Hired Hottie - Kelsie Rae Page 0,76
like the perfect opportunity to move in with my mom for a few months until I could find a new place.
“What about it?” I ask before reaching for her hand and tangling our fingers together. Part of me is still afraid she’ll evaporate into thin air, and I’ll wake up in my bed. Alone. And riddled with guilt.
Although the guilt is still there. I have so much to make up for.
“You turned it down,” she says matter-of-factly.
“We already talked about this—”
She cuts me off. “Yeah, but I didn’t get a chance to tell you what a terrible idea that it was.”
I glance over at her. “Is that right?”
“Sure is.”
“Well, unfortunately, I think it’s a little too late for shoulda, woulda, coulda, Charlie.”
“Debatable, my friend. Very debatable.”
Curious, I cock my head to the side. “And how is that debatable? I already turned it down, remember?”
“Yeah. And you’ve also been ignoring their calls.”
I tug her to a halt. When she turns to me with a mischievous smile, my gaze narrows. “How do you know I’ve been ignoring their calls?”
“I already told you. I ran into Alexandra on one of my runs.”
“And?” I press.
“And she asked if I would do her a favor.” Her mouth quirks up on one side, and her eyes are shining like she knows a secret. One that I’m dying to find out.
“Come on, Charlie. Throw me a bone here. What did she ask?”
“She asked if I would convince you to accept Montague’s offer.”
“What?” I practically shout, gaining attention from a few random strangers near Charlie’s building. “But, I already turned it down.” I feel like I’m on a merry-go-round.
Haven’t we already discussed this?
“You said that already,” she teases, reading my mind. “And they’re hoping you might reconsider.”
“They haven’t already found someone?”
“Nope. They could’ve. Obviously. But they want you.”
“You mean, I’m not too late?” My mind can’t grasp the concept. When I turned down the position, I knew what it would mean, but I couldn’t even consider accepting it after coming to terms with all the screwed up decisions I’d made that led to it.
“You’re not too late.”
“And how ‘bout you?” I ask. “Am I too late for a shot with you?”
With a face-splitting grin, she presses onto her tiptoes and whispers, “You’re not too late for that, either.”
My arms wrap around her tiny waist before spinning her around as soon as the words slip past her lips. I shout, “Yes!” then squeeze her tighter and slam my mouth against hers. The hustle and bustle of the city fades away, leaving nothing but the feel of her lips and her lithe body as it slides down mine. When her feet touch the ground, my mouth devours her whole. I shove every ounce of passion I can at her, knowing she can take all of it.
Her hands tangle into my hair as she presses her front against me. With her tits plastered against my chest, Charlie pants into my mouth like she’s in the middle of one of our long-ass runs. When I pull away, her eyes are shining with lust as she murmurs, “So I heard make-up sex—”
I cut her off by diving back in for another kiss. She opens up to me, letting me take whatever I want before tangling our fingers together and tugging us into her building. As we reach her floor, I grab the back of her thighs and lift her up before carrying her down the hall. Pressing her back into the wall, I dig my fingers into her ass then slide my mouth away from hers to nibble on the long column of her throat. Her head rolls from side to side as her hips slowly grind into mine. And the hottest part? She has no fucking clue how sexy she is.
“Better open this door before your neighbors get a show,” I growl, biting the tender flesh where her neck meets her shoulder.
With a light laugh, she fumbles for her keys. After handing them to me, I unlock the door while still balancing her on my waist; then, we stumble inside her place like a couple of lovesick fools.
Setting her down, I unbutton her jeans then tug them away from her toned thighs, not caring that we’ve only made it to her damn entryway. I need her. Now. My fingers dig into her ass as I press our fronts together to let her feel what she does to me. Not anyone else. Her.
Resting my forehead against hers, I make sure I have her