His Off Limits Best Friend - Vivian Wood Page 0,62

from his groin back to his eyes. She smiled. Finally.

His erection nearly hurt, he needed her so badly. Connor reached out and ran his finger across her lips while he pulled his length out. He left a trace of her come, and she licked it away.

Sam bit her lip and pulled him toward her. She maintained eye contact, and it was impossible to look anywhere but deep in that green abyss. He went to kiss her, but she ducked away—shy, like a schoolgirl. Instead, she lowered into a crouch, his cock inches from her lips. He looked to either side of the alley, but saw nothing.

Below him, Sam looked like a goddess. What did I do to deserve this? She looked up at him and gave him another one of those smiles he’d been so desperate for the past few days.

Connor closed his eyes, grasped his base, and waited to feel her lips on him. He could still remember the magic of her mouth. How it had felt when she’d taken him into the back of her throat. How she had licked the precum from his tip like it was the best thing she’d ever tasted.

“This has to stop,” she said, her voice like ice. He opened his eyes, and she stood once more, her mouth against his ear. She’d thrown his words from the plane right back at him.

Sam had tucked her breasts back in her dress and pulled down the hem.

She turned and stormed down the alley, somehow balancing on those cobblestone streets even in dangerously high heels.

Connor was left holding his dick alone in the alley, his mouth open and the taste of her all over his face.

27

Sam

Sam chewed on the pencil at her desk and stared at her computer screen. She’d been that way for an hour, but for some reason this client email was impossible to write.

Scratch that, she knew the reason. She couldn’t concentrate on a damn thing after what had happened in that alley.

She sighed, and instead sent the file to her boss that had been requested that morning. Immediately, a message popped up. This isn’t what I asked for??? Mrs. Whiteworth replied.

Shit. She’d messed up the simplest of tasks all day. Sam could still smell him on her. But it wasn’t just that—no matter how many times she ran over the event in her head, she just couldn’t figure him out. Was he just jealous? Perhaps. Horny? Definitely.

Still, she thought there was more to it than that. She’d dealt with jealous, horny men before. None of them had that fire in their eyes that he’d held the other night.

It was obvious he liked her. That much was evident when he nearly dragged her out of the club Tarzan-style. Sure, she’d egged him on. Ellie had called her out on that. She hadn’t known what he would do, but she hadn’t expected what had happened.

And now she was more attracted to him than ever.

Idiot! she thought to herself. Sam couldn’t help how she felt, but she knew how he treated her was wrong. Misogyny nearly sweated out his pores at times. How he treated all women was wrong. There were certainly hints that maybe he was more like his dad than he seemed. No, he’s not. You’re wrong.

Sam breathed out deeply and put her head on her desk.

“Taking a lie down, are we?” Mrs. Whiteworth asked. Sam’s head snapped up. She hadn’t heard the woman walk in. She walked like a cat, always on the prowl and silent.

“I’m sorry,” she said. Her entire body coursed with embarrassment. She scrambled for excuses, but came up with nothing. An apology would have to be enough.

“Sam,” the older woman said as she walked close to the desk. She crossed her arms over her chest and looked down at her. “Are you alright?”

That simple question nearly brought Sam to tears. She would not cry at work. How weak was she? “I’m fine,” she said, and forced a smile. “Really. I’m sorry about that wrong attachment, I’ll send it over right now.”

“I’m not concerned with the file at the moment,” the woman said. She smiled kindly at her. “I didn’t come all the way over here to make pleasantries. I asked if you’re alright.”

“I don’t know,” Sam said slowly. She realized it was the most honest thing she’d said in awhile. The time with Ellie and Aunt Mary had been good. They soothed her. But it had also just fed her wild need to lure Connor in. With