won’t be a shock. I told him I was going to wreck it.”
He tucked a loose strand of long blonde hair behind her ear. “He’s still family.”
“My dad and I haven’t exactly been close the past two, three, fifteen years or so.” He knew she meant her words as a joke, but there was a deep-seated sorrow in her eyes that killed the humor.
Marc ran his fingers through her soft hair. It fell in sexy waves over her shoulders. “I don’t think what you’re doing is going to mend any fences.”
Her face was sad. Marc was sorry he’d brought up the subject, but there’d been something in her expression when he’d talked about his own relationship with his parents that told him she wasn’t exactly comfortable with what she was doing. Despite their estrangement, Sophie clearly loved her dad very much.
Sophie loosened his tie. “Do you mind if we talk about something else? Or maybe we could talk about nothing at all.”
Marc cupped her cheeks, cradling her face as he bent to kiss her again. He was okay with silence. Sophie moaned softly when his hands drifted down to gently stroke her breasts through her blouse. Well, maybe not complete silence. He liked her quiet sexy noises whenever he kissed or touched her. She never left him guessing about what she liked.
The sound of silk on cotton filled the room as Sophie dragged his tie away from the collar of his shirt. Her fingers began working to free the buttons. Marc briefly considered how stupid he’d been to start something so heated here, during working hours. While there was nothing he wanted more than to fuck Sophie into oblivion, he preferred the idea of taking her for the first time in the comfort of his own bed, when they had all the time in the world. Right now, the clock was ticking on Janice’s lunch break and the rest of his workday. His schedule was ridiculously tight.
Sophie was a fast worker. She slipped his shirt from his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Her fingers explored his bare chest, toying with the light smattering of hair there.
Marc marveled at how quickly she was relieving him of his clothing. He gently grasped her wrists when she reached for the buckle on his belt.
She tried to shake him off but he tightened his grip. “Slow down.”
Sophie shook her head. “No. I don’t want to. Last night, after you left the bar…”
She’d obviously spent the night suffering from unrequited lust too. He could appreciate the feeling.
The phone in the reception area rang. Again, he cursed him impulsiveness.
“We’re going to have sex, Sophie. Make no mistake about that. It’s just not going to happen here, today.”
She glanced at his face, frustration radiating from her. “Why not? You’ve locked the door. There’s no one here.”
“Because that phone’s going to keep ringing. My receptionist is going to come back. I have someone stopping by for a meeting in…” He lifted his arm to look at his watch. “Shit. In thirty minutes.”
She frowned. “Then why did you start this?”
It was his turn to shrug. “I have no idea. You come around and I stop thinking with the right head.”
She laughed. “Yeah. I get that. I’m not usually quite so…” She paused, searching for a word.
“Horny?”
She rolled her eyes. “I was thinking ‘easy’, but horny works too. I haven’t had sex in a while.”
“That’s right. Probably hard to find someone after Chuck.”
“Ugh. You know, it’s bad form to keep bringing up that asshole.”
Marc placed a soft kiss on the tip of her nose. “Agreed. So was he your last boyfriend?”
“Boyfriend, yes. Sex, no.”
Marc tried to keep his face impassive but he must’ve failed, letting his surprise peek through.
“Jesus, Marc. You do realize I’m not really a princess, don’t you? I’m not always searching for Prince Charming or romance. Sometimes I just like to have sex.”
He grinned and decided on the spot that Sophia Kennedy was the hottest woman he’d ever met. He
He tucked a loose strand of long blonde hair behind her ear. “He’s still family.”
“My dad and I haven’t exactly been close the past two, three, fifteen years or so.” He knew she meant her words as a joke, but there was a deep-seated sorrow in her eyes that killed the humor.
Marc ran his fingers through her soft hair. It fell in sexy waves over her shoulders. “I don’t think what you’re doing is going to mend any fences.”
Her face was sad. Marc was sorry he’d brought up the subject, but there’d been something in her expression when he’d talked about his own relationship with his parents that told him she wasn’t exactly comfortable with what she was doing. Despite their estrangement, Sophie clearly loved her dad very much.
Sophie loosened his tie. “Do you mind if we talk about something else? Or maybe we could talk about nothing at all.”
Marc cupped her cheeks, cradling her face as he bent to kiss her again. He was okay with silence. Sophie moaned softly when his hands drifted down to gently stroke her breasts through her blouse. Well, maybe not complete silence. He liked her quiet sexy noises whenever he kissed or touched her. She never left him guessing about what she liked.
The sound of silk on cotton filled the room as Sophie dragged his tie away from the collar of his shirt. Her fingers began working to free the buttons. Marc briefly considered how stupid he’d been to start something so heated here, during working hours. While there was nothing he wanted more than to fuck Sophie into oblivion, he preferred the idea of taking her for the first time in the comfort of his own bed, when they had all the time in the world. Right now, the clock was ticking on Janice’s lunch break and the rest of his workday. His schedule was ridiculously tight.
Sophie was a fast worker. She slipped his shirt from his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Her fingers explored his bare chest, toying with the light smattering of hair there.
Marc marveled at how quickly she was relieving him of his clothing. He gently grasped her wrists when she reached for the buckle on his belt.
She tried to shake him off but he tightened his grip. “Slow down.”
Sophie shook her head. “No. I don’t want to. Last night, after you left the bar…”
She’d obviously spent the night suffering from unrequited lust too. He could appreciate the feeling.
The phone in the reception area rang. Again, he cursed him impulsiveness.
“We’re going to have sex, Sophie. Make no mistake about that. It’s just not going to happen here, today.”
She glanced at his face, frustration radiating from her. “Why not? You’ve locked the door. There’s no one here.”
“Because that phone’s going to keep ringing. My receptionist is going to come back. I have someone stopping by for a meeting in…” He lifted his arm to look at his watch. “Shit. In thirty minutes.”
She frowned. “Then why did you start this?”
It was his turn to shrug. “I have no idea. You come around and I stop thinking with the right head.”
She laughed. “Yeah. I get that. I’m not usually quite so…” She paused, searching for a word.
“Horny?”
She rolled her eyes. “I was thinking ‘easy’, but horny works too. I haven’t had sex in a while.”
“That’s right. Probably hard to find someone after Chuck.”
“Ugh. You know, it’s bad form to keep bringing up that asshole.”
Marc placed a soft kiss on the tip of her nose. “Agreed. So was he your last boyfriend?”
“Boyfriend, yes. Sex, no.”
Marc tried to keep his face impassive but he must’ve failed, letting his surprise peek through.
“Jesus, Marc. You do realize I’m not really a princess, don’t you? I’m not always searching for Prince Charming or romance. Sometimes I just like to have sex.”
He grinned and decided on the spot that Sophia Kennedy was the hottest woman he’d ever met. He
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