Own the Eights Gets Married - Krista Sandor Page 0,27

her, setting her feet onto the floor before turning her away from him. Her back pressed to his hard torso as she craned her head to meet his kiss. His hand eased past the band of her skirt, and his fingers dipped into her panties. She lifted her arms and arched her back, giving him complete access to her body. He found her tight bundle of nerves and worked her in perfect little circles that had her gasping for breath within seconds.

“Do you like that?” he growled.

“You know I do,” she panted.

He continued his magic between her legs as his other hand slid beneath her shirt and found her left breast. She pressed her hands to the door, steadying herself as Jordan’s hard length rubbed against her ass as she rocked against him. With each brush of his thumb over her tight nipple and every stroke of his fingertips across her most sensitive place, the coil inside her wound tighter and tighter until she teetered on the edge of ecstasy.

“I know you’re close,” he said on a low, sexy rumble.

She was. God, she was. She parted her lips to answer when a faint knock came from the other side of the door.

Jordan froze. “Did you do that?”

She shook her head.

“It’s me, Miss Jensen. I had a question about the children’s story time schedule and a few things to go over regarding the Shakespeare Shuffle high school volunteer program. Miss Becca said you and Mr. Marks were working back here.”

“It’s Talya,” she mouthed to Jordan.

“And, I’m out here, too. It’s me, Simon. I have a question for you before you leave, Mr. Marks,” the teen chimed from the other side of the door.

“Simon and Talya are right out there, and I’m…” Georgie whispered.

Jordan’s cocksure expression gave way to a panicky cringe. “Give us a second, guys. I’m helping Miss Jensen get in a burst of cardio,” he called out.

“Cardio in the office?” she mouthed.

“Let’s be honest. Your heart rate was through the roof,” he said with a smirk until she gestured to the door with two fifteen-year-olds on the other side, and his eyes went wide.

“Say we’re doing work stuff,” she whisper-shouted, which wasn’t an easy feat with someone’s hand in your panties.

“I was wrong. Miss Jensen and I are not doing cardio. We’re doing work stuff,” he called, and now she was the one cringing.

This man was a terrible liar.

“Do you think they know what we’re doing back here?” he asked.

She stifled a nervous laugh. “They will if you don’t remove your hands from my body.”

“Jesus, you’re right,” he said, raising his hands like a football ref reacting to a field goal.

She smoothed her outfit then turned to her fiancé. “How do I look?”

His gaze raked over her body. “A little flushed. We may have wanted to stick with the cardio story.”

She took a step back and couldn’t help but stare. “Well, you look like you’ve got a party in your pants.”

“It doesn’t turn off like a switch,” he whisper-yelled as he shuffled behind her desk and picked up a folder to mask the evidence of their non-fornication.

She glanced over her shoulder. Jordan strategically positioned the folder, then nodded, and she opened the door.

“What’s up, guys?” she asked, willing her cheeks to de-flush. Was that even a word? Her trifecta scoffed and shook their literary heads.

But she quickly noticed neither of the teens standing in front of her cared about her wrinkled blouse or her flushed, pre-orgasmic coloring.

Simon’s gaze bounced between the floor and Talya as Talya hugged a notebook to her chest, her gaze bouncing between the floor and Simon. It was like watching pubescent ping-pong.

Talya had started volunteering in the bookstore after the children’s addition was finished. A sweet, quiet girl, when she’d come asking if she could help in the children’s area to earn volunteer hours for her high school’s honor society, Georgie was more than happy to oblige.

“Do you two know each other? You’re both sophomores, right?” Georgie asked.

Talya nodded while Simon shook his head.

She frowned while the puberty ping-pong continued. Deciphering teen was like trying to read Greek.

She glanced over her shoulder to find her fiancé grinning like an idiot and holding a folder as if it were a stick of dynamite.

“Let’s try something else. What can Jordan and I help you with?” she asked.

“Um, ladies first,” Simon said, shifting from foot to foot.

“Okay, thanks,” Talya replied, brushing the hair from her eyes as her cheeks grew rosy.

Hello, Teen Awkwardness 101.

Talya glanced at her binder.