Conflict of Interest - By Allyson Lindt Page 0,27

the padded bench behind him. He rested one hand against her butt and pulled her closer. With her foot on the bench he was eye level with her waist. He brushed her skin when he traced a finger along the crotch of her panties and then shoved the fabric aside. His tongue trailed along the same path, and she arched her back at the sensation.

He found her aching button and flicked back and forth across it. She had to bite her lip to keep from moaning out loud. A wave of disappointment crashed over her when he stopped, but it didn’t last long as he plunged inside her, licking her inner walls. His thumb found its way to her clit instead, massaging hard.

Climax built inside her rapidly, rushing through her without warning. Her fingers tangled in his hair, holding his face close as she thrust against him, legs suddenly growing weak as she peaked.

She pulled away from his touch slowly, shuddering with each brush of his thumb against the now hyper-sensitive region. A tiny exhale escaped, but still she kept her voice down.

She was grateful when he ran a hand down the back of her shaky leg and lowered it to the ground. He grabbed a cellophane square from his wallet and rested his hands on her hips, pulling her down so she was straddling his legs and hovering over his lap.

“Do you have any idea how desperately I want to be inside you right now?” he growled in her ear. “To feel you wrapped around me?”

She didn’t have a clever comeback, so she pressed her mouth to his, tasting the lingering traces of herself as she kissed him hard enough her teeth scraped the inside of her lips. She reached between their legs to slide down his zipper. He groaned against her mouth when her fingers found his rigid shaft, working it loose from its prison. His hand joined hers, brushing between her legs again as he slid on the condom.

His head hovered right at the edge of her eager opening, and she let out a sharp gasp when he plunged deep inside, stretching her out and filling her up.

She rocked slowly against him. His fingers traced up her chest, undoing the top two buttons on her blouse. He sucked and kissed along the exposed skin. Every time he thrust inside her, he hit something deep. His hips ground with increased pace and need, and she rode him to match the intensity. She felt another wave rush through her, this one slower, and clenched her jaw to keep her moans from escaping.

He slammed inside her, mouth pressed into her chest, her skin absorbing and vibrating from his grunts. She clenched around him as she climaxed a second time, still pushing hard, wanting to ride the feeling out.

He jerked hard and fast until his rhythm slowed and then came to a stop.

He rested his cheek against her ribs, breathing heavy. She laid her head on top of his, not able to think of anything to say. That had been such a bad idea. So why didn’t she regret it?

He slipped out of her as he softened, and after a few minutes, she found the strength in her legs to stand. She struggled to keep her voice even as she straightened her clothes and hair in the full-length mirror behind him. “I should let you try this stuff on.”

He leaned back, head resting against the mirror, and studied her with an unreadable expression on his face. “Yes, ma’am.”

She stepped out of the dressing room and latched the door shut behind her. The department was empty—even Evan had vanished—so why did she feel like everyone in the world knew what they had just done? Even worse, why didn’t she care? Instead, she felt a whisper of guilt at the defeat in the voice of the man she’d left in the other room. Guilt and the overwhelming desire to find the next place they could get away with that. Preferably somewhere she wouldn’t have to be quiet.

Chapter 8

Scott tugged on the sleeves of the tailored jacket and stretched his neck. It wasn’t that it didn’t fit well, it just didn’t fit as well as some of those he had in his closet. Still, Kenzie had picked it out, and he was putting on the playing-nice face, so he might as well wear it at least once.

Besides, they were meeting with Hank Cartee, and Scott wanted to reinforce the fact that he was obeying