“Go home, Randy. I’ll call you tomorrow.” She leaned over and kissed his cheek. “Drive safe. And go straight home. Please.”
Her plea to him about broke me.
Randy sighed and nodded but did not agree to anything. Something she did not miss. As soon as he was gone, I pulled out my temporary phone with one hand, putting it to my ear, and placed my other on her lower back, directing her to my car. I didn’t miss the small shiver she gave when I touched her. It made me smile.
Good to know the pull still went both ways.
“You good? Do I need to send a clean-up crew?” He picked up on the first ring, as I knew he would.
I huffed. “No. Just let me know if Randy shows up.”
“Got it, boss.” Keith hung up and I put my phone away.
“Thank you.” Fiona mumbled as we walked.
I nodded in response and unlocked my car.
I opened the back door of my dark blue Porsche SUV for her, and she slid in. I stepped in after her, then locked the car again before setting both my phone and key fob in the cup holder.
“Um, what are we doing back here?” Fiona looked around the car and out the window, no doubt nervous.
“Like I said, we need to talk.”
She hummed quietly, her eyes landing on my stupid phone, then cracked a grin. “Get a new phone?”
The last string of my sanity snapped. I grabbed her face and roughly turned her to me, just before slamming my lips onto hers. She matched me for intensity, just like I knew she would. I frantically worked at her pants, while she worked at mine. We both paused when our bodies were reunited, moaning out in satisfaction.
It was a very short pause.
She stayed on my lap, completely naked, as our bodies cooled back down. I held her tight to me, her head tucked in my neck.
“Thought you wanted to talk.” She mumbled, tiredly.
I huffed and rubbed my hand up and down her back. “That was the plan. This wasn’t. I can’t seem to keep my hands off you when you are around.”
She yawned and burrowed into my neck, kissing it softly. “Same.” She tried to sit up, but I only let her go so far.
“You screwed with my system. With my entire business.”
To her credit, she didn’t deny it. “You lied about the interest.”
