Oh, she didn’t need to hear that. Her pu**y flooded, her juices easing from her vagina to coat the bare, waxed folds beyond as she remembered just how good his tongue was.
Ella’s expression was mockingly ecstatic, her eyes gleaming in confrontation, her lips curved into a satisfied little smile.
“And he has stamina…” She drew the word out pleasurably as Marey breathed in slowly, reining in her response. “His c**k stretches you, makes you burn, makes you beg…” She closed her eyes dreamily. “He’s almost as good as James.”
“Glad to know I rate in there somewhere.”
The sound of James’ amused, deep voice had both of them jumping in startled awareness as they turned to stare at the door.
He lounged against the doorframe, incredibly handsome, sinfully sexy. Marey well understood why her friend had been so besotted with him for so many years.
“This is a private conversation.” Despite her furious blushes, Ella drew herself up haughtily and faced her husband. Though Marey had no problem seeing the arousal that flared in her eyes.
“So I heard.” His lips curved in a smile, his eyes gleaming with laughter. “Very interesting one as well,” he mused as he crossed his arms over his broad chest. “Should I let Sax know you’re up for a visit?”
“No!” Marey’s furious exclamation joined Ella’s as they both faced him now.
He chuckled in response.
“Go play or something, James.” Ella waved her hand at him dismissively. “This is girl talk.”
“So I heard,” he drawled. “But maybe you would both like to know that Sax is due here in about ten minutes to go over a new product that’s in design at the moment and to share a beer while he bemoans a certain woman’s stubbornness. Marey might want to run while she has the chance. He’s just waiting to catch her out of that fortress she owns, and she looks pretty primed right now.”
He glanced to her br**sts and Marey’s gaze dropped to the royal blue silk covering the full mounds. Her ni**les were poking against it like a four alarm signal for an all-night f**k.
Her gaze flew to Ella’s in horror.
“This is your fault,” she snapped. “I didn’t need to hear any of that.”
“But you still love me.” Ella grinned.
“Bitch,” Marey snarled again. “And yes, I still love you. But I am gone like the wind.”
And she wasted no time in running. Sax was on a very, very short leash right now, and she knew it. As much as she loved Ella, there wasn’t a chance in hell she was sticking around to see him. Because her own desires were on an even shorter leash, and growing fiercer by the day.
Chapter Three
She locked her doors when she got home. Ignored the doorbell, thanking God that Ella hadn’t given Sax the code into the house as she had the gates. The next morning, she did likewise. Cowardice? Hell yes, she told herself fiercely. Sax terrified her where her weakness to him was concerned.
She finally slipped out around noon, unable to cancel her meeting with Ella at Delacourte to complete the planning for the annual Christmas party. She slipped in without incident. Getting out wasn’t as easy.
“When are you going to stop running from me, Marey?”
Damn.
Caught in the empty outer office where James’ secretary should have been standing guard, but was absent instead.
“I’m not running from you,” she denied the charge calmly, despite the fact that she knew she was running. Every chance she could get for now on. “I was heading home. I’m finished for the day, Sax.”
He stood in front of her, too close, but she refused to retreat. She had run from her ex-husband for years—that was humiliating enough. She wasn’t going to back down from another man. Especially one she knew as well as she knew Sax. One that could make her senses sing with pleasure. Her body rock in orgasm. Her mind dissolve with no more than a touch. God, she was hopeless.
He towered over her, tall and broad, his shaved head gleaming in the light above them. Teak dark flesh was emphasized by the charcoal gray of his suit and his dark, chocolate eyes. Eyes that warmed as he watched her, just as his smile did.
How was she supposed to fight him and herself?
“I’m getting tired of waiting on you, Marey.” Sax didn’t beat around the bush. “You’re tempting me into that little kidnap fantasy we discussed before. You might think hiding from me is achieving whatever objective you’ve set, but I can assure you, baby, the day is going to come that I’m not going to let you run any longer after yesterday.”
She felt the flush that suddenly washed over her face.