being great in bed as a teenager, for God’s sake. “No offense, but I’d be afraid to eat anything that came from that desk. Those look like they’ve been around since before the Reagan era.”
“You can’t be distracted by a handful of peanuts?”
“Nope.”
“Coke, Big Red, beer?”
“You know none of that’s what I came for.” She scooted forward in the chair to get closer to him, and if it also kept her from being sucked into the black hole between the seat cushion and chair back, all the better. “Have you thought about my proposal?”
He rubbed his palms back and forth on his chair’s arms. “I never would’ve taken you as the aggressive type.”
After the phone call from her father, she needed some human warmth and compassion more than ever, even if she had to be bold to get it. “Did you know people deprived of regular physical contact and the subsequent release of endorphins are more likely to become ill and depressed?”
“So you’re saying—”
“You’ll ensure my health, happiness and prosperity if you agree to have wild monkey sex with me.”
He steepled his fingers and leaned back in his chair. “That sure seems like a lot of responsibility for a simple roll in the sheets.”
Oh, no, retreat wasn’t an option. Allie hopped to her feet and sidled between the wall and his desk. “The sex I’m thinking about having with you might be uncomplicated, but hot and sweaty’s not always simple to pull off.”
He turned his chair to the side. “So how do we know it would be good hot, sweaty sex?”
“Well, let’s work this like they do at the grocery store.”
“Huh?”
“You know. They pass out those little samples trying to lure you into buying some new brand of dip or a cheesecake your hips don’t need.” She eased between his spread thighs, and forced herself to focus on his face instead of his zipper.
Cameron shook his head, confusion wrinkling his brow.
Allie bent over him and braced her palms on the chair arms. “I’m talking about a taste test.”
His pupils dilated. Oh, yeah, she had him right where she wanted him.
“Why do I get the feeling we’re not talking about cheesecake anymore?”
“Because we’re talking about this.” Allie closed the gap to press her lips against his. The kiss wasn’t hesitant. It wasn’t aggressive. It was a soft, smooth joining as she rubbed her lips across his, learning texture and taste.
Delicious.
When he angled his head to move the contact deeper, closer, Allie almost collapsed into his lap with relief. Without a word, he shifted, grabbed her by the waist and lifted her onto his desk.
This time, he initiated the kiss and immediately licked at her mouth, silently persuading her to open for him. She parted her lips, ready for an all-out invasion. But he used his tongue to tease and taunt. Daring her to come out and play.
As they sank deeper into the heat of each other’s mouths, Allie’s brain stayed plugged in just enough to produce a bleeping signal of Thank you , sweet baby Jesus. She ran her hands up Cameron’s forearms, sprinkled with silky dark hair, and wrapped them around his biceps. The heat poured off his skin and lit her up from her fingertips to the spot between her legs.
She tested his muscles, lightly sinking her nails into resilient skin. Yum. She scratched down his sensitive inner arm, as much for her pleasure as his. With a shudder, Cameron gently broke the contact between their lips and pulled away far enough so they could look at one another. Allie wasn’t sure what he saw in her face, but his expression was a little dazed and a whole lot aroused.
“Would you like paper or plastic?” she said, panting the words.
It didn’t take him a split second to catch on this time. “Princess, I’ll take it any way you package it.”
* * *
After Allie left, Cameron was tempted to check his parking lot for a railroad crossing gate.
Because, sure as hell, he’d just been flattened by the Allie Shelby
“You can’t be distracted by a handful of peanuts?”
“Nope.”
“Coke, Big Red, beer?”
“You know none of that’s what I came for.” She scooted forward in the chair to get closer to him, and if it also kept her from being sucked into the black hole between the seat cushion and chair back, all the better. “Have you thought about my proposal?”
He rubbed his palms back and forth on his chair’s arms. “I never would’ve taken you as the aggressive type.”
After the phone call from her father, she needed some human warmth and compassion more than ever, even if she had to be bold to get it. “Did you know people deprived of regular physical contact and the subsequent release of endorphins are more likely to become ill and depressed?”
“So you’re saying—”
“You’ll ensure my health, happiness and prosperity if you agree to have wild monkey sex with me.”
He steepled his fingers and leaned back in his chair. “That sure seems like a lot of responsibility for a simple roll in the sheets.”
Oh, no, retreat wasn’t an option. Allie hopped to her feet and sidled between the wall and his desk. “The sex I’m thinking about having with you might be uncomplicated, but hot and sweaty’s not always simple to pull off.”
He turned his chair to the side. “So how do we know it would be good hot, sweaty sex?”
“Well, let’s work this like they do at the grocery store.”
“Huh?”
“You know. They pass out those little samples trying to lure you into buying some new brand of dip or a cheesecake your hips don’t need.” She eased between his spread thighs, and forced herself to focus on his face instead of his zipper.
Cameron shook his head, confusion wrinkling his brow.
Allie bent over him and braced her palms on the chair arms. “I’m talking about a taste test.”
His pupils dilated. Oh, yeah, she had him right where she wanted him.
“Why do I get the feeling we’re not talking about cheesecake anymore?”
“Because we’re talking about this.” Allie closed the gap to press her lips against his. The kiss wasn’t hesitant. It wasn’t aggressive. It was a soft, smooth joining as she rubbed her lips across his, learning texture and taste.
Delicious.
When he angled his head to move the contact deeper, closer, Allie almost collapsed into his lap with relief. Without a word, he shifted, grabbed her by the waist and lifted her onto his desk.
This time, he initiated the kiss and immediately licked at her mouth, silently persuading her to open for him. She parted her lips, ready for an all-out invasion. But he used his tongue to tease and taunt. Daring her to come out and play.
As they sank deeper into the heat of each other’s mouths, Allie’s brain stayed plugged in just enough to produce a bleeping signal of Thank you , sweet baby Jesus. She ran her hands up Cameron’s forearms, sprinkled with silky dark hair, and wrapped them around his biceps. The heat poured off his skin and lit her up from her fingertips to the spot between her legs.
She tested his muscles, lightly sinking her nails into resilient skin. Yum. She scratched down his sensitive inner arm, as much for her pleasure as his. With a shudder, Cameron gently broke the contact between their lips and pulled away far enough so they could look at one another. Allie wasn’t sure what he saw in her face, but his expression was a little dazed and a whole lot aroused.
“Would you like paper or plastic?” she said, panting the words.
It didn’t take him a split second to catch on this time. “Princess, I’ll take it any way you package it.”
* * *
After Allie left, Cameron was tempted to check his parking lot for a railroad crossing gate.
Because, sure as hell, he’d just been flattened by the Allie Shelby
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