Triplets for The Millionaire - K.C. Crowne Page 0,35

totally taken by this one whose mouth told me one thing, while her kiss told another story entirely.

Chapter 10

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I spotted Patrick as I pulled out of the parking garage of the offices. He was sauntering down the row between cars, a pleased-as-punch smile on his face.

I didn’t want to see him. As quickly as I could, I pulled into a spot and waited for him to pass. My heart skipped a beat as he made his way past my car. I watched in the rearview mirror as he disappeared around the corner and out of sight.

Phew.

As soon as he was gone, I wondered what the hell had gotten into me. Why had I had such a reaction to seeing him? It didn’t take much thinking to realize what was going on – I was scared to see him not because I didn’t want to see him again. I didn’t want to see him specifically because I wanted to see him again. I could only imagine what would happen if he were to lay eyes on me. No doubt a man as cocky and self-assured as him would stroll right over to me. He’d probably even try to parlay into another date.

Or more.

And maybe this time I wouldn’t have the self-control to tell him no. It’d been so, so hard in the office. If the kiss had gone on another few seconds, I would’ve been done for. Looking back, I was shocked I’d managed to get his hand out from between my legs.

Truth be told, I was incensed. Where the hell did he get off trying to get me off! He’d laid the moves on me right there in the middle of the conference room only minutes after I’d given one of the most important presentations of my life. What on Earth had he been expecting? That I’d screw him on the damn table?

How did he not care about what might happen? Why was he so reckless? And why the hell did I like it?

I let out a frustrated sigh as I pulled out of the parking spot and went on my way. The moment I was on the road, he was back in my mind. My brain seemed determined to torment me, conjuring up images of what might’ve happened if I had allowed to happen what Patrick clearly wanted to happen.

I imagined his hand between my legs, rubbing my pussy through my pants. His lips would fall on my neck, kissing me like he had that night. He’d tease me for a time, his finger tracing slow circles around my clit as I buried my moans in his shoulder.

It would have taken all the concentration I had not to scream, not to alert the entire executive floor that one of the investors was bringing me to orgasm. I’d come to his touch, my panties soaking, my legs shaking, my eyes shut.

But he wouldn’t be done with me. His hands would move to the front of my pants, unhooking the clasp and pulling down the zipper. Then he’d reach around and grab my ass, lifting me off my feet and setting me down on the edge of the table. I’d shimmy my panties and slacks down, and he’d quickly take out his cock, long and hard and dripping just for me.

As I drove in the real world, I considered whether I’d want him to take me from the front or behind. Just considering the question was more than enough to make me even wetter.

I bit my lip as I drove, imagining his hands on my hips, grunts emanating from deep in his chest as he drove into me with wild abandon, the soft sounds of his hips against my ass filling the air. Then we’d come together, and he’d shudder, draining himself deep into me as my orgasm clenched my pussy around his cock.

A frustrated sigh shot out of my mouth as I refocused my attention on driving. It was so damn annoying that someone like him had such an effect on me. I’d had my experience with adventurous men, and they hadn’t been good ones.

Before I knew it, my mind conjured up another scenario, a real memory. As the mental picture came together, my stomach tightened with anxiety.

Eight years ago… I was in the middle of the ocean staring out onto the endless water. In the distance, dark grey storm clouds billowed and roiled. Flashes of lightning appeared in their depths.

“Josh?” I called the name of Josh Sawyer, my boyfriend