easy for me to keep my mind on my work,” he said.
She smiled. “It doesn’t exactly take a brain surgeon to alphabetize CDs. I thought you might like something to look forward to.”
He slid his hand up her naked thigh, until his fingers brushed her bare buttocks. He squeezed, and felt a corresponding tension in his cock.
“What exactly do I have to look forward to?”
“Oh, I’m sure you can think of something nice.”
He slid his hand over to slip between her thighs, his pinky resting against the folds of her sex. “I’d rather hear your ideas on the subject.”
Her eyes glazed a little and she took a deep breath and straightened. “Later, when our work here is done, I thought we’d go home. I’ve got a bottle of Godiva liqueur I’ve been saving.”
“We’re going to drink the liqueur?”
“Yes, but not out of a glass. We’re going to take turns pouring it on each other’s bodies and licking it up.”
“Sounds interesting.”
“For instance, I’d pour it over your balls and let it run down, then I lick and suck up every…last…drop.”
The body part in question tightened at the suggestion of her tongue working him over so thoroughly. “We’d have to be very thorough, wouldn’t we? Make sure none of it dripped on to the sheets.” He pressed his finger between her folds, feeling the growing wetness there.
“Yes.” She widened her stance, and held on to the shelves with one hand.
He was tempted to continue his explorations, but reluctantly withdrew his hand. “I’d take you up on that offer right now, except that it would be just like Carl to stop by and check on us.”
“I hope he does come by.” She looked down at him, her eyes defiant. “He might get a real eyeful.”
He arched one eyebrow. “You have fantasies about performing for Carl? Or is it just the idea of someone watching?”
“The idea of someone watching is kind of a turn-on. But not Carl!” She made a face. “No, I meant that it would be a relief to have everything out in the open.”
“You don’t think sneaking around adds a little extra…suspense to things?”
“Sometimes. At first it did. But now…now I want everyone to know how I feel about you.”
And how do you feel about me? But he wasn’t ready for that answer yet.
“Are you really worried about Carl?” she asked. “Are you afraid of what he’ll do?”
Not that long ago, he would have automatically denied being fearful or worried about anything. But with Erica he could be more honest. “I like this job, and I don’t look forward to searching for another one.”
“You have a good reputation in Denver now. I don’t think you’d have trouble finding work.”
“People always weigh the bad reputation in my past against anything I’m doing now. There are always questions I’d rather not answer.”
“You didn’t want to answer all my questions, but I’m glad you did.”
“I’m glad I did, too.” It felt good not having to hide anything from her, not having to pretend things were all right when they weren’t.
“We’d better get back to work,” he said, and started to turn away.
“Maybe we’d work better if we weren’t so distracted,” she said.
“Or, maybe we’ll work faster since we are distracted.”
“Still, I don’t think it would matter much if we took a little break.” She stepped two rungs down the ladder and put her hands on his shoulders. “We’re entitled to breaks. I’m sure I saw it in the contract.” She nipped at his ear. “Sex breaks.”
“Sex breaks?” He laughed.
“It’s in the fine print. Coffee breaks, cigarette breaks and sex breaks.” She moved closer, until his mouth was almost against the side of her breast.
“Obviously there are benefits to this job I wasn’t aware of.” His mouth closed over her nipple, sucking it gently through the cloth.
“Lots…of benefits.” She arched against him.
He captured her other nipple and dragged his tongue back and forth across the hard nub, holding her steady with his hands at her waist. She closed her eyes, and was standing with her head thrown back, her fingers gripping the edge of the shelf, totally focused on the moment. There were times, with her, when he could be that way, too—consumed by the present, with no worries about the past or future.
He felt her knees wobble, and he lifted his head. “Are you okay?”
She smiled down on him, eyes dark with passion. “Never been better.”
He returned the look, his heart so full of emotion he was afraid to examine it too closely. “So,