I chuckle under my breath.
Our nightly sex marathons are proof.
Loki widens his eyes in surprise. “Holy hell! Roderick Callahan Wolfe has been brought down to his knees by his best friend. If I wasn’t this happy for you, I’d give you a hard time,” he says, patting me on the shoulder before pulling me into a bro hug. “You’re a lucky guy. She’s pretty hot.”
“Is she ever?”
“Go find her,” he winks.
He doesn’t have to tell me twice.
I step out of the conference room and head to my left.
“She went the other way,” Marissa says when I pass her desk. “She was looking for you, but settled for a sugar fix instead. Less trouble,” she laughs.
“You think you’re funny?”
“As a matter of fact, I do.”
“Get back to work!” I scold playfully.
“Yes, boss!”
I take a right and resume my mission.
When I enter the small conference room near Loki’s office, I find her.
That fine ass.
“I object to that dress,” I say.
Dom turns around to face me. “It doesn’t look good on me?”
Wow!
Now that there’s nothing obstructing my view, I can fully take her in. The light bounces against the gold chain ofher necklace. It’s hidden, but I know the pendant is resting near her heart. It fills me with pride every time I see it on her.The neckline of her crimson-colored dress dips slightly to accentuate her slender neck. I was right. The fabric clings like a kid glove tohergorgeous tits. I’m proud of her for displaying her ink without shame. My eyes travel down, taking in the rest of her. The hem falls just below the knees. What a sexy as hell length! It elicits all sorts of raunchy thoughts. The demure cut and the fiery red hardens my cock. It’s like the damn thing is an invitation for misbehaving.
I close the gap between us. I’m just about to answer her when I spot a dot of chocolate glaze on her chin. Without thinking, I lower my head and lick it off.
“Rod…” Her voice comes out in a tremor.
“To answer your question, it looks too damn good on you. So much so, I’ll have to add it to mybank of recurring filthy fantasies.”
She flashes me a bright smile. “Thank you.”
“The vibrant colors against your blonde hair…” I say caressing her face. I drop my eyes to her feet. “Are those new?”
“Yes.”
Those shoes were designed to destroy a man.
“Tsk. Naughty Dom. When you get back, I might have to demand you wear them so I can fuck you wearing nothing else but those strapped to your feet.”
“Oh,” she blushes.
“Please. Don’t play innocent with me. You wore this dress for one of two reasons. One, you want to make sure I have some juicy material to jerk off to while I miss you desperately. Two, there’s a lucky bastard in Miami who’ll have the pleasure of peeling it off you tonight to find out what you’re hiding underneath.”
She tilts her head back and laughs. “Silly Rod, there’s only you.”
