Unconventional Fling (A Working Girl’s Guide, Book 1) by Allyson Lindt Page A

than you.” He lowered his mouth to her neck, sucking and biting hard on the sensitive skin as he slowly pumped inside her.
    Their pace increased, his cock hitting her G-spot every time she dropped down. His hands at her hips set the rhythm, his moans becoming hungry grunts as he pounded against her harder and faster.
    Another climax closed in on her, ripping through her. Her pussy clenched around him, and he never let up as he pumped frantically.
    For a moment he held his breath, and then his pace slowed rapidly to a stop. He rested his forehead against her chest. She dropped her chin to the top of his head, focused on every sensation at once—the ebbing pleasure, him still inside her, his breath against her skin, the brush of the air conditioner kissing away the heat.
    When she trusted herself to stand, she extracted herself from his lap. Her legs wobbled, and she giggled.
    “I don’t know if I’ve ever made a woman weak in the knees.” He tugged her back toward the bed, scooting farther up and indicating she should lie next to him.
    She crawled into the empty spot, resting her head on his shoulder and her hand on his chest. “I have a hard time believing that.”
    “Believe what you want.” His voice was soft and low. He trailed his fingers through her hair. “It’s never been like that before.”
    She didn’t know how to respond, so she nestled closer against him. Her eyes drooped shut, reminding her she hadn’t slept much that weekend. His hand between her shoulder blades, thumb rubbing lightly, sapped the rest of her consciousness, and she drifted off with a light smile dancing on her lips.
    * * * *
    Somewhere on the edge of her consciousness, Jade’s phone beeped. She forced her eyes open. Stupid alarm.
    “Ten more minutes.” Brandon’s mumble vibrated through her cheek.
    She snuggled into him one more time, searing the warmth of his touch into her memory, before sitting up. “I can’t miss my plane.”
    She scooted to the edge of the bed and grabbed her T-shirt off the floor. He wrapped his arms around her waist, lips running along the back of her neck and her shoulders.
    “So, what now?” The light kisses muffled his question.
    “Now? I get dressed. In about six hours I set down in St Louis.” She leaned back into the attention. Dammit, why couldn’t this last a little longer?
    “Not what I meant.” He nipped at her shoulder. “I mean us. What now?”
    A sick pit formed in her gut. She hadn’t figured that out yet. “I don’t know. But I know I can’t just walk away.”
    He rested his chin on her shoulder, the scruff of a day’s worth of unshaved beard scratching her cheek. “I was hoping you’d say that. Me neither.”
    She finished tugging her shirt on and leaned back into him again, enjoying his arms wrapped around her waist. Without pulling away, she grabbed her purse from the nightstand and plucked out a business card. Turning it over, she scribbled her cell phone number and personal e-mail address on the back. “Make sure you call me. If I can’t see you, I at least want to hear that million dollar voice.”
    His laugh rumbled through her back, and he took the card from her. “Million dollar, huh? I ought to make you my new agent.”
    She rested her cheek against his. “Promise you’ll call?”
    He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and laid a line of kisses down her cheek. “I promise. I know it’s weird with the whole ‘only knowing each other a few days’ thing, but I’m going to miss you.”
    The words dug deep. She knew anything she felt needed to grow before she named it, but she also desperately wanted whatever it was to have a chance. “Same.” Inspiration struck, and she grinned. “I’ll be in Dallas in three weeks.”
    He nipped her neck, sigh rumbling through her skin. “Fort Worth in four. Hook up on the weekend between?”
    “Looking forward to it.”
    “Then I’ll let you go for now.” He kissed the edge of her ear one last time. “Talk to