by KaLyn Cooper
“Ever fantasize about sex in the office?” His suggestion created a tidal wave of heat that washed over her, through her, and pooled in her panties.
“Not until you mentioned it.” She heard the roughness in her voice.
“So, it’s a fantasy of yours.” Josh cupped her butt and pulled her against his very hard erection. “Is this what you want, Lilly? Here? Now?”
Oh. My. God. Was she brave enough to have sex in the office? With her family less than fifty feet away? And Jessica? “Are you sure that door is locked?”
A slow wicked smile crossed his face, making him look years younger. “Yes. But you’re going to have to be very quiet and this will have to be fast.”
“That’s how I want it, Josh. Hard and fast.”
He stared at her for a long minute. “Are you sure about this?”
Oh. Hell, yes, she was sure. She reached for his slacks and unfastened his belt.
He pulled her skirt to her waist then picked her up. He placed her on the desk but the cool surface did nothing to dissipate the heat she had waiting for him. “Sit on the edge.”
He grabbed his wallet from his back pocket, pulled out a condom and handed it to her. “Open it.”
Watching Josh unzip his pants and free himself was the sexiest thing she’d ever seen. No man had ever wanted her like this before, and it made her feel special. Powerful.
“Sweetheart, are you just going to stare at my dick or are you going to put that condom on it so I can give you this fantasy?”
She looked at the foil packet in her hands and back at his cock. Oh, yes. She wanted that. Inside her. Now. She ripped it open.
As she covered him, he growled, “I love the way you touch me.” He covered her hands with his and together they stroked his length. He seemed to grow thicker with every pass. When he let go, she continued the motion.
He ran his fingers over the lacy gray boy panties and traced the leg opening. Pulling the edge aside, he slid two fingers back into her and pressed her clit with his thumb. “Last chance to say no.”
She almost came when he rubbed her clit hard with the pad of his thumb. “Hurry. And I want it fast.”
He slid fingers out and drove in to the hilt. Damn, he was deep in this position. She loved it.
“Wrap your legs around me.” He pulled out almost completely then slammed back into her. “I’m not going to last long at this pace.”
“Me neither.” But as she rode the excitement of having sex with others so close, she wasn’t ready for it to end. She looked into Josh’s straining face, tight with holding back, and wanted him to—
“Hang onto me,” he ordered and slipped his hand between them where their bodies were so intimately joined. He found her clit and rubbed it hard with every thrust of his hips.
“Josh,” she panted out.
“I know, baby. Go ahead. Let go. I’m right behind you.”
Her world crashed around her as he captured her mouth, swallowing her cries of ecstasy and his name. He arched deep into her and she took his orgasm with her as they fell into mindlessness, wrapped around each other in a way that felt so right.
Sweet kisses and moist, hot breath on her neck brought Lilly back to the office where her nearly bare butt cheeks were stuck to a polished wooden desk. Josh was still inside her but softening.
“I need to get rid of this.” He pulled out and grabbed a wad of tissues from the credenza.
Lilly felt suddenly empty as she glanced around the spare office to see if anything had changed...besides her. She’d had office sex for the first time in her life. A giddiness rose from inside threatening to make her giggle. Yes, Lilly Girard, fierce attorney for a Fortune 500 company, wanted to giggle like a teenager. Josh made her feel like a girl again. Young and adventurous. Daring. She’d just made love with that sexy man who was putting himself back together while she was slumped on the edge of a desk with her skirt around her waist...joy chased by excitement coursed through her veins. What sexual fantasy could they fulfill next?
She’d been having sex since she was seventeen, yet none of her previous lovers could compare to Josh. No girl’s first time is great but at least Lilly’s had been with a boyfriend of six months. They’d been sure they were in love. That relationship hadn’t lasted through their senior year. In college she’d been a bit of a wild child, but she’d only shared her body with three guys, and they’d all been relatively long-term. Then he had swept her off her feet. Josh had made her soar.
Landing back on earth, she slid onto feeble legs, hoping they’d hold her upright as an aftershock wave of pleasure overtook her.
Josh was there, holding onto her. “I’ve got you.” He kissed her lightly. A minute later, he asked, “Better?”
She drew in an unsteady breath that brought the scent of him. Spice and sexy man filled her senses. Ridiculously, she wanted him again. “Yeah, I’m okay now.”
“You’re better than okay.” His smile weakened her knees but she stiffened them to support herself. “You are amazing, Lilly.” He took her mouth with a passionate kiss that promised more. “And we’ll see just how remarkable you are later tonight.” He glanced at the locked door. “I’m sorry, but I have to go back to work now. I promise I’ll explain everything to you, tonight.”
“Yes, you will.” It was a demand and they both knew it. She adjusted her skirt, smoothed her blouse then pulled a mirror from her purse. Her lips were puffy and there was nothing she could do about the orgasmic glow that would fade with the next crisis phone call from Claire.
“Walk me out?” His request surprised her. She considered a minute then decided it would be the best way to cover what they had just done.
Scrambling for a benign topic, she asked, “Do you know a former SEAL named Davin Westin?” Lilly asked as he opened the door and gestured for her to go first.
“Phoenix? Sure. Good man. Why?”
“Jack suggested he might make a good security department head.” Lilly waved through the closed door window at her mother who was on the phone. “I don’t think we’re going to offer the existing director the job with our new cruise line.”
Jack stepped out from the next office and took a long, hard look at both of them before he glared at Josh. He knew. Lilly suddenly felt the need to protect and defend the man who had just rocked her world. “What Josh and I do is none of your business, little brother.”
“She’s my sister,” Jack’s eyes flashed in warning at Josh.
“And I’m a grown woman fully capable of making my own choices.” Lilly planted fists on her hips and glowered at her brother.
Tap, tap, tap.
All eyes shot to the office door next to where they were positioned in a spaghetti western stand-off. Levi’s face was furious as he pointed toward the lobby, but he never stopped talking on the phone.
“Josh was just leaving,” Lilly announced to both men and marched down the hall dragging Josh by the elbow. In the lobby, she glanced at the empty receptionist desk then up to Jack. “I was just asking Josh about Westin. You call him Phoenix.”
Jack finally looked at her. “He’s interested and on his way here. He wants to see the ship while it’s in port.”
“Excellent.” She smiled back at her brother. “You’re handling his tour?”
“Yeah. I want to get another look at Shit Sack.” Jack shook his head. “His file says he’s Mossad, but something’s not kosher.”
“Ha, ha. Cute little pun.” Lilly directed her question to Josh. “What do you think about Phoenix?”
“He’s honest and can get the job done.” Josh smiled. “He knows ships, too.”
Josh’s phone rang. He pulled it from his pocket and looked at the screen. “I’m sorry, but I have to take this. Walk out with me, Lilly?”
“Sure.”
The ring tone started again and Josh looked at Jack. “We okay?”
“We’ll talk later.” Jack’s tone was threatening, but she’d handle him.
Josh nodded then swiped his
thumb across the screen to accept the call. “Hello, son. What’s wrong?”
Lilly walked with him across the empty lobby to the stairs. Son? Josh had a son? Maybe. He had used that term when talking to Preston so maybe it’s just someone he knows well.
“No, you can’t come live with me. Let me talk to your mother.” Annoyance was written all over Josh’s face.
So he didn’t want his son to live with him? What did that say about the man? He who-did-not-deserve-a-single-thought-today hadn’t wanted the children from his first marriage to live with him either. Maybe she was an asshole magnet. She only attracted men who really didn’t want kids but had them anyway, then left them to their mothers to single-parent.
There was a short pause while she and Josh headed down the stairs to the street level. “Honey, what’s happened now?” Pause. “Uh-huh.”
Lilly could hear an angry woman’s voice on the other end.
“Take a deep breath and calm down. He’s a teenage boy, and he’s going to push your buttons.” Pause. “Honey, put him back on the phone.”
Well, wasn’t this interesting. She certainly wasn’t needed for this conversation, yet there she was. When they stepped onto the busy sidewalk, Lilly was assaulted with the warm moist air and dread that Josh had a teenage son he didn’t want.
“Son, you and your mom are going to have to work this out. I can’t keep playing referee every time you don’t like your mother’s rules. You’re only fifteen, and you’ll be living in her house for at least three more years.” There was another pause while a male voice whined. “I understand, and she’s doing the best she can. But her house, her rules. Until you’re eighteen and graduate from high school, you’re stuck there. Be thankful you have a bed to sleep in and food in the refrigerator. When I get back to D.C. we’ll talk about driver education and a car.”
Lilly could hear the teenager’s excited, “Really?” from three feet away.
“I said we’ll talk about it.” Josh shifted the phone to his other ear as he dug out another phone and began texting. “But you need to prove to her that you’re adult enough to handle the responsibility of taking care of a car. Now go clean your room.” Pause. “I love you, too. Quit torturing your mother, and I’ll see you in a few weeks.”
Josh pocketed both phones and turned to Lilly. He took her hand in his. “I’m sorry about that. Family shit.”
“Your son?” She quizzed him.
Josh gave her a what-the-fuck look. “No.”
“We’re going to talk about that tonight, too.” She was trying to be insistent when he stepped so close, and she lost all thoughts.
“Talking isn’t the only thing we’ll do tonight.” The kiss started out as chaste but went nuclear when he slid his tongue into her mouth. Suddenly, he was gone and she was left standing on a sidewalk filled with tourists. Dazed but happy.
She glanced up and down the street but there was no sign of the man who was her kryptonite. She smiled. No, he wasn’t Superman, he was Aquaman according to Preston. Yeah, she could see him as the king of Atlantis. Admitting she obviously wasn’t his mate, Mera, she gathered her senses and turned her thoughts to the turmoil in her Chicago office.
Chapter 17
Lilly threw the bow line to the dock attendant who pulled in the jet boat and tied it to a cleat. He then moved to the back where Levi held the stern line.
She surveyed the manicured lawn in front of the white stucco plantation house. Chairs completely covered with white cloths tied with huge pink bows in the back lined rows facing an arbor thick with pink flowers. Miles of ocean in every hue of blue had made for a beautiful backdrop to the wedding. Jack and Jillian’s wedding would have that same view in a few days.
Off to one side, she caught sight of her precious boys with the bride and groom having a picture taken against a wall of blooming hibiscus. Bursts of pink the size of dinner plates created a polka dot effect against the dark green leaves. Not Lilly’s style, for certain.
Her ex looked so tall compared to the tiny ballerina. And so handsome. Her gaze fell to Preston who looked a lot like him. He was a pretty boy, a term she was sure he’d hate. Nonetheless, it was true. Blond hair, light blue eyes that always seemed older than his mere seven years. He would grow up into a fine-looking man. She hoped he wouldn’t have his father’s staunch seriousness and wished that he would lighten up and be a child. There was plenty of time to be an adult.
“Okay, everyone smile,” the photographer called to the group.
The smile her ex wore was one she’d seen all too often. She wondered if he actually practiced it in front of a mirror to be sure it conveyed that air of confidence with a touch of sincerity. It had appeared in dozens of newspaper photographs over the past years since the two of them had often been featured at charity events. Lilly smiled inwardly. He had been included because he was her husband, not the other way around. That free publicity for his practice would end.
Levi offered his hand to her from the wooden dock. She deftly stepped on the gunnel then up, thankful she’d changed into shorts and a light cotton blouse before leaving the office.
“Want me to get the boys?” her older brother offered.
“No,” she replied. “We’ll just wait here. They’re obviously busy.”
After the photographer rearranged the group once more, the boys saw her and waved excitedly. As though released for school recess, they ran for the dock, followed by the children from his first marriage. Kalista, with her black fingernails, black lipstick, and dramatically overpainted black eyes, had too many piercings for Lilly’s comfort. The girl underneath was such a contrast to her frilly pink dress, the sight of her was almost comical.
Shock ran through her when the teenager professionally thrust out her hand and said, “I know we’ve met before, and Grandma Betsy was so rushed this morning, but I’m Kalista.”
Yes, Betsy had seemed hurried and almost agitated when she’d picked up the boys that morning. Lilly had speculated there had been problems with the commercial flight, renting a car, or more likely, from the two teenagers.
But the girl’s smile twinkled in her eyes. “I’ve had the wonderful pleasure of meeting my brothers today and spending time with them.” Each of her boys moved beside their sister, and she casually dropped a hand on their shoulders. “I would like to get to know them even better once we all return to Chicago. I know how busy you must stay as a professional woman, and an attorney, so I’m sure you need babysitters from time to time. I’d love it if you would consider allowing me to babysit for my little brothers on occasion.” She knelt and hugged the boys in a gesture Lilly found touching.
But she still wasn’t sure about this.
Preston looked at her with pleading eyes. “Mom, I really want to get to know my sister.”
At the word sister, a pang grabbed Lilly’s heart. She had wanted to give her boys a sister. Lilly had always regretted not having another female in a house filled with testosterone while growing up. She shrugged. “Well, she is your only sister.”
Greyson piped in, “Not for long. When Annabelle has her baby, we’ll all have another sister. Won’t that be great?” Excitement exuded from her son.
It was a punch to the gut. Lilly could actually feel the pain squeeze her heart. Her stomach flipped over, and she was sure she was going to be sick. She sucked in air and forced her lunch to stay down.
Lilly’s eyes trailed to where the photographer’s assistant was fanning out the gown’s white train, positioning the bride against the dropping sun. She scraped her gaze over that tiny body that couldn’t weigh a hundred pounds. Sure enough, there was a tiny baby bump evident in the mermaid-style dress that hugged her every curve to her knees. Annabelle moved the oversized bouquet of pink roses to cover her pregnancy.
“Would you mind if I also bring Dalton with me?” Kalista asked as though not for the first time.
Lilly needed to leave. Now. She’d had more than enough of playing nice. “Sure. That would be wonderful.”
She glanced around the boat, trying to remember where she’d stored her purse so she could retrieve a business card for the young girl then get the hell out of there. “Give me a call in about a week, and I’ll make arrangements for you to spend time with the boys.” Her boys jumped up and down enthusiastically.
“Let me give you my number.” She was about to ask her mother to check the storage bin when Kalista waggled her phone.
“I already have it. The boys gave it to me. I hope that was okay.”
That was fantastic. They could leave. Now.
She couldn’t stop her betraying eyes. They had caught her cheating ex happily kissing his new wife for the camera. He’d moved on.
Well, damn it, she would, too.
“Boys, run over and say goodbye to your father and Grandma Betsy.” Her boys wilted, all the excitement faded. What was that about?
“Do we have to?” Greyson complained and stared longingly into the boat.
Kalista took the boys by the hand and pasted on a smile. “Come on. You want to say goodbye to our grandmother, don’t you?” She led them to Betsy who sat chatting with a few guests Lilly recognized as Chicago physicians but didn’t know them or their wives. The older woman hugged and spoke to each boy then looked over and waved to Lilly. She was such a wonderful grandmother. Too bad her son was an ass.
Greyson charged over to hug his father, but the man stepped back and held out his hands, palms up to stop the child. Even from the dock Lilly heard the scolding.
“Not now, Greyson. We’re in the middle of pictures. We’ve already taken the ones involving you.” At arm’s length, his father picked him up as though he was a can of smelly trash and set him behind the photographer, next to his brother.
“But...but...we’re leaving.” Greyson pointed toward Lilly waiting for them on the dock.
She seethed and stepped forward to rescue her sons.
Levi grabbed her arm. “Don’t cause a scene. You’ll make it even worse for the boys.”