"Yes! Oh God, yes!" Della cried out, and her body went rigid in my arms before it began to shake underneath me. I wrapped both my arms around her and held her as we both came back down from the climax she'd sent us spiraling off into.
"What the hell did you do to me?" I asked, holding her close.
She leaned back against my chest and a smile tugged at her lips. "I f**ked you and I did a real good job," she replied.
I hadn't expected that response. Laughing, I picked her up, carried her over to the nearest chair, and sank down into it with her in my arms.
"That was incredible," I told her before pressing a kiss to her neck.
"Do you feel better now?" she asked, arching her neck so I could access it better.
"That depends," I replied.
"On what?"
"If I can convince you to stay in here with me all day."
"You have to work," she said, turning her head to look up at me.
"Mmm, but if you're here with me I can concentrate. And then you can get naked for me again and be a naughty girl when I need you."
Della threw her head back and laughed. The sound of it made everything in my world right.
Della
The phone on Woods's desk beeped twice. "Mr. Kerrington, Miss Greystone is here to see you," the secretary's voice announced through the speaker.
Woods closed his eyes and laid his head back on the chair we were sitting in. "Damn. What the hell does she need now?"
Did she come here often? I fought back the jealousy that wanted to eat its way inside me. Of course she came by to see him. She was staying with his mother and helping her deal with things, which in turn was helping Woods. Unlike me. I wasn't doing anything to help him. I didn't know what to do.
I started to get out of his lap but his hands tightened on me.
"We need to get dressed."
"Don't leave me here with her."
I leaned over and kissed the tip of his nose. "I won't go anywhere. But I prefer to be wearing clothes when she walks in."
Woods let out a sigh and let go of me so I could get up and get dressed.
"You get dressed, too. I don't care what she's seen before me, I don't want her seeing it now."
Woods laughed out loud and stood up. "I'm going to put my clothes on, sexy. Calm down."
We both grinned at each other as we dressed. I liked the idea of her coming in here and seeing us together and knowing what we had been doing. It was silly for me to feel that way, but I did.
"You can send her in," Woods replied, standing at his desk while he watched me fix my hair, which our wild sex had messed up. My ponytail was barely hanging on.
The door swung open and I spun around to see Angelina strutting inside like she belonged here. "I don't know why you . . ." Her voice trailed off as her gaze landed on me. I finished adjusting my ponytail and let my hands fall back down to my sides.
"Did you really just---"
"Why are you back?" Woods cut off her question.
Angelina jerked her gaze to him as if he'd slapped her. I watched as she fought to compose herself. Woods hadn't bothered to run his fingers through his hair and it was messed up from my hands being in it. I bit back a smile as I looked at his properly rumpled appearance.
"I came back to tell you your mother wants to have you over for dinner," Angelina said tightly.