Do Not Respond
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“He can’t hear you, you fucking idiot! Neither can I, now!”
“So, he can’t hear me say how red your face is, or how you just stared straight at his co….”
I growl and tear out the other headphone, turning to face her to give her a look that could kill a ghost. I pluck the cord from my laptop all together. “Yes, Odette.” I point my thumb over at him. “Cole is here, and you can chat to him.”
“Hi, Odette.” Cole’s voice tremors with laughter, and I look down at the screen to watch the two of us in the camera box. He rubs my shoulder. I look up at him, his smile beaming down at me. My face feels as if it’s on fire, so while they catch up I excuse myself and make up a reason to use the bathroom.
After fanning myself with a paper towel to avoid wrecking my makeup, I move to the doorway and stand to the side, watching how effortlessly they’re chatting. I barely even register what they’re talking about as I keep thinking I almost nosedived his dick.
I stroll back after a few minutes when I hear Odette call out to me. Cole leaves us to go and take a shower. I wait for him to get in the bathroom before I continue chatting.
“You could have warned me!” My lips squeeze together in annoyance.
“I tried! But you were too focused on my sex life. That’ll teach you for being so nosey.”
“You were nosey about mine!” I shoot back. “Well, did you bang your boss?” I lift my chin in a dare for her to confess.
“Nope.”
“But you want to.…” I allow my words to linger, and she straightens in her seat. Her beautiful eyes lose their spark for a moment.
“No, it’s not like that.…” Her voice wavers as she confesses. “He told a colleague something really horrid about me. I could never be with a man like that.”
My heart aches as I watch her pretty face fade into sadness. “He’s not worthy of you.”
“No, he isn’t. Us queens need a king.”
“Yes, we do.”
“I think you might have one there, little sis.” Her happiness for me is genuine, and it makes me miss her even more.
“I think so, too. You need one as well.”
“Don’t worry about me, hon. I’m fine.”
We end the call with a few air kisses and I love yous. Even though she’s been overseas for a few years, I easily tear up with missing her. Seeing her distraught face makes me want to ask what her boss said, which would probably prompt me to buy a ticket to get over there sooner.
Big sis, I’m gonna visit you soon. I’ll be over there for a holiday, and I’ll pack my pointy shoes to kick any boss meanies in the nut sack.
I spend the next few minutes on the dress website and place a few orders. A gal can never have too many dresses … or vintage pink-dot mesh dresses from Vintage Unlimited. I remember the look Cole gave me on Saturday night. I add a risqué dress to my purchases.
I stand and move my laptop to the other side of the desk and shuffle in my chair, tidying around it before watering my bamboo plant. My water bottle is empty, so I walk to the bathroom to refill it. I open the door and freeze.
Oh, my God.
Standing in the opened shower door is a very naked, wet, lean—and did I mention naked—Cole. The water continues to fall across his body, and I’m trapped looking at him. How is water not going everywhere? His left arm is up against the wall as his other hand is moving up and down his cock. My pulse quickens, and my grip tightens on the doorknob. I stand, mesmerised, watching his shoulder muscles move with every stroke.
Holy shit, he’s filled out since I last saw him shirtless, at the beach. I can’t get over what my fingers ran over last night. He groans, and I bite my lip, taking one more peek at his hand and then his bum. Yes, it looks even better out of suit pants.
I remember squeezing that.
Okay. Not helping my libido. Time to do something about it.
I step in and close the door, flicking the lock behind me. Cole’s head turns to me, his hand halting, still grasping his hard cock. I run my eyes down his body and lick my bottom lip. I watch his taut muscles as I rest my eyes on his hand. His thumb brushes over the head of his cock, and warmth gathers between my thighs.
I want him inside me so badly, but his hand enthrals me. I walk toward him and join him in the shower room, closing that door behind me as well. My gaze flicks up to his. Water runs down the back of his head, covering his hot body.
The open doorway makes it almost impossible for me to not join him. But I want to watch him.
“I dare you,” I beg.
“To do what, Letty?” he asks seductively. Luring me in, making me move closer.
“Show me.” I move my hand toward my chest. “I want you to finish.”
“I’ll show you what you do to me.” His voice deepens, his eyes darkening. His elbow tenses. His hand tightens. The head of his cock throbs. He shifts his hand up along his shaft, and my eyes couldn’t leave him if I tried.
I watch him, enraptured by it all. His chest heaves as the speed increases, his grunts becoming more and more pronounced as his hand continues to pump his delicious, hard cock. I squeeze my aching breast, wishing his fingers were on me and in me, as a growl engulfs the room. Our eyes meet, and I’m trapped in his stare.
“Come for me,” I plead. His lips part on a groan while his nostrils flare, his chest rising with each breath. His abdomen seizes, and I drop my gaze instantly to his wrist, watching in awe as his hips jerk, the stream of his come spurting across his knuckles.
I rub my thighs together, eager to touch him, but I chase that intensity by holding my breast to control my need. Now is not the time for me. I want this to be all about him.
The water cascades across his sexy body, and I grab the towel from the handrail. He turns the tap off and I hold out the unfolded towel, watching the sinews in his legs shift as he steps out onto the shower mat. His fingers curl around the towel, and he dries his face and head hurriedly, his hair spiking up.
He’s so cute. Before I can tell him, he leans forward and kisses me. His goatee is wet and soothing against my hot skin. His tongue, tracing mine, makes me want to bend into him. My arm holds onto his wet arm as I deepen the kiss, my clit throbbing. He pulls back, and my step falters before I correct myself.
“How do you feel?” He begins to wipe the towel up and down his body, removing every drop of water that should be enjoyed by my tongue.
“Flushed.” My hand touches my cheek.
“Want me to do something about it?” He raises his elbow in the air as his other hand runs the towel up and down his arm. Geez, Louise, I have my own Calvin Klein ad in front of me.
“Not without you.” I continue to watch him towel himself dry. He doesn’t leave anything to the imagination. My dreams are going to be amazing now.
“If you keep looking at my Mini Marsupial, I’ll sort you out right now.” A smile lingers on his lips. I shake my head and step back, the temptation all too great.
“Raincheck.” Opening the door, I look over my shoulder at him. “The Lycra didn’t do you justice.” I wink, thinking I have the upper hand as I reach the basin, until his voice stops me.
“You’ve already superseded every thought I’ve ever had. Somehow, I know that when I unwrap your body, every thought I’ve ever had will soar to the stars.”
I clutch the basin as my knees wobble. Touché. I quickly check my appearance. Flushed face, ridiculous scarf, but overall, not too shabby. Time to play it professional. A pity, when being unprofessional is so much fun. I’m going to enjoy thinking about his little show today.
I step back and close the door, turning to find Theo walking through the office door with his motorbike helmet in his hand. I let go of the handle and hope like hell my face hasn’t coloured like a beetroot. I hope my sexy thoughts about Cole aren’t showing on my face.
Cole was hot as fuck in the shower. Yes, he was.
Theo moves toward me, running his hand through his short hair, and I freeze, seeing
whe
re he’s headed.
“I think Cole’s got an upset stomach,” I blurt, wrinkling my nose. “My eyes watered the second
I stepped in there. I’m sure he’s had to wash it off.” I lower my voice. “Don’t say anything though; he’s probably embarrassed.”
Theo’s brow rises and he nods, instantly turning back to his desk.
I bite my lip from my blatant lie, and hope I can pull it off. My mind instantly travels to images of Cole’s naked and wet body. Holy hell, cycling isn’t so bad after all. Tour de France, here I come.
We continue our day as normal, dealing with the aftermath of Dennis without dwelling too much on his behaviour on Saturday. Scheduled meetings come and go while the guys continue working on some individual projects. All the while I wonder if they suspect a change between Cole and me. We’ve maintained our distance while being civil, yet I haven’t snapped at him like I did in the past. Maybe I need to perform a stunt to annoy him or something. I could whine about needing a coffee to deal with him.
I’ve discovered today that playing “professional” with Cole can be all sort of fun … and annoying.
To: clawson@innovationdesigns.com.au
From: lchase@innovationdesigns.com.au
Subject: A question for Mr. Boss Man.
Date: Mon: 9/8/18 9:45am
So, I’m curious. How did you respond to my Monday meeting emails so quickly? I’d send one and you’d send your smartarse one back, picking me apart. Is there a black hole in this building to hide in? Does it store chocolate?
LETTY, not Leticia. Just sending you a friendly reminder before I throw my stapler at your head for calling me the dreaded L-cia word.
FYI—Did you know that Cole rhymes with arse…?
To: lchase@innovationdesigns.com.au
From: clawson@innovationdesigns.com.au
Subject: It’s Sir Boss Man
Date: Mon: 9/8/18 9:56am
I ride in early, have something to eat at the Blue Dog café around the corner, and wait to see if I can stir you up. And I always do.
I’m almost ashamed to admit it was the highlight of my workday.
But it was. Still, I’m going to miss it.
Cole, not arse—
To: clawson@innovationdesigns.com.au
From: lchase@innovationdesigns.com.au
Date: Mon: 9/8/18 10:07am
So that explains it! You cunning spider, you. Back to work. A gal’s gotta earn her living.
It’s L-e-t-t-y.
To: lchase@innovationdesigns.com.au
From: clawson@innovationdesigns.com.au
Subject: PR
Date: Mon: 9/8/18 2:23pm
Leticia,
(You said I had to be professional.)
Can you please schedule an appointment in my calendar with a certain blonde? I have many things to discuss. We could check the water pressure in the shower.
Regards,
Cole (The guy at his desk)
To: clawson@innovationdesigns.com.au
From: lchase@innovationdesigns.com.au
Subject: PR?
Date: Mon: 9/8/18 3:05pm
What does PR mean? I can schedule a time for 5:01p.m. Shall I confirm? Not the shower, as I don’t want to get wet. My curls will go crazy.
Regards,
Letty
P.S. For every time you call me Leticia, that’s one kiss you don’t get.
To: lchase@innovationdesigns.com.au
From: clawson@innovationdesigns.com.au
Subject: PR—please respond
Date: Mon: 9/8/18 3:08pm
Confirm. Confirm. Confirm.
Oh, come on! Be daring. It is the water pressure that’s at stake after we’ve finished with it.
Every time I call you, that means I’ll give you a kiss. So, it’ll even itself out.
FYI—you’ll get wet regardless. Just sayin’
Boss dude
My eyes begin to droop at the computer screen as I finish my final invoice. I would have finished sooner had a certain someone not distracted me all day. Turns out, Cole was very thirsty today—I could have sworn he got a fresh drink of water every half hour. Bending over at the front was all part of his devious plan, too. And it worked. My eyes were glued to that delicious behind.
My eyes flick to the clock to see it’s nearing six p.m. Huh. We missed our 5:01 appointment. Cole mentioned earlier he was staying to clean up Dennis crap, so I felt bad leaving him. Rather, I want to be near him, and completing a few tasks made the time move swiftly, after I’d wasted most of the day.
“Letty,” Cole calls out to me, and I smile. Being alone means he can be himself.
“Yes, boss?”
“Can you come here for a sec? I want you to look at this design for me. I’m thinking there’s something wrong with the print. I’ll bring it to the table for a better look.”
“Yeah, sure.” I rise from my seat, following him to the oak table. He rolls out the design, and I recognise it. It’s Dennis. The one he’s not paying for until Cole sues him. I want to grab a pen and thrash through it. All that beautiful hard work turned sour.
Cole leans forward, pressing his hands on the table, and stares down at the top section, depicting the final level.
“Can you look at this and see if looks weird to you?” He steps back and sits in the chair so I can move closer, leaning in. Almost immediately, I feel his hand run up my leg.
I stop and turn my eyes back to his. “Thought you wanted me to check this print?”
“Fuck the print,” he growls, running his hand higher.
“Like what you’re feeling?” My words are soft, and inviting.
“Like what you saw this morning?” His voice lures me in, challenging me.
“Very much.” I tilt my bottom up so he can trail his hand farther along my skin.
“I believe I left you in a state.” His eyes leave mine as my skirt rises, taking his attention with it. He reaches my panties and curls his finger underneath the band, waiting for a sign. Maybe he thinks I’ll object?
I don’t.
I look toward the door but remember we are completely alone on this floor now.
“I want you to sit on this desk, Letty.” His voice whispers across my skin, my underwear quickly moving down my legs. My chest pounds, and my mound throbs.
“Yes,” I pant, my eagerness knowing no boundaries. I kick my leg out to free my feet from my panties, and he lifts my skirt to push his head underneath.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs against my skin. “You smell better than I imagined.”
His hands grip my behind as he separates me to bury his face lower, to lick from my pussy back to my behind. I groan, my fingers curling into the table. He shifts from under my skirt, and I frown.
Yet, my disappointment is short-lived.
“Turn around and sit on the edge of the desk. I’m not finished with you yet.”
Cole
The edge of her skirt brushes against my knee as she turns around, throwing her scarf on the floor before she seats that luscious rump on the edge of the table. Her long, slender fingers curl into the edge of the desk, as her hips sway slightly back and forth. I watch her squirm, eager to get started, but enjoying the wanton look in her eyes. Fuck, I can’t wait to sink between her thighs and watch those blue eyes widen, her slick pussy taking each thrust.
Her head tilts down, the edge of her mouth drawn in by her teeth, and I struggle to hold back a groan. The look in her eyes this morning in the shower made coming for her a performance I wanted to repeat again and again. She thought I was joking about that shower in the email. Not a chance.
I run my hands up her thighs, collecting the pink fabric and pushing it right up, untucking it from her behind to have her bare-waisted. She has the hottest pussy I’ve ever seen. I push back a little on her hips, making her sit on the oak table top. A chuckle escapes her lips as a cute little squeak from her skin sounds as I slide her across the desk. I place my fingers between her thighs to slide them
apart, eager to turn that chuckle into a moan. A whole chain of moans.
I rub the flesh in between her legs, and her breathing picks up. I smile, eager to get started. As I shift on my seat, my cock is already thick and desperate to escape my pants, but my focus is elsewhere.
“You watching me this morning was the biggest fucking turn-on.”
“It was so hot,” she croons, and I want to sink my teeth into her thighs.
“I think you’re definitely ready for me,” I coax, bending to rub my lips near the skin around my fingers, squeezing the flesh of sexy thighs. I feather kisses around the edges of my hands, enjoying her legs flinching from the soft tickle, as I move closer to her pussy.
“I used to love tickling you,” I confess, running my tongue between the gaps of my fingers. Letty hisses as I kiss and blow against the wet skin.
“You did it all the time,” she mutters, her voice expectant and needy. I move my hands up her legs farther to reach her core.
“Good to see my touch still works,” I murmur, purposely vibrating my lips against her skin.
Her leg twitches as she growls, “Cole! Stop teasing me!”
I rub my thumbs in circles and shift up so she can see my face clearly. “I’d brace myself if I were you,” I say, my thumbs crawling closer to her centre, and her eyes dilating even more. “I’m about to re-enact one of the fantasies I’ve had about you, at least a dozen times, right here on this desk.”
“Oh, really?” she challenges.
“I’ll be much more creative though. Going to smash out that fantasy with an even better one.”
Her hips tilt slightly off the desk, as my thumbs rest at the edges of her core. I lean down to smell her, moving my head until it’s a breath away.
“Mmm.” My voice is raspy with veneration. “I can already tell reality is going to make those times I pictured you sitting here lacklustre. For every meeting your mouth drove me crazy with your sniping, I’m going to use my mouth to give payback.”
“For fuck’s sake, Cole, just suck my—.” She shrieks, her hips tilting up, and I move my hand to push under her cheek, bringing her core to my mouth. Her taste is tangy, yet sweet. My tongue delves deeper, satisfying a hunger I’ve had for more than a decade, building my desire with each lick. I trace the edges of her pussy and savour the wetness that coats my tongue. She is the thirst I never knew I craved.