as if a conference of horny ladies got together and decided on a poster boy. Monty was their pick.
“That’s why I’m here. To beg you to come back.”
As he was saying the last part, he stepped right up to me, and his hot breath fanned over my cheeks and down my chest.
I bit my lip to stop myself from ruining my chance at getting my job back. I wanted it back, but I’d have to discuss a few important things with him first.
It wouldn’t help for my clit to do the talking for me because it very much wanted to.
“I don’t see you on your knees,” I said with instant regret.
Dammit, Julia. Focus on the job, not the hot boss who has wet dream potential.
The corner of his lips ticked up. He watched me for a moment before he jerked his head toward the house. “You haven’t invited me inside, or do you expect me to beg you out here for anyone to see?”
God, I wanted to fuck him so bad. I bet he was good at it too. It was always the nerdy ones who made sure the woman got her O.
I wondered how many orgasms he’d give me?
He shrugged and said, “Okay, I guess out here.”
Monty began to kneel before I grabbed his arm. “Sorry, something distracted me. Please come inside.”
I waved him toward the house. Once we were in the house, he glanced at the stairs. Was he thinking the same thing I was? To take this straight up and into my bedroom and work out the details of the job in bed? Because my brain hadn’t stopped thinking about that since he said the word “beg.”
“Would you like a muffin?” I asked as I directed him into the kitchen toward the breakfast table.
Preferably my muffin . . .
“No thanks, just ate lunch.” He pulled out my chair as I sat. Little things like that made me want to jump his cock even more.
I watched him take a seat, pressing down his tie and looking totally fuckable. It was no use; I couldn’t stop thinking about riding his cock. I only hoped nothing slipped out while we were discussing my job.
“About your job . . . I would like to apologize for my behavior yesterday. There was no excuse, and I can only say I’m sorry. It will never happen again. You may have worked at The Blue Spot for less than a week, but I feel you’re too good to let slip away,” he said with a hopeful smile.
“I’m afraid I can’t accept the job because of the tension between us.”
His grin faded, and he scooted closer. “I promise, what I did yesterday will not happen again. It will be strictly professional.”
I pointed to him. “That’s the problem. Because right now, I don’t want it to be professional. I want it to be a lot more.”
So much for not letting it slip out.
Chapter 15
Monty
SHE STARED AT MY LIPS with startling, vivid eyes. And any doubt I had that Julia wanted me evaporated.
“By more, you mean . . .” I pointed between my legs like an idiot.
I had come here right after Hamish dropped me off at The Blue Spot after lunch. I was determined to win her back, but I hadn’t expected her to throw in this twist. An unbelievably tempting twist.
“Fucking,” Julia said without a hint of humor.
I coughed and glanced down at the table. Muffins. I reached for one, not knowing what to do with my hands. My arms suddenly felt disjointed and awkward.
Julia grabbed my hand and pulled it into hers. “Let me be clear. It’s been about ten months since I’ve had sex. Honestly, I lost count, it’s been so long.”
I shifted in my seat as my cock hardened, pressing against my pants.
“And while I don’t think it was appropriate what you did yesterday at the office, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like your touch.” Her fingers slid through mine, sending a ripple of heat up my arm.
“But I came here to—” I stopped myself because what was I doing?
Why wasn’t I kissing her? I had been fantasizing about running into her for those ten months she mentioned. And this was the exact scenario that played out in those fantasies. She would claim to be horny and hadn’t had a good fucking since I last took her in the closet.
Here I was, with an actual dream coming true, trying to focus on a job. Screw the job. It could