Never to Love (11 page)

Any of the people walking through the office suite probably could have sued for creating an uncomfortable work environment. Once again, I didn’t care.

While licking my fingers clean, I looked up at the woman who still hadn’t moved her foot from its perch on my shoulder. Based on the smug satisfaction on Juli’s face, it appeared she was rather pleased with her loud indiscretion. Finally, I found something I cared about—getting inside of her as fast as humanly possible. Which is exactly what I did.

*

“You do realize you just obliterated your rule, right?” I asked an hour and a half later as we lay on my office floor, trying to catch our breath. “There’s no way you can blame that one on me.”

“So did you,” she replied. I’d expected to see her waging war with herself, but whatever she’d been fighting had apparently lost the battle before she walked into my office. The gloriously confident, overtly sexual woman I met in Vegas was back and wetter than ever.

“I’m in the process of drafting a new amendment to my rule. The final draft is currently being scrutinized by my lawyers,” I joked. “What’s your excuse?”

“Something like that. Don’t worry your pretty little head about it,” she mocked.

“Hey, there’s nothing
little
about it.”

“Yeah, yeah, you have a big dick. There’s no need to get defensive about it—everyone in Southern California already knows.”

“Damn right they do,” I muttered.

We were too worn out—at least I was—for the ensuing extended silence to become awkward. Once our breathing returned to normal, Juli was the first to break it.

“Your office is boring.”

“What?” I chuckled. “Do you think I should get a few arcade games? If I do, I want real ones. The computer simulators they try to pass off as pinball machines are for losers.”

“No, I mean it’s time to find a new place to fuck. This was fun, but it’s losing its novelty.”

“There’s always Finn’s office.” Yeah, I really liked that idea. “Lately, he’s been spending every Thursday and Friday night in our room upstairs. The other nights are hit-or-miss. If we want the best odds of not getting caught, Sunday or Monday would probably be best.”

“Thursday night it is,” she decided.

We lay there staring at the ceiling for a few minutes longer before she spoke again. “Do you think we’ll ever end up completely naked?”

She did have a point. Between the two of us, there’d been five orgasms since she walked through the door, and we still had most of our clothes on. “I’ve seen you in all of your naked glory.”

“I meant both of us, you know, at the same time.”

“We could get naked now,” I said, reaching for the buttons of my shirt. Seemed like a perfectly reasonable solution.

“Can’t. Marina and Tate are hosting a lunch thing with some of the idiots from the studio. I have to go and make nice.” Still flat on our backs, she dropped her head to the side to look at me, and I followed her lead.

“Since when does lunch with idiots take precedence over naked time?”

“Since we want these guys to give us money for the center.”

“How much more do we need?”

“The more money we get, the more of these things we can open, the more kids we can help, blah, blah, blah.”

“This is turning into a lot of work.” Not that I minded all that much; more work equated to more Juli time. “Why do you have to be there, though?”

“Because I have the best boobs,” she deadpanned. “Why do you think?” I was surprised she held back the “idiot” that belonged at the end of the question.

“I have no doubt your boobs are the best in Hollywood—probably the best in the country—but I’ll need to conduct a more thorough evaluation before I can certify them as such.”

“You couldn’t handle that much goodness. Your head would explode.”

“Isn’t that the point?”

“You’re insatiable.”

“You’re one to talk.”

“Whatever,” she said, groaning as she tried to pull herself to a seated position only to give up and lie back down. “Seriously, though, I need to get going as soon as I have enough energy. If I leave Marina alone with them, they might convince her to agree to appear in a PSA advocating for childhood obesity without her realizing it in exchange for a donation. She tends to trust people until they give her a reason not to, and she’s way too nice.”

“But you’re not trusting and nice?”

“You obviously don’t know me very well.”

Who knew I had a thing for bad girls?

“Aside from all of that, I need to talk to the morons about the junket for Tate’s last film. The damn thing’s been in post-production forever.”

“If you’re going to be talking shop the whole time, maybe I should tag along to represent the charity.” I had no idea why those words decided to come out of my mouth. Kissing the asses of idiots for money didn’t sound the least bit appealing. Kissing Juli’s ass, however…

“Do you really want to schmooze with a bunch of middle-aged men who make terrible jokes and chew with their mouths open?” she asked as if reading my mind. “Some of them are kind of pervy—I was only half-kidding about the boobs.”

No fucking way would they even think about Juli’s tits while I still had dibs. “I think I need to meet these pervs. For the project, of course.”

“You’re a jackass,” she said almost reverently. “Fine, you can come if you agree to behave yourself, and you can’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Without taking my eyes off of hers, I felt around beside me until my hand landed on the phone that had fallen out of my pocket at some point during our romp. I held down the button until it chirped at me and then said, “Call Stephanie at work.”

“Thomas?” my assistant asked as soon as she picked up. “Why are you calling from your cell? I know for a fact you’re in your office. The whole building knows you’re in there.”

“Too tired to get up.”

Juli held back her amused laugh. Covering the phone for a second, I whispered, “I’m definitely not too tired to get
it
up again.”

“Prove it,” she mouthed.

Turning my attention back to Stephanie, I asked, “Will you clear my schedule for the rest of the day, please?”

“No problem. I rescheduled three meetings as soon as Ms. Griffith arrived. There are only two more on your calendar this afternoon.”

“Remind me to give you a raise.” The woman always knew exactly what I needed and when.

“Already took care of that too.”

“Whatever you gave yourself, double it.”

“If you insist.”

When the call ended, I turned to Juli. “Looks like we’re going to be late.”

“Oops,” she said and then rolled on top of me.

Thomas

“I’ve waited so fucking long for this,” I said, sitting in my brother’s executive chair as Juli’s lips wrapped around my dick for the first time.

“Mmm,” she hummed, taking me deep in her throat. The woman on her knees at my feet was doing things to my cock that should have been illegal. To keep the crazy-good sensations from ending far too soon, I carefully timed the tightening of my balls with glances at the photo of the succubus on Finn’s credenza. How the camera hadn’t broken is one of the greatest mysteries of all time.

As I steeled my constitution to risk another glance at the hideous image, my phone vibrated. Watching it skid slightly across the gleaming surface of Finn’s solid cherry desk broke my concentration and almost caused me to tip over the edge. Quickly, I looked over, and the near-emergency was averted.

Thankfully, Juli hadn’t noticed the sound and her brilliant work didn’t falter. If she’d stopped, even for a split-second, at the wrong moment, I would have been in a world of hurt. Haphazard exposure to the image more dangerous than toxic-mold might’ve caused T.J. and his two buddies to retreat into my abdomen and never come out to play again.

Having the single-minded focus of a kid with a brand new Xbox, Juli also didn’t seem to notice the buzz indicating a new voicemail or the next three calls that followed in quick succession. Realizing I needed to take it, I gave in and let her finish me off.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuck!” I yelled, still underestimating her power as she sucked the come from my balls. Even after she’d gotten every drop, she continued to suck on my cock, refusing to let it soften. Even post-orgasm hypersensitivity wasn’t enough to get me to back away from her talented mouth.

The damned phone buzzed again, reminding me why I’d given in to begin with. Stroking her hair, I reluctantly eased out of her mouth. “I’m sorry, I need to get this.”

“I was wondering how many times you’d let it ring before you gave up and answered.” She grinned as she wiped the corner of her lips with the back of her hand.

“Yes?” I snapped at the person on the other end of the unknown number who was interrupting my play date. The interruption was only temporary. Before the caller replied, Juli had rolled a condom down my still-hard cock.

“Is this Thomas Ramsay?” a deep, masculine voice asked in a tone that dared me to snap at him again.

“Yes,” I said, extremely proud of myself for being able to both form and deliver a reply as Juli sat on my lap, sinking onto my cock.

“This is Detective Nash with the LAPD. Your son, Colton, is with me here at the Santa Monica Boulevard station. You need to come pick him up.”

Having heard the man’s words, Juli leaped to her feet while I was still trying to process them.

“Why is he there? Where’s Natalie?” I asked as I stood, shoving my dick back into my pants. My zipper put up a fight, refusing to do its only fucking job.

“Ms. Finch has been taken into custody. If you get here before ten, we will release Colton to you.” My hands were batted away from my pants. Juli quickly removed the previously forgotten condom and finished getting my clothes back in order. “If not, he’ll spend the night with someone from social services and you can pick him up in the morning.”

Looking at my watch, I realized I barely had enough time to make it. “I’m leaving now. Don’t let anyone take him.”

Shoving the phone in my pocket, I turned around in a circle, trying to figure out which way was out. I’d left my car with the valet earlier and getting it back would take more time than I had to spare.

Sensing my distress, Juli grabbed my hand and dragged me out of Finn’s office. “I parked in the back,” was all she said as she led me down a short hallway and out into the nearly empty executive parking lot.

“Where do you need to go?” she asked after she’d shoved me in the passenger seat of her BMW and climbed in beside me.

After relaying the information, I was grateful to learn her foot was made of solid lead.

Eleven minutes after being told I had fifteen minutes to get there, Juli pulled up to the curb outside the station and I jumped from the car before it came to a complete stop.

On a mission, I ran into the building and straight to a counter with a man in uniform standing behind it.

“I’m Thomas Ramsay. My son, Colton, is here.”

The guy behind the desk had to have been a rookie. He barely looked old enough to drive, let alone wear a badge. The kid perused the computer in front of him so slowly I thought it would take him longer to find what he was looking for than it had taken Juli to drive me to the station.

Shit. Juli. Thanks to this idiot, I apparently had plenty of time, so I reached for my phone to send her a text. Only my phone wasn’t in its usual place. I patted every pocket in my suit, including a few imaginary ones, and came up empty.

“Thomas,” I heard from behind me. Turning, I saw Juli jogging toward me, the spiky heels I’d planned to have digging into my ass cheeks dangled from her fingers. Had she always been that short? “Your phone fell out in the car.”

“Thank you,” I said as I took the phone from her extended hand. “For everything.”

“Of course,” she said, scrunching her brow as if she thought it was ridiculous for me to thank her. After setting her small bag on the counter, she leaned against the desk and slid her shoes back into place. Once she was back to her proper height, she tucked her purse under her arm and turned in the direction of the exit.

“Right this way, Mr. Ramsay,” the officer said, briefly distracting Juli, causing her to glance over her shoulder at the idiot who was staring at her ass. For some unknown reason, when she took her first step to leave, I grabbed her hand and towed her along behind me.

“What’s going on? Detective…I forget his name…didn’t tell me much on the phone.”

“Nash,” said a man in a suit, who was probably in his late thirties or early forties. “Detective Nash. You must be Mr. Ramsay?” Although all I wanted to do was find Colton and get him out of this hell-hole, I shook his hand.

“Yes, where’s my son?” Since I was so focused on the detective, I barely felt Juli’s hand stiffen in mine but didn’t take the time to analyze the reaction.

“He’s down the hall with a social worker. Perhaps your wife,” he said, directing his eyes at Juli, “could go sit with him while we talk in private for a few minutes?”

This time, I couldn’t help but notice the maneuver Juli made in a valiant attempt to yank her smaller hand from mine.

Fuck. The detective made it clear I needed to go with him, but I couldn’t stand the thought of my son sitting alone with a stranger for another minute. Especially a stranger with the power to make him a ward of the state, even if just for one night.