Semi-Sweet On You (Hot Cakes #4) - Erin Nicholas Page 0,90

sunshine yellow. That was what his girl wore under her boring freaking skirt.

Then she pushed herself up onto her desk and spread her knees.

He was there immediately, stepping between them, pulling her ass to the edge of the desk, and cupping the back of her head, his fingers gripping her hair with just a slight tug as he tipped her head back.

He pressed his aching hard-on against the hot, wet center of those cheery-as-fuck panties and ground into her as he kissed her deeply, making her gasp and moan into his mouth.

The vision of knocking her day planner and the boring black pencil holder and matching lamp to the floor so he could lay her back and fuck her on her desk was vivid in his mind. He wanted to do things to her that she would think about during every single conference call and meeting she had in this office from now on.

Cam reached out and sent the pencil holder skittering over the surface of the desk, pens scattering, before it thunked to the floor.

Whitney jerked her head to look at it, then back to him.

“What was that?”

“I’m going to—”

His phone started ringing.

And he was jerked back to reality and how this was all way friendlier than he’d intended to be.

The phone kept ringing.

He sighed.

He thought about ignoring it, but he couldn’t. The ring tone was the theme song for Magnum, P.I. The original, of course.

Whitney started laughing. “You gave her her own ring tone?”

Yeah, the moment was gone.

He grinned as he reached for his back pocket. “Of course.” He swiped to answer and lifted the phone to his ear. “Hey, Didi.”

“I’m ready to go,” she announced. “It’s almost time for yoga.”

It was, indeed. He looked at Whitney. Then at Whitney’s lips. Then at Whitney’s yellow panties. Then at the pencil holder on the floor. Then back to the panties. Dammit.

“We need to stop at the store on the way home too,” she said. “I told Maggie I’d bring salad and I need lemons for my lemon vinaigrette. Don’t forget.”

He grinned in spite of being cock-blocked by a seventy-two-year-old. “Got it.” Didi might have her times mixed up and she might forget things once in a while, but she didn’t forget everything. She and Maggie had talked about that salad three days ago. “I’m on my way.”

“Hurry up.” Then she hung up on him.

Grinning, he looked at Whitney. Holy hell, she looked so hot with her blouse pulled loose from her skirt and her hair mussed and her cheeks flushed. “I need to go.”

Whitney was watching him with a strange expression. It was part amused and part puzzled and part affectionate, if he wasn’t mistaken.

“This is all so… weird,” she said.

It was. And a little terrible, he thought, as she slid off the desk and smoothed her skirt down.

“It’s all good,” he told her.

“Yeah.” She nodded. “It seems to be.”

“So go, kick some more ass and I’m going to go… relax and meditate with some kittens.” He grinned and stepped back.

Immediately he missed the feel of her body heat and her scent.

“Okay.” She stood watching him for a moment. Then she stepped close and pressed her lips to his again.

The high heels put her at the perfect height.

Screw it.

He cupped the back of her head and tasted her deeply for a moment.

When they separated they were both breathing a little harder again.

Whitney licked her lips. “See you later.”

“Yeah.” He glanced at the pens scattered over her desk. “Sorry about the pencil holder.”

She let out a little sigh. “Worth. It.”

He grinned. He didn’t know what was going on with them exactly. But he knew that his feelings were real and they were growing and he fucking liked everything about how things were between them.

Except there wasn’t nearly enough naked time.

That was his fault. Well, maybe not fault. That was his doing. And he didn’t regret it. If he’d been sleeping with Whitney this whole time, it would have been hard to separate loving having her in his bed and making her want him again and just… loving her.

It hit him hard.

It had been teasing around the edges of his consciousness for a while now. Like when he’d realized that she maybe really had loved him even as an eighteen-year-old kid and that he maybe hadn’t actually felt the same way. But now it was clear. He’d fallen back in love with her. In the midst of 3 a.m. viewings of Magnum, P.I. and baking cookies and watching her bloom and