can’t be sure."
Every inch of her skin prickled with goosebumps from his touch, which was as soft as it was intense. When he kissed behind her ear, she whimpered and pushed herself up against him, just needing to feel his body against hers.
Pushing back, he took away her ability to form a coherent thought as his hard cock pressed against her. Nibbling her ear gently, he whispered, "I didn’t wear your pussy out last night, did I?"
"God, no."
"So you wouldn’t object…" He kissed the side of her neck. "…if I put another condom on, pulled you up on your knees, and fucked the living hell out of you?"
She couldn’t speak.
She couldn’t think.
She did the one thing she could do.
Reached for the nightstand drawer.
Nine
"Hey, Kat."
Kat looked over her computer screen at Jackie, one of her customer service reps, who leaned in through the office door. She barely suppressed a frustrated groan at Jackie’s knitted brow, which signaled more bullshit than Kat felt like dealing with today. She forced a smile. "What’s up?"
The knitted brow tightened. "We’ve got a pissed off customer on line four that wants free shipping on seven hundred pounds of cargo going to India."
Kat blinked. "Have you asked him what he’s smoking?"
Jackie laughed, but it was a nervous sound. She was still fairly new to the call center, and hadn’t quite learned to roll with the punches.
Sighing, Kat said, "Transfer it to me. I’ll take care of it." Jackie’s shoulders dropped as she released a relieved breath. It was the signature look of 'Thank God, I’m off the hook' that all of the representatives got when she took over with problem calls. A second later, she was gone.
Kat leaned back in her chair and glared at the empty doorway. Next time, you’re on your own, Jackie . She really didn’t have time for this, not with the hundred or so unanswered e-mails, dozen voice mails, and countless reports and shit she had to address before five today, but it would be less time-consuming to handle it herself this time rather than try to walk Jackie through it.
The call rang through, and Kat managed to maintain a professional attitude in spite of her desire to reach through the phone and strangle the idiot on the other end. Twenty minutes later, she hung up, muttering a string of curses before taking a deep breath, exhaling, and returning to the stack of reports on her desk.
She had just found where she left off when her phone rang again. Before she was even through with that call, Stan, the accounting manager, appeared in her doorway. She gritted her teeth and focused on her call, trying to ignore both his impatient stare and the way his nose whistled every time he took a breath.
Hanging up, she smiled at him. "What do you need?" What can I do for you that you could probably do yourself if you limited yourself to nine smoke breaks before lunch ?
"Can I borrow a couple of your reps this afternoon? Accounting needs to—"
She put her hands up. "Stan, I’m already short-staffed and we’re slammed today."
He scowled. "It’ll just be for an hour or so."
"Sorry." She shook her head. "If I had a full crew and we weren’t so busy, you know I would."
His expression hardened and he muttered something that hinted at conceding, but she was willing to bet money his next stop would be her boss’s office to ask the very same question. You were the sibling that always went and asked Dad when Mom said no, weren’t you, Stan ?
She put her elbows on the desk and rested her face in her
Every inch of her skin prickled with goosebumps from his touch, which was as soft as it was intense. When he kissed behind her ear, she whimpered and pushed herself up against him, just needing to feel his body against hers.
Pushing back, he took away her ability to form a coherent thought as his hard cock pressed against her. Nibbling her ear gently, he whispered, "I didn’t wear your pussy out last night, did I?"
"God, no."
"So you wouldn’t object…" He kissed the side of her neck. "…if I put another condom on, pulled you up on your knees, and fucked the living hell out of you?"
She couldn’t speak.
She couldn’t think.
She did the one thing she could do.
Reached for the nightstand drawer.
Nine
"Hey, Kat."
Kat looked over her computer screen at Jackie, one of her customer service reps, who leaned in through the office door. She barely suppressed a frustrated groan at Jackie’s knitted brow, which signaled more bullshit than Kat felt like dealing with today. She forced a smile. "What’s up?"
The knitted brow tightened. "We’ve got a pissed off customer on line four that wants free shipping on seven hundred pounds of cargo going to India."
Kat blinked. "Have you asked him what he’s smoking?"
Jackie laughed, but it was a nervous sound. She was still fairly new to the call center, and hadn’t quite learned to roll with the punches.
Sighing, Kat said, "Transfer it to me. I’ll take care of it." Jackie’s shoulders dropped as she released a relieved breath. It was the signature look of 'Thank God, I’m off the hook' that all of the representatives got when she took over with problem calls. A second later, she was gone.
Kat leaned back in her chair and glared at the empty doorway. Next time, you’re on your own, Jackie . She really didn’t have time for this, not with the hundred or so unanswered e-mails, dozen voice mails, and countless reports and shit she had to address before five today, but it would be less time-consuming to handle it herself this time rather than try to walk Jackie through it.
The call rang through, and Kat managed to maintain a professional attitude in spite of her desire to reach through the phone and strangle the idiot on the other end. Twenty minutes later, she hung up, muttering a string of curses before taking a deep breath, exhaling, and returning to the stack of reports on her desk.
She had just found where she left off when her phone rang again. Before she was even through with that call, Stan, the accounting manager, appeared in her doorway. She gritted her teeth and focused on her call, trying to ignore both his impatient stare and the way his nose whistled every time he took a breath.
Hanging up, she smiled at him. "What do you need?" What can I do for you that you could probably do yourself if you limited yourself to nine smoke breaks before lunch ?
"Can I borrow a couple of your reps this afternoon? Accounting needs to—"
She put her hands up. "Stan, I’m already short-staffed and we’re slammed today."
He scowled. "It’ll just be for an hour or so."
"Sorry." She shook her head. "If I had a full crew and we weren’t so busy, you know I would."
His expression hardened and he muttered something that hinted at conceding, but she was willing to bet money his next stop would be her boss’s office to ask the very same question. You were the sibling that always went and asked Dad when Mom said no, weren’t you, Stan ?
She put her elbows on the desk and rested her face in her
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