23. BODI
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“ I know, but you know KPI is the right publisher for it right now.”
“I don’t know, Bodi. KPI has never had a non-fiction bestseller. I’m worried you don’t have the marketing experience to make this happen.” Kent’s voice sounds hesitant, and I sigh, rubbing my face. I really want this deal, but so far, he’s been giving me more restraint than I’m used to.
I drop my hand on my lap when my door slowly opens and my favorite brunette peeks her head through. She gives me a short wave and I shake my head, pointing at the phone on my desk. It should be enough for her to understand this is not a good time, but sometimes she and I speak a different language. Which has more to do with her ability to listen than the words I speak.
It doesn’t stop my obsession for her, though.
“That doesn’t mean we’re not qualified, Kent.” I keep my eyes trained on Kayla, who ignores my rejection and quietly locks the door behind her with a mischievous grin. I close my eyes with a clenched jaw, then sigh. She’s interrupting me, but as soon as a whiff of her sweet shampoo fills my nose, all aggravation simmers away, vanishing into thin air.
She’s wearing a cute skater dress, her denim jacket covering up her arms. She looks so damn pretty every day. It’s getting harder and harder for me to not touch her at work, and the playful grin that splits her face tells me she knows. There is nothing but intent in every single one of her actions.
Fucking minx.
“I have a non-fiction team that has great results with our publications.” Kayla slowly saunters toward me, ignoring the scowl that’s sitting on my face. Or at least that’s the look I’m aiming for. Considering she’s still smiling, I’m doing a shit job.
She has me wrapped around her little pinky, and we’re not even together. Though, it’s getting harder and harder to tell myself we aren’t. In my head she’s mine.
I wake up next to her, and I love every morning since.
We eat breakfast together, drive to work together, I tell her she eats shit when she’s begging me for another Wendy’s burger, and she tells me to shut up. She begs me to drive my car, and I keep telling her no before I shut her up with a kiss. Her head rests on my lap when we watch a movie and I absentmindedly play with her hair. She feels like she belongs when she’s strolling around my condo in her freaking tight as fuck yoga pants.
She feels mine.
“Great results are not bestsellers, Bodi. You know that.” Kent counters at the same time Kayla pushes my chair back, then gets on top of the desk with her legs wide enough for me to glance at her bare thighs. A sliver of her white lace panties teasing me.
“What are you doing?” I mouth with wide eyes and a ticking jaw, then clear my throat, staring at the ceiling. “What do you suggest, Kent?”
Kayla puts the tip of her white sneaker beside my leg, resting it on the edge of my chair.
“Give me a plan to show my client. A good marketing plan.”
I snatch Kayla’s ankle, holding her still with an angry expression, but she looks right through me. Her cheeks are flustered in the softest pink, her eyes flashing with hunger.
She’s not going to stop, simply because I can’t hide my own craving while she’s partially spread out on my desk. Giving in to the temptation, my hands move up until I find the edge of the flimsy fabric, brushing my fingers along her skin while keeping the phone pressed between the side of my head and my shoulder.
Slowly, my thumb traces the seam, the tip stimulated by the rough structure of the lace, while the lower part smooths over her velvety hot skin.
Her heat is teasing me, torturing me when I move to the center, and find each thread damp, moist, begging me to lick it up.
Fuck, she’s going to kill me.
She throws her head back, enjoying my touch as she lifts up the hem of her skirt a little more with a daring look.
“I can do that,” I say, with a little more husk and impatience than I intended. “Anything else?”
I wrap my arms around Kayla’s hips, yanking her into my lap, and she quickly covers her mouth to silence the shriek that’s coming from her lips.
“Yeah,” Kent replies. “A damn good advance.”
I narrow my eyes at the minx who’s silently giggling on my lap, now straddling me.
“Fine, I’ll get back to you in two days.”
“Sure thing.” Before he can say anything else, I reach out to hang up the phone, then softly bite her neck as I put my focus back on the little devil.
“Ouch!” She chuckles. “I didn’t know you were a biter.”
“I didn’t know you didn’t have ears.”
“I have ears!” she cries incredulously, pressing her hands against them.
“Then why didn’t you listen when I told you no?”
“Because I wanted to show off my new shoes.” At a weird angle, I twist my head to see how she brings her feet up, looking at the brand-new pearl white sneakers on her feet.
“You wanted to show me your new sneakers?”
“Well, yeah?” She gives me an expression that says duh . “They just came in the mail. You like sneakers, and I needed a reason to get into your office. Besides, loophole.” She smirks.
“Loophole?” I parrot.
“Yeah, you didn’t actually say no. No words came from your mouth.” I take the back of her neck in a reprimanding grip, but it only amuses her more.
“Loophole.” I scowl with pursed lips. “You’re the worst.”
“I know.” She takes my face in her hands, pressing a sweet kiss to my lips.
“You can’t barge into my office like that, Kayla.” I speak the words while my mouth never disconnects from hers, each word growing fainter as they come from my throat. She’s a witch. The kind that is able to put a spell on people because she sure as hell got me enchanted as fuck. Because fuck me, if I don’t love each fucking second she walks into my office teasing me.
While her lips press against mine, the leftover annoyance disappears as quickly as it arrived.
“I know,” she whispers, then glides her tongue against mine.
I pull her closer to my chest, loving how she’s wrapped around my waist with her legs. She fits me like a glove. Her curves melt with my body, making me believe she’s made for me.
“You know, but you don’t care,” I state, nibbling her lip while my hands move under the fabric of her dress to feel the silky skin of her thighs underneath my palm.
My head says I’m falling in way to deep, but I can’t fucking stop.
I’m addicted.
“I don’t give a shit.” She giggles.
“What the fuck am I going to do with you?”
“What you’ve been doing for weeks?” she answers in a matter-of-fact tone. “Feeding me, cuddling me, kissing me, fucking me.”
“You sound like I’m your butler.”
Her fucking sex butler. Not a bad job description, though.
“You are, a little.” The amused tone in her voice has me laughing out loud with my head thrown back.
“You’re crazy, babe.”
“I’m crazy about you.” The words make my eyes lock with hers, my head titling. The light blue of her eyes is sparkling with affection, and I love it. I want to take a picture of her face, right now, forever cherishing this look.
She’s gorgeous.
Free, wild, bold, mine.
“I’m crazy about you too, babe.” It might not be very friend-like, but I mean every word. I’m crazy about her. She’s the only one that makes me laugh and the one who’s responsible for the lighthearted feeling that’s been around for a while now. “But I have another meeting in five minutes.”
I grab her hips, lifting her from my lap before putting her back on the desk. If I don’t I’ll be fucking her senseless on my desk, and if I unleash that beast…there’s no way back. Not to mention the little concubine in front of me. As soon as I cross that line, we’ll be fucking like rabbits every single day, and it will be only a matter of time before people start finding out.
The memory of her spread out at the New Years eve party is torture enough for now. Keeping whatever we have between the safety of my condo is the only thing I can do right now to not fall head first into a situation I don’t want.
“We can do a lot in five minutes.” She wiggles her eyebrows.
If only she could stop leaving me with blue balls all day, that would be great.
My hands run up her legs one more time, getting closer to press another kiss against her pink lips.
“We both know we’ll take longer than five minutes, and I can’t be late.”
“You’re no fun.” She pouts like the innocent girl she isn’t, and I drag her lip down with my thumb. But I’m dying to be fun.
“I know, but the day is over in two hours and we can go home.” I brush my nose against hers. “We can order food and watch a movie.” I pause. “After I strip you naked on the kitchen counter, and eat you out, right here.” I rub my finger over her center, and she squeals, then gives me a deathglare.
“You’re a tease,” she accuses.
“What?” I chuckle. “No, you are a tease. Here.” I point at the two books sitting on my desk behind her, and she picks one up.
“What’s this?”
“It’s my first edition of Trapped.” She flips the book in her hands, knitting her eyebrows together in a cute way I can’t get enough of. “I want you to list it for the silent auction.”
“But this is your favorite book?”
“I know, but it’s signed. I think it can easily make a grand in the auction.”
“Bodi,” she whines, and it’s too damn endearing. “This is your favorite book.”
“It’s fine, baby. It’s just a book.”
“You’re so sweet.”
The phone on my desk rings again, and I press the button while my lips start a trail of kisses on her neck. She moans, sending a direct message to my dick.
“Yes?” I groan.
“I have Mr. Lennox on line one for you.” Agnes’s voice echoes through the room.
“Yes, send him through,” I tell her, then give Kayla one last kiss before tapping her thigh to kindly tell her to get back to work. She jumps off the desk, grinding her body against mine with a seductive look in her eyes while Mr. Lennox comes over the line.
“Bodi, how are you?”
“Mr. Lennox, I’m great.” My tone is unintentionally sultry from her touch, my breath fluttering Kayla’s lashes. She licks her lips, then stands on her toes to bring her mouth flush with my ear.
“Can’t wait to have my bare ass on your kitchen counter,” she whispers, then softly bites my earlobe. The sensation ripples a shiver down my legs before she takes off with a sway in her hips that’s supposed to be alluring.
Goddamn.
It’s working.
Frustrated, I rub the back of my neck, keeping my full attention on the girl leaving my office. It takes everything I have to not end this call right now and pull her back by her hair. She’s hard to resist any moment of the day, but when she puts me to the test like that? I want to push away all my principles and give in to the need to be inside of her. To feel her as close to me as possible.
I roll my eyes with a smile haunting my lips when she sends me a wink, then finally leaves my office. Flustered, my hands rub over my face with a grunt audible from my lips.
“Bodi? Are you still there?”
I clear my throat, suddenly remembering I was on the phone, and my brows shoot up a little in embarrassment.
Keep your head on straight, Bodi.
“Yeah, I’m here.” It’s a blatant lie, because physically I’m here, but my mind stays with my little minx for the rest of the day.