view.
She’s concentrating so hard on whatever she’s doing that she doesn’t notice me, but I don’t have time to alert her. As much as I’d love to, the clock is fucking ticking.
The computers are up a floor, so I take the stairs two at a time until I make it to the top, turn right, and head straight into the research room. An empty spot right in front beckons.
I make it to the computer and bring it to life with the mouse and then get to work on my search. A transcript of the court minutes will be on file somewhere in here, but I’m counting on my search to tell me where.
When I finally find the shelf location, I click out of the search engine, make my way out of the computer room, and find the file in a hurry. When I pull it from the shelf in its blue folder, the thickness worries me.
I sure as fuck hope I’m going to be able to find what I’m looking for in this thing by tomorrow morning.
I do a quick scan of the pages, but I don’t have time for much else. It’s five minutes until close, and these are the kinds of files they don’t let you take with you. If I’m going to have the time to find what I’m looking for, it’s going to have to be tonight as I read through copies after poker night with the guys.
Decided, I hurry to the staircase leading to the main lobby and make my way down it.
The pretty blonde at the desk is still there, looking down and fiddling with the material of her sundress as I approach. Damn, that’s sexy. I’m practically mesmerized by the way her French-tipped nails move against the fabric and, every once in a while, brush against the silky-smooth skin of her toned legs.
But with a quick shake of my head, I bring myself back to reality.
She’s a little goddess, yes, but I need these copies more than I need my next fucking breath.
But when she doesn’t look up immediately, I have far too much time to study the exquisite lines of her face closely, and before I can stop myself, a new challenge presents itself.
How am I going to get her attention without startling her? And more importantly, how long, once I have it, will it take me to get inside her?
I guess it’s a good thing I’ve always been quite skilled at multitasking…
Ruby
My breath catches and hangs in my chest like it’s trapped inside a balloon as the audiobook narrator softens her voice to a seductive hum.
God, I love audiobooks like this, where it’s dual narration throughout the entire book.
It makes the story jump off the pages and come to life.
I’m just getting to the part in the book where the hero and heroine come together for the first time, after a week and a half of reading in dribs and drabs thanks to the requirements of adulthood, and the anticipation has my nerves shot all to hell.
There’s been thrusting and touching and a whole hell of a lot of tongue, and I’m as close to climax as the heroine is at this point.
That’s it, Sergio, push me over the edge.
“Oh God,” Catarina moans in my ear, the fall into a pleasure-filled abyss all but in progress.
My eyes close and my chest tightens as I rub at the fabric of my sundress to steel against an unsatisfied ache between my legs.
It’s been a year and some change since I’ve felt the stroke of a man for real, and, with how busy I am, I don’t see that changing anytime soon. I sleep, eat, go to law school, go to work, and on days like today, when I have a hint of free time, I do things like cover for my best friend Kevin at his job at the law library.
I need this orgasm more than Catarina does—and she’s a thirty-five-year-old excommunicated nun having sex for the first time ever.
I blink languidly, so ready to hear Sergio’s heartfelt, sated words I’m almost shaking—and look right into the caramel-brown eyes of a man I’ve never met.
Oh, shiitake mushrooms.
I’m right on the cusp of coming by association, and a stranger is waving at me to get my attention. He smirks, and my stomach drops. Holy horny basketballs—can he tell I’m a millisecond from proverbial climax?!
A gorgeous, muscled, tanned, perfectly suited stranger who’s waiting on me to do my job might know what my O-face looks