would have to wait. Hers was seconds away.
Blaine focused on delivering her to a fast finish, drawing out the rhythm of his fingers as he moved them within her. Playing on the icy hot sensations he could guess were shooting through her body. Stroking her clit to the point of explosion.
Climax tore through her in a rushing wave evident in the tremble of her legs and the clenching of her pussy. Hot cream soaked his fingers.
Courtney’s mouth jerked from his. “Oh, God—yes!”
With an inward laugh over her enthusiasm, he clamped his lips back tight to hers and filled her mouth with his tongue, kissing her silent until the last of the orgasm was drained from her body.
Slipping his hand from beneath her skirt, he moved back a step. She looked the picture of sexual fulfillment, reclined on her elbows with her long dark lashes masking her eyes and her puffy lips parted a half inch and panting for air. It was a pose he could happily appreciate for hours. But not one he was willing to share with their coworkers. “Much as I love a vocal lover, your scream should have the kitchen filling up in about five seconds.”
“I didn’t scream,” she said languidly. “I shouted.”
“Whatever. I liked it.” The hem of her dress had gotten pushed up with his fingering and her panties were still dragged to the side, exposing her glistening pink labia past trimmed brown pubic hair. Definitely his kind of nice. “All of it. Well worth the wait.”
She sat up abruptly, destroying his stellar view as her skirt fell back around her thighs. Her eyes opened to reveal hazy blue-green. “How long have you—”
The swishing of the kitchen door cut her off. “Courtney,” a male voice said from behind Blaine. “There you are. I thought you got bored and took off.”
Courtney’s gaze zipped past Blaine, and the passion died from her eyes in a heartbeat. She shot off the edge of the table. “Nope. Just getting some.” She stumbled over the words, quickly adding, “Ice, that is. My drink got warm.” Reaching back, she flashed Blaine an uneasy smile as she scooped her drink off the table. “Thanks. Really.”
“My pleasure. You need more, you know where to get it.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.” Her smile going sensual, she sent a wink to the guy at the door.
Or rather guys, Blaine discovered as he swiveled around to find an unfamiliar, tall blond man accompanied by Jake and Randy Dobson, a mechanical engineer at Pinnacle. In his mid-thirties and garbed in pineapple-patterned swim trunks and a white tank shirt, Randy was the antithesis of the stereotypical think-inside-the-box engineer. He took his premature balding about as serious as anything else.
“Hey, guys.” Courtney nodded at their coworkers as she made her way over to her date. “Looking good as always.” She took the blond by the arm and her smile grew suggestive. “You look like you should be taking me out dancing.”
The idea that she would soon be pressed up against the blond on a dance floor ate at Blaine’s gut, but only because he was still hard from being pressed up against her himself. Still, the idea didn’t agitate him nearly enough to stop him from checking out her ass as she led the guy out of the kitchen.
The door fell closed, obliterating his view. He looked over at Jake and Randy to find their attention had been directed in the same place as his own. Obviously, they were wifeless tonight, or confident their spouses were nowhere nearby.
Randy met his eyes, a shit-eating grin forming on his mouth. “Was it as good for you as it was for her?”
Blaine bit back a grunt. Lying wasn’t his strong suit, but he was still going to try. “I hate to ruin your fun but, like she said, she just came in to get ice. We talked about my work overseas and the heat over there. That’s it.”
Snorting, Jake crossed to the refrigerator and helped himself to a bottle of beer. “Bullshit.”
Randy backed up the field guy’s theory. “Yeah, right, man. But, hey, since when do you lie about sex?”
“I’m not lying. We didn’t fuck. Christ, she was only in here five minutes. Ten tops.”
Jake unscrewed the cap off his beer and pulled back a long drink before saying dryly, “Next you gonna try to convince us Sex on the Beach gives off that realistic of a smell?”
Damn, he’d known his rock-solid state was fairly obvious, but he hadn’t considered the smell.
Going to the refrigerator, Blaine used the cool air to calm his body while he transferred bottles of beer from the cases on the floor onto the fridge’s lower shelves.
“If you’re thinking about getting serious,” Jake continued soberly, “you might want to take some friendly advice and remember what I said. She’s after no-strings pleasure for a while, but she already has her sights set on one man for the long run.”
“Yeah,” Randy piped in, for once sounding serious himself, “and I heard he doesn’t work for Pinnacle, so that leaves you SOL, buddy.”
“Looks like you stroked somebody the right way.” Stabbing a bite of taco salad from a plastic takeout container, Candy nodded past Courtney’s shoulder.
Courtney’s belly tightened as she set her tuna-salad croissant on her plate on the table and slowly turned in her chair. She half expected Blaine to be standing behind her, ready for a second round of ice play, his devilishly taunting smile making his thoughts clear to every one of the two-dozen-plus employees in Pinnacle’s lunchroom.
Or maybe that was half hoping, Courtney realized, given her displeasure at finding not Blaine but Sherry, the front-desk admin, waiting for her.
She noted the woman was smiling then and that in her hands was a nearly foot-long, thin red box with a gilded ribbon wrapped around it.
“For me?” The words came out sounding pathetically hopeful, as was the glee rocketing through her, but Courtney couldn’t help it. Despite her revamped attitude toward life and sex, she’d never gotten a gift from an admirer. Not even on Valentine’s Day. Not even from her lone boyfriend, a guy she’d dated in college for almost a year before realizing he was more boringly average and reserved than she had been at the time.
Sherry nodded. “I left the front desk long enough to send a fax, and when I came back this box was waiting with your name on it.”
Thirty seconds passed where Courtney did little more than sit and grin, and Candy encouraged, “Open it already. You’re starving your coworkers.”
A glance around the room backed up Candy’s words. Most everyone in the place was waiting to see what she’d gotten.
Courtney quit with the idiotic grinning, took the box from Sherry, and untied the ribbon. Lifting the lid had the strains of “Always On My Mind” filling the lunchroom. The lyrics were loud enough to chase heat into her cheeks, a reaction she generally reserved for those times when her date walked in on her climaxing for another man.
The heat arrowed downward, bringing to life a lusty ache in her core. She hadn’t seen Blaine since leaving his kitchen with her panties still damp four nights ago. First, it had been the weekend, and then he’d been working in the field on a road job.
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