an imbalance of power between us and I can see how it could happen if I’m your boss—though to be fair, you boss me around a lot.”

She let out a shaky laugh and he could see some of the tension leaving her shoulders. That had to be a good thing so he barreled on.

“I want to be with you. I want…you to be my girlfriend.” Even saying that out loud was too strange. “Which is a dumb, fucking word. But I want to start something real with you and I know that can’t happen unless there’s a division between us at work.” When she watched him with those big dark eyes, not saying anything, he started to panic. “Say something,” he demanded—okay, snarled.

Instead of being taken off guard, like any one of his employees would have been, she rolled her eyes. “Jeez, Abram. You’ve just shown up and dropped a lot on me. Can we sit down and talk?” She motioned to the attached living room.

He didn’t want to fucking talk, but he did as she asked. When she sat on the long, white tufted couch he sat next to her, crowding her personal space. He’d been going crazy all day without seeing her, wondering if she was going to quit because of what happened between them.

Thankfully she didn’t seem to mind how close he was to her.

“I’m sorry I called in today. I felt really awkward about…what we did.” Her cheeks flushed again and he had to restrain himself from reaching out and touching her. “I know it was pretty weak, but I called in sick so I could think.”

“What’s there to think about?” He’d just laid himself on the line, made himself completely vulnerable. The very idea of doing that for anyone else made his skin crawl. Not that doing it for her was much easier. If she shot him down… He swallowed hard. He hadn’t thought that far ahead.

She clasped her hands together in her lap, her back ramrod straight. Even in her beach clothes she looked every inch the princess. “Well…us. I mean, you’re my boss and—”

“I won’t be your boss soon. And I’ve had HR and legal draw up papers so that no matter what happens between us, your job will never be affected. You will always have job security, no matter what.” He didn’t tell her that he wasn’t letting her go, that he planned on convincing her to take a chance on forever with him. Even he knew it was too soon to say that out loud.

Her pretty lips parted, her expression softening. “You did all that?”

“Yes. And…” He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out the long box he’d kept in his office for the last month. He handed it to her, not sure what to say. The thing had been burning a hole in his desk so he’d shoved it in his safe until today.

He’d overheard her conversation with a friend when she’d been on lunch break, talking about how once she’d gotten her retirement accounts maxed out for the next five years in a row, this was going to be her Christmas present to herself. Well fuck that. He was going to give it to her now. He wanted to give her the whole damn world, anything she wanted.

Her eyebrows raised slightly as she started to open the box. She let out a gasp when she saw the gold roped necklace inside. She ran her fingers over the thick chain almost reverently. “Abram, this is beautiful… Oh my God, no.” She handed it back to him, her hand trembling even as she looked at the beautiful necklace. “I can’t take this. It’s over eight thousand dollars.” She whispered the last part as if he’d committed a sin.

It was more like twelve grand because he’d had diamonds added to it, but he didn’t correct her. “Who cares?”

She blinked. “It’s too much. Way too much. And we’re not even… What are we?” She linked her fingers together again in her lap.

“I told you what I want. What do you want?”

“You. Since the moment we met.”

Relief slammed through him and without thinking he pulled her into his lap. She let out a squeak of surprise and then her cheeks flushed that sexy-as-fuck shade of pink again when she shifted over his erection.

“That’s because of you,” he murmured. He’d been walking around with a hard on for months because of her.

Sitting sideways in his lap, she turned more to face him, placing her gentle hands on his shoulders. He’d never thought to fall for anyone, but definitely not someone as delicate-looking as Lucy. He’d learned early on that she might look fragile, but she was a force of nature. He adored everything about her.

“So you and I…will be exclusive?” She sounded almost unsure about that.

He snorted. “I’ve been exclusive to you since we hired you.” Because the thought of being with anyone else had been impossible. After he’d met Lucy, gotten to know the sweet woman who’d completely stolen his heart, everyone else paled in comparison.

Her lips parted slightly. “But I saw… I saw a jewelry box in your desk drawer a month ago. Just like that one. I thought maybe you were seeing someone…” She trailed off and for the first time since he’d known her, he could see true vulnerability in her dark eyes.

Without looking at it, he clasped it, slid it into her lap. “This is the
same
one. I bought this for you. I’ve never bought jewelry for another woman. Ever.” He’d never even thought to. He’d had bed partners, that was it. No one he wanted to spend time with outside of the bedroom. Until sweet, sexy Lucy who’d become a bright light in his life.

“Oh.” She bit her bottom lip, still looking unsure.

It drove him crazy. “What?”

“Nothing, just trying to wrap my head around all this. I’ve been into you since we met and I don’t know, I tried to convince myself it was a stupid crush. Then when I saw that necklace I was…insanely jealous. Which I feel stupid admitting. It was gone the next day from your drawer so I assumed you’d given it to someone.”

He decided not to tell her that he found her jealousy hot, but he liked knowing she gave a shit. “Is that why you’ve been frustrated with me the last month?”

“No. Maybe…yes.”

He opened the box and lifted out the piece of jewelry, clasped it around her neck. “I want to fu—make love to you with just this on.” It was totally barbaric but he wanted to claim her while she wore something he’d given her. Like he’d marked her.

She made a soft little moan and shifted in his lap, her eyes going heavy-lidded.

“You like the idea of that?” He knew he should offer to take her out to dinner, to do things a normal couple would do. But the need to be inside her, to claim her, was overwhelming.

Her breathing grew shallower as she lifted a hand to the necklace, gently ran her fingers along it. “This is too much,” she whispered, but there was no conviction in her voice.

“That’s not an answer, baby. You like the idea of me taking you wearing just this?” He leaned down, nipped her earlobe between his teeth. “Maybe fucking you from behind in front of a mirror so you can see us? See how sexy you look when I make you come?” He wanted to do more than just fuck, but the way Lucy reacted to his words told him she
liked
the way he was talking to her.

She clutched onto his shoulders, her breathing erratic as he scraped his teeth along the column of her neck. “There’s a big mirror in my guest bedroom,” she whispered again, her voice shaky.

The statement ricocheted through him, making him jerk against her. He pulled back slightly so he could see her face. “You want…” For some reason he couldn’t finish the thought. Being here with her now was too surreal. In no reality did he end up with a woman like Lucy but here they were.

Her lips curved up into a mischievous grin as she slid off his lap. He made a move to pull her back but she dodged his hands and stripped off her tank top before turning away from him. Even the sight of her bare back got him insanely hot.

He was on his feet in a millisecond, following after her as she tugged the strings to her bathing suit free, letting her top fall to the ground as she headed down a brightly painted hallway.

All he could focus on was her back and the soft curve of her hips as she pushed open a door into a dimly lit bedroom. Sheer curtains were pulled together over the single window, letting in some of the waning early evening light. He leaned against the doorframe, fascinated with her, as she shimmied out of her shorts and bikini bottom without looking at him.

Her breasts weren’t large, enough to fill his hands, and though she was petite her hips were full and perfect. Everything about her was perfect.

“Will this do?” Her sexy voice brought his gaze back up to hers.

He realized he’d been staring at the juncture between her thighs—the little bit of hair covering her mound. He’d been remembering how she tasted, how she’d felt as she’d come against his face and fingers. She’d pointed to the huge wood-framed mirror propped up behind a daybed with all sorts of frilly female stuff on it and around it. The room had a sort of Parisian theme to it. Something he most definitely didn’t care about.

Keeping his gaze pinned to hers, he shoved away from the doorframe and slid his jacket off. She watched him carefully, her eyes wide and her body language just a little bit nervous, if the tremble that shuddered through her was any indication.

Moving slowly, he let her watch his every move, his hands going to his belt buckle. She sucked in a breath as she tracked his actions. When he was fully naked he grabbed a condom from his pants before stalking toward her. The most primal part of him liked it when she backed up to the daybed, her breathing raspy and unsteady.

There was nowhere for her to go, not that he thought she actually wanted to be anywhere but here. Her pale brown nipples were beaded tightly and he wanted to taste them, to taste all of her again.

Yesterday hadn’t taken off any of the edge from the need to have her. It had only stoked the wildfire burning inside him. When he reached her, his cock jutted up between them, pressing against her belly.

She sucked in a breath as she looked down between their bodies, and to his pleasure, she grasped his hard length, a smile on her face. “You really are big all over,” she murmured, more to herself than him.

Seeing the anticipation on her expression, the way her dark eyes went heavy-lidded as she stroked him once, made him groan as much as the feel of her fingers wrapped tightly around his cock did.

Even though he could easily come in her hand, he placed his over her smaller one. There was no way that was happening this first time. He would be inside her when he did. And she would most definitely come first.

When she looked up at him, he lowered his mouth to hers. Instead of crushing his lips against hers, which was what his body was demanding, his instinct said to take things slower with her.

At least this first time. He’d already made her come up against his office door; now he wanted to savor her, make sure she remembered their first time together.

The first time of many, if things went the way he hoped.

She slid her hands up his bare chest, her fingers digging into his pecs as he pushed her back onto the daybed. The thing was way too small but it would do for now.

He didn’t know where to start now that he had her stretched out before him.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he rasped out as he straddled her on the narrow bed. It dipped under his weight, making her giggle.

The light sound eased something in his chest.

“What happened to…taking me from behind?” she whispered, watching him carefully, her eyes slightly dilated.

He noticed she didn’t say the word fuck and found that insanely adorable. “We’ll get there.” He dipped his head to one of her breasts, sucked on her already hard nipple.

Moaning, she arched her back, sliding her fingers through his short hair even as she wrapped her legs around his waist, plastering herself to him. His cock was thick and heavy between them. The way she enveloped herself around him made all those possessive instincts he hadn’t known he even
had
flare to life.

“Abram.” His name sounded like a prayer on her lips and all he’d done was tease her nipple.

He bit down gently on the hard bud and she squirmed under him, her fingers now digging into his back.

Yeah, he could get used to hearing her say his name; wanted her to say it as he thrust inside her.

He reached between their bodies and cupped her mound even as he moved to her other breast, swiping his tongue around her nipple. He slid a finger between her slick folds, making her moan even louder as she rolled her hips against him.

His cock ached, begging to be inside her, but he needed to work her up a little more. Lifting his head from her breast, he crushed his mouth to hers.

She twined her tongue with his, just as hungry for him as he was for her. He could feel it in her every movement and hear it in every little gasp she made. When she gave his bottom lip a playful nip, lightly scraping her fingernails down his back, his balls pulled up even tighter.

Though he wanted to keep kissing her, teasing her, he wanted her to come even more. This first time would take the edge off.

Pulling back from her, he stared down at her for a long moment. Her breasts rose and fell as she watched him, her dark eyes filled with hunger. When she reached for his cock, he grasped her wrist and pulled her up to a sitting position.

BOOK: Love Thy Enemy (Red Stone Security Series) (Volume 13)
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