He had to be kidding. Really. When he put his humongous feet up on her desk…she knew he had to be kidding. But he wasn’t. He truly was that cocky.
“Your exact words? ‘This wasn’t part of the agreement. And if you think I’ll take your shit for two seconds, you are sadly mistaken. Are you even listening to me?’ That’s what you said.”
Bastard. That’s exactly what she said.
Okay. Forceful wasn’t working with him. And the bottom line was she still had to work with this guy.
She growled to herself. This is why you shouldn’t fuck co-‐workers!
Sighing, “Look, Yager, I’m sure that…that…what are you doing?”
Once again, he seemed to have stopped listening to her and instead fiddled with her extremely expensive and self-‐purchased, ergonomically correct office chair.
She watched him push a button and drop the arm rests under the seat.
“Excuse me, but I had that chair exactly the way I wanted it.”
He looked at her and she wondered why he just wouldn’t comb his hair. That tousled, just-‐rolled-‐out-‐of-‐bed-‐after-‐a-‐night-‐of-‐good-‐fucking hair absolutely killed her.
“I’ll fix it.” He glanced around her office and she wondered what the hell he wanted…and why wouldn’t he leave her alone? He’d fucked her…what more did he want?
“So, Neecy…any problems at your night job?”
Neecy frowned. “What?”
“Anything the Ravens should know about?”
Aw, shit. “There’s nothing you need to worry your big head about.”
“Hunting Season is something we don’t need to worry about? That’s new.”
“If it truly is Hunting Season, they’re not after you. And the Crows don’t need you. But thank you, O’ Big Great Strong One for trying to come to our rescue.”
Yager grinned. She just snapped at him and he grins at her. What a freak.
“Come here, Neecy.”
No, she didn’t like the sound of that one bit. He said it all low and husky, causing her nipples to immediately peak under her sports bra and burgundy sweater.
“Uh…no.”
He sat up straight, dropping his big feet to the floor, and pulled his leather jacket off. He dropped it on the floor beside the chair. “Come here.”
“I don’t think…”
“I just don’t feel like yelling at you across this office.” He smiled at her. “So come here.”
She knew this was a bad idea, but she couldn’t stop herself. At least, she couldn’t stop her body. Her mind tried. It told her to stop walking. It told her to stay away. But her body completely ignored her mind, walking right across the room until she stood in front of Yager.
“What, Yager?”
He took a deep breath and let his eyes glide over her body. Now she had a wet pussy to go with her hard nipples. Plus, she could barely breathe. Which she found a little scary, since breathing was so important.
“Didn’t you miss me at all last night?” he asked softly.
“No.” Mostly because she spent the night partying with the Crows. Apparently, the opening of Hunting Season by men unknown was just another reason for the Crows to throw a party. Once the party was over, she only had time to run home, shower, and get to her eight a.m. class. Good thing Crows didn’t need a lot of sleep.
His big hand gently grabbed the hem of her sweater and tugged. “Not even a little?”
“Yager, I can’t…”
But before she could finish, he’d pulled her in between his legs, wrapped his arms around her waist, and rested his cheek against her stomach.
Then he held her.
Neecy didn’t know what to do. She’d never had a man hold her like this. Just hold her.
Didn’t help it felt kind of nice.
She shook her head. No, she would not allow herself to have those thoughts.
“Yager…”
“You smell so good.”
Dammit!
“I’ve been thinking about your smell since you left yesterday morning.”
Yager turned his head and her eyes slid shut in desperation as he kissed her stomach through her sweater.
“It’s barely been twenty-‐four hours since I last saw you and I can’t stop thinking about you.”
“Yager…,” she whispered, unable to control her voice.
He pushed her sweater up and out of his way, kissing her bare stomach.
“We…we can’t.”
He simply growled in response. Then his hands slid down her waist and thighs, only to loop back under her skirt.
She let out a breath and so did he.
“Neecy…these are thigh-‐highs.”
“I…I hate pantyhose.” She wore them because they were convenient and very comfortable, especially when she rode her bike to school. And only a few places sold thigh highs for someone her height and build.
Not until this moment, though, had she ever been more grateful for tracking down those stores and buying a big stack of the wool stockings.
Yager slowly pushed up her skirt, watching his own hands move the plaid material out of his way.
“Yeah…this is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
He must be kidding. He saw the Valkyries almost every day and she knew for a fact at least one of them used to be a Penthouse Pet. Exactly what about Neecy he found sexy, she had no idea. Unless he simply got turned on by girls who, on more than one occasion, threw a knife at his head.
No, this wouldn’t do. They had to stop. Right now. Right this second. Right this very moment…
Neecy’s head fell back as Yager’s hands ran up the inside of her thighs. He kissed the flesh just above where the stockings ended. She dug her hands into his hair as he spread her legs and gently moved her so that she straddled his big thighs, pulling her down until she sat on him.
Now she knew why he moved the armrests out of the way.
“Look at me, Neecy.”
Neecy slowly opened her eyes and then almost shut them again. No one should look at her like that. No one. Exactly how was she supposed to think straight when a man as gorgeous as Yager looked at her like that?
“Kiss me, Neecy.”
“You promised…”
“No. I didn’t. I only promised you anything you wanted for twenty-‐four hours.
You want more than that…you’ll have to re-‐negotiate our deal.”
Damn business majors. Being nosy after their time together, Neecy discovered the man had an MBA and a Masters in computer science. She knew the Magna Carta and Prince John. Clearly outmatched in this particular situation, she gave in and relaxed…sorta.
“Kiss me,” he growled again.
Neecy couldn’t help herself. The man had the most amazing lips. And she already knew what a great kisser he was. She hated her weakness, but a girl could only take so much. Besides, she still wanted him. Fucking him for twenty-‐ four hours straight hadn’t remotely dampened her desire for him. If anything, the whole thing only made it worse. Now she knew exactly what she was missing.
She leaned forward, gently touching her lips to Yager’s. He groaned softly and his hands tightened on her ass. He tilted his head to the side and slipped his tongue into her mouth. As soon as his tongue touched hers, she was lost.
Yager gripped Neecy to him, pulling her into his body. Christ, why didn’t she see it? Why didn’t she see that this was where she belonged? Right here. With him.
Her fingers dug painfully into his scalp as she pulled him closer. Her kiss was desperate. Demanding. She explored his mouth while he slipped his hand between the two of them and brushed against her crotch. She whimpered but didn’t pull away. So he moved her panties aside and with unerring aim born of twenty-‐four hours of practice, he thrust two fingers inside her pussy. She let out a soft squeal, pulling her mouth away from his.