his shoulder in a long kiss and her hands landed on his back. “Yes,” she murmured. “I am.”
He shook with laughter, still breathing fast and hard, and lifted his head to lay a hard kiss on her mouth. Damn, he liked this woman. And damn, he liked fucking her.
Chapter Eight
Sloane was not in the best of moods the next morning. After an early-morning taxi ride to her condo to shower and change, and a rush to get to the office, she was all kinds of annoyed with herself for what she’d done last night.
Geezus. She’d slept with Levi Wolcott.
Not only that, she’d stayed all night at his place. They’d probably only gotten a few hours of sleep between several rounds of hot, dirty sex. Now she was tired, whisker-burnt not only on her face but her inner thighs and breasts, and…still hungry for him.
No no no. She shook her head as she stood in line at Starbucks. That was never going to happen again. Never never never.
Her thighs ached with a delicious pain that made her pussy squeeze every time she felt it. Her nipples were still sensitive from the attention Levi had paid to them. She closed her eyes at the dart of heat she felt low in her belly, remembering everything he’d done.
And everything he’d said. Holy hotness, the man was a sweet dirty talker. He’d turned up the heat a hundred degrees with his frank, sexy words.
Forget that. She grabbed her coffee and muffin and strode to the office. It was still a few minutes before nine and only a few people were there. In her office she set her coffee and muffin on her desk and turned on her computer. While she ate the muffin she flipped through morning newspapers looking for client ads—as well as ads of their competitors. Keeping an eye on things. Then she dealt with client and internal emails. She went to talk to Noah about the Herstal account, and was standing in the door of his office when Levi walked in.
Late.
He stopped to talk to Phoebe and Bailey, smiling that panty-melting smile at them as he said something that made them laugh. With a wink, he moved away from them and started toward her. His expression warmed when he saw her, and her heart gave a flutter, which she savagely tamped down. She looked pointedly at her watch and then back up at him.
“And once again Levi makes his own hours,” she snapped. Bailey and Phoebe’s heads turned toward her and they exchanged glances. Sloane ignored them.
Levi paused close to her and said in a low voice, “Are you shitting me?”
She stepped back, keeping her expression severe. “I’ve talked to you a number of times about our hours of work.”
She sensed Noah’s surprise.
“My apologies,” Levi said. “I had a…late night. Overslept a little.” He shot another wink at Bailey and Phoebe that made Sloane’s skin tighten, then sauntered down the hall to his cubicle.
Sloane paused, drew in a breath and let it out. She turned back to Noah. “Okay, so we’re meeting with Kirk and Alex at eleven o’clock. They’re not entirely happy with the copy Dash wrote for the new magazine ads for Ammen Light.”
“I’ll swing by your office around twenty to eleven and we can walk over there.”
“Sounds good.”
She returned to her own office to get a few other things done before going to the meeting. Her concentration was shot, though. She was all tingling and shaky from seeing Levi, pissed off at him and at herself and…and…she was an idiot.
She pulled herself together and made it through the meeting with the client’s marketing team. She got what they were saying, and they agreed to another meeting with Dash to try to clarify the script they wanted. She and Noah went back to the office and she ate a sandwich at her desk while she dealt with more emails, then met with Hunter and Isaiah on a presentation they were doing for Herstal, one of Verhoeven’s old brands, that afternoon at three, finalizing their boards and presentation materials. Then she and Noah met with Dash about their earlier meeting, giving him some of the feedback they’d heard from the client. He was frustrated at the lack of clear guidelines and she assured him that the Ammen marketing team was aware of the issue and was working on it.
Keeping busy kept her mind away from Levi. The three o’clock meeting went well, thank God, because her head was pounding by