Heavy Issues (27 page)

“Hi there, soldier.”

Cole lifted his head from the computer. Even before his mind recognized that voice as belonging to Christy, his body did. The tension seeped away from his shoulders, and a smile broke over his face.

Christy stuck her head through the doorway to his office. “Can I come in?”

He leaned back in the chair. “Oh, I don’t know. Did you clear it with my secretary first?”

She snorted, already walking in. He loved that she didn’t take him that seriously. “Ah, so now that you’re back in the office playing boss, I need to make an appointment to see you during working hours? I don’t think so, soldier boy. Besides, which secretary? All I see is an empty desk.”

As she approached, the chime of a message brought her to a halt. She lifted a finger to Cole, read the text, then quickly composed a response, a smirk on her lips.

God, his woman and her phone. He didn’t know anyone who got more calls and messages than her. At all hours of the day too. Actually she got a fair share in the evenings also, from seven up to midnight. She called it the time of the professional eaters, whatever the hell that meant. And yet he couldn’t bring himself to be annoyed or put out, as he would have been during his life BC—before Christy, that is, when he’d have been exposed to a woman’s eccentricities. But his life AC was different, and Christy’s quirks made him smile. Go figure that one.

As she finally reached him, she brushed her lips over his. She was going to step away from him, but he held her head and deepened the kiss. She tasted so good he could spend all his life attached to those lips and never get tired.

The truth of the matter was he could spend all his life attached to this woman and never get tired. With her by his side, he was…happy. And scared shitless. It wasn’t only how much he wanted her, but how much he wanted from her that terrified him. He wanted so badly to hang on to Christy, but he had no illusions about his capabilities in that area. Basically because he had no clue how to navigate these strong feelings he had for her. At any given moment, he could do something without even realizing it and send all this to hell.

She perched on his desk and motioned to her phone. “That was Mike, by the way. Mrs. Wilkinson is back and is driving him insane. She’s found out the book cards and the clients’ info cards are gone, and she wants the crew to go through the trash containers in search of them.”

He chuckled softly. “I take it she’s freaking out big-time about tomorrow’s inauguration.”

Christy rolled her beautiful eyes. “Like you wouldn’t believe. I tried to sell her the virtues of e-books, but every time I explain to her managing fewer paper copies is a good thing, she looks at me, horrified.”

“She worries because things are spinning out of her control.” And didn’t he know how she felt.

Christy blew at her bangs. “No need to worry. Everything is ready; I’ve seen to it.” She looked around, then back at him. “So what are you doing?”

“Working,” he said with regret. He’d stopped going to the library some days ago. He had other jobs lined up he couldn’t postpone any longer. Not to mention the couple of demolition consultancies out of state he’d been dragging his feet about—rescheduling, in fact. He didn’t want to leave Christy, not even for a couple of days. “You?”

She shrugged. “I’m free. I just thought I'd pass by to say hi.”

“Ah yes, I forgot you don’t have a real job, that you’re on a sabbatical.” He loved teasing her about that.

She cocked an eyebrow, her witch eyes sparkling. “Says who? Maybe I’ve spent all morning going from place to place, trying to get hired. Maybe I’m here to apply for a job. Poor unemployed girl searching for an opportunity.”

He crossed his arms and braced his legs apart. “Really? I could maybe offer you one. Which kind of job are you interested in?”

“I don’t know,” she said, her gaze roaming over his whole body, sizing him up. “The glorified all-around intern? I’m quite rusty, because it’s been a long time since I had a boss to please, but I could give it a try. I’m highly motivated.”

He went instantly hard.

He’d always felt that being seriously involved with someone would kill his libido, but he’d been wrong. So wrong. He loved getting to know this woman, learning to recognize her moods, the different tones of her voice, what made her tick in the bedroom—and outside of it.

He’d go to hell and back before admitting it out loud, but even her choice of music had grown on him, die-hard Metallica fan that he was.

“Extremely motivated,” she added.

“Extremely motivated, huh?” he repeated, a smirk on his face. “I don’t know. Do you think you can handle me? I’m a very demanding boss.”

Her eyes were full of sex. It was a great look on her. “I bet you are, but I’m desperate for work. I’ll do anything. Work extra hard.”

“Are you trying to seduce me, Miss Goody Two-shoes?”

“What if I am? And it’s poor unemployed girl to you; don’t mess up my role-playing.”

He laughed. “Really? Okay, let’s see what I can do about that. Do you have any marketable skills I could find…useful?”

She blushed but pushed on. “Oh, I assure you I have plenty of skills, and you won’t be disappointed. And what I don’t know, I’m eager to learn.”

“Which position do you have in mind to start?”

“Position? Well, I’m a firm believer in working my way up from the ground.” And she dropped to her knees between his legs.

Holy shit.

“Christy?” he asked as she scooted down his desk and began unbuttoning him. “What the fuck are you doing?”

She smirked. That was a stupid rhetorical question if he’d ever uttered one. “Showing you how handy it would be to have me around in the office. I’m a great communicator. Perfect oral skills.”

He laughed. Christy had gotten more daring, but this he hadn’t expected.

While she unzipped him, he stared at her beautiful face, at those big, warm, chocolate eyes and those sultry lips being mischievously licked at the moment by that pink tongue, and his heart jumped into his throat. He caressed her cheekbone with the back of his finger, and she leaned into him, smiling. She was so sweet. How did he manage to get so lucky?

Christy got him in hand and petted him, brushing her lips all over his throbbing shaft, teasing him with her tongue and her teeth, his balls growing painfully tight. He tucked her hair behind her ears, watching as she worked him, his hips lifting of their own volition. From the corner of his eye, he saw her reaching inside her oversize handbag, but then she parted those sweet lips of hers, took him deep into her mouth, and he forgot everything but the gorgeous woman in front of him, currently closing her throat around his shaft. His body tensed, a groan escaping him.

She cupped his sac, pressing something against it, and then out of the blue his balls were vibrating and he was praying to all gods he didn’t come on the spot.

Cheeks hollowed, Christy pulled out slowly, suckling and swirling her wicked tongue around his aching erection, a cocky look on her. “Like it? I thought I should add new toys to your infamous drawer. Got this bullet from the pleasure party Elle organized for Tate.”

“Pleasure party?” he asked, confused, his sluggish brain not cooperating.

“Your aunt was there too. And Mrs. Patty.” He must have looked horrified, for she nodded. “Yes, I know. Don’t ask specifics. I won’t tell. Better this way.”

On that he was going to follow her lead. Besides, all his blood supply was in his crotch. He was barely able to breathe, let alone ask questions.

She took the devilish device and glided it up his shaft to his throbbing head as she licked his sac. Oh hell, he was so going to spill his load. She kept the toy on his slit as she licked her way up and then pulled him into her mouth, the damn bullet still vibrating against his opening. He threw his head back and groaned.

Then someone knocked on the door and entered. He froze.

“Cole, I went out to run an errand, but I’m back,” said his secretary, Marcy, from the door.

Thank fucking God for the big, closed-in desk he had. Christy was hidden from view by the wood panels encasing her.

“S-sure,” he said, barely getting the word out. Christy was laughing softly, because he could feel it against his cock. Witch. She pulled out, took the bullet away from his head, and when he thought she was going to stop and wait for his secretary to leave, she placed the bullet against the strip of skin between his balls and his ass and deep throated him.

Oh shit. Her mouth was so damn hot it was burning him alive. He gripped the arms of the chair and tried to look as if he weren’t having a massive stroke.

Yeah, good luck on that one.

“Are you okay?” Marcy asked, frowning. “You seem…tense. Are you sick? You’re sweating.”

His jaw was so stiff he was going to crack his teeth. He tried to smile.

She took a step toward him. “Do you need—”

“No,” he all but yelled. “I’m fine…just busy. Close the door on your way out…I don’t want to be disturbed. Buzz me only if there’s a major crisis, like World War III.”

“Sure.”

The second she closed the door behind her, Cole growled. Literally growled.

“You like playing, don't you?”

She smiled at him with a mixture of mischief and innocence that all but robbed him of breath and sanity.

“No, I just want to make you feel good.”

Her eyes were full of passion and tenderness, and his heart swelled at the sight of this perfect woman on her knees, ready to give him pleasure. Loving him with her hands and mouth. Before he could react, she sucked his crown harder, and his balls drew tighter, already boiling with his cum. Fuck, she was killing him. Unraveling him by the second.

He wanted to let go and lose himself in her sweet ministrations, give himself into her care, but she made him feel so much he feared if he didn’t draw back from that precipice, he’d explode into a thousand pieces and wouldn’t be able to pull himself together ever again.

Cole gripped her by her hair and wrestled back control, fucking her mouth in controlled, short movements, then forcing her to release him.

“My turn now to play.”

Not bothering with her complaints, he brought her up on her feet. Nudging her legs open with his thigh, he bent her over his desk. She gasped and turned her head to him, her eyes big and frantic, but he ignored her trepidation, and lifted one of her legs onto the desk. Yanking her soaked panties aside, he thrust into her, those tender pussy lips of hers welcoming him. She trembled in his arms while he rammed into her, pushing her body forward with each plunge. Her nails were digging into the desk, her gaze was fixed on the door, and she was panting. He could tell panic and arousal were merging, the adrenaline racing through her, enhancing her senses, feeding her excitement.

Without slowing the rhythm, he leaned over her and, fisting her hair, pulled her head back until he could kiss her. Then he took the vibrating bullet still in her hand and pressed it against her clit. She cried out, her whole body shuddering as suddenly her orgasm overtook her.

He gritted his teeth and tried to block out the feel of her flesh convulsing around him. He had to detach. No way was he coming. Not yet.

“You’ll come for me a couple of times. Then I’ll come shoved deep into your throat.”

She whimpered. He knew Marcy wouldn’t barge in on them because she never came into the office if he’d specifically asked her not to, which was the only reason he was allowing himself to fuck Christy on his desk, but Christy didn’t know that. For all she knew, Marcy was a second away from opening the door, and in spite of how exposed she had to be feeling, she wasn’t cowering away.

She was so giving. So generous. Letting him get away with his macho games. Always agreeing to his demands, no matter how over the top. He wanted to lean down to her and cradle her in his arms, kiss her gently, but he was too raw for that. He slammed into her, fucking her in hard, fast strokes, legs locked, teeth clenched. Holding back. As her core tightened again, she lifted up and reached for him.

“Let go, Cole. Come with me,” she whispered a second before her breath caught and her pussy clamped down on him like a velvet vise, pulling at him in tight, rhythmic contractions. He tried to pull back and remain detached, but there was no defense he could put up against this woman. No protective wall. She got him. She saw too much.

With his orgasm gathering at the base of his spine, it was all he could do to hold on to Christy and not lose consciousness. He closed his eyes, buried his face in her shoulder, and obliged her.

When his legs stopped shaking, he pulled out of her tight clasp and pressed his forehead against her nape. After several failed attempts, he managed to pull himself together enough to get his throat working.

“I like your oral skills. Very…advanced. High-tech,” he said, his voice hoarse. “You’re so hired. Don’t even dream about going to any other job interviews.”

Before he could halt her, she turned around. Her eyes, full of affection and tenderness, saw straight through him into his soul. He might be fully clothed, but he’d never felt more naked in his life.

“Sure thing, boss,” she said with a grin and hugged him.

God, he was shaking. Still feeling all too raw, Cole wrapped her in his arms and hid his face in her hair, his chest tight, his chuckles threatening to transform into something else altogether.

For all his macho tripping and theatrics, he was at her mercy. Eating out of her hand.

Christy glanced around, extremely pleased with herself. The library’s reopening had gone as smooth as silk. In the three hours the event lasted, probably every living soul in town had passed by.

The small ceremony with the mayor and the town’s authorities had taken half an hour, after which Mrs. Wilkinson had proceeded to entertain kids in the kiddie corner, where they had a blast. She might be something of a tight ass, but she was great with the little ones.

The romance author from Boston had read several chapters of her new book, which was a total success. They’d even gotten a bunch of people asking to sign up for the romance reading club, which, if Christy had any say, would transform into an e-club.