Boudreaux 01 Easy Love (22 page)

“Breakfast of champions.”

“Oh, I have to go take a call for Gabby. I’ll call you later.”

“Bye.”

I hang up and sigh. I’m restless. It’s been more than a week since Van was hurt. She’s doing well. The past week has been a blur of police statements, long days at work, and short nights with Kate.

Kate.

She’s been working her own ass off. She works late into the evening, and is up early again the next morning. I see her long enough to sink inside her sweet body, then curl up around her and sleep.

I rub my hand over my mouth as it occurs to me that
I miss her.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

I turn my attention back to work, but it’s no use. I can’t focus. I can’t think of anything but Kate, and quickly decide to rectify the situation.

“Put me through to Kate O’Shaughnessy’s office,” I instruct my assistant and grin when I hear Kate answer with an irritated, “This is Kate.”

“This is Eli,” I reply. “I need you to gather all of your notes and files on your project and come to my office, please.”

“Is there a problem?” she asks.

“Ten minutes,” I reply, rather than answer, and hang up the phone. I answer several emails and calls before Kate is announced and shown into my office. I gesture for her to have a seat, then stand, cross to the door, lock it, and return to my own seat behind the desk.

“Good morning.” My voice is formal, professional, and makes Kate frown.

“Hello,” she replies. “Eli, is something wrong?”

“No.” I shake my head and steeple my fingers. “I just want an update.”

She narrows her eyes on me for a moment. I cock an eyebrow and simply wait, and finally, she opens a file and begins to talk.

And I don’t even know what the fuck she’s talking about. Her words mean nothing to me. All I can think about his how that skirt fits tight on her hips and ass and her white blouse fits tight across her tits. She loves expensive underwear, which makes my cock hard and my heart pound, and I want to know what she’s wearing under that outfit.
 

She crosses her legs, drawing attention to the sexy emerald green fuck-me heels on her slender feet, and I swallow hard as I picture her naked, sprawled on my desk, her legs over my shoulders with just those heels on.

Jesus Christ, I want her.

“Eli?”

“Yes.”

“Did you hear a word I just said?”

“No.”

She shakes her head and watches me like I’m crazy. And I am. I’m completely fucking crazy about her.

“Do you want me to go through it again?”

“No, I don’t really give a shit right now.”

“You don’t care that someone is stealing from your company? That’s the whole reason you hired me, Eli.”

“Right now, in this moment, no. I don’t give a fuck.”

“What do you want, then?”

“You.”

Her green eyes flare, and her pouty mouth opens in surprise. The pulse in her neck speeds up.

I’m going to bite her there.

“You called me up here to—”

“To fuck you.” I finish her sentence for her, because I didn’t call her up here to do
stuff
, as she calls it.
 

“We are not going to do that here,” she hisses, looking scandalized, but I simply grin and lean over the desk toward her, keeping her gaze steadily in mine.
 

“Let me make it clear; we can have sweat dripping, sheet ripping, furniture breaking, screaming, trembling, hair pulling, ass smacking fucking for hours, or soft, sweet, quiet, intense lovemaking for days. You can have either or both, but we’re not leaving here without me being inside you, sugar.”
 

Her legs shift as she clenches her thighs together and she swallows hard, processing my words.

“Right, because we can just stay here for days.”

“Don’t tempt me. I can make that happen.”

She tilts her head and watches me for a moment. “You’re intense today.”

“I’m intense every day.” I stand and slowly walk around my desk to her, pull her to her feet, and smirk at how short she still is, even with those amazing shoes on her feet. I turn her in my arms, glide my hands around her sides to her belly and up to her tits, bury my nose in her hair and whisper in her ear. “You’re going to have to be quiet while I fuck you. My assistant is just on the other side of that door.”

“I can’t believe you want to do this.”

I don’t want to. I need to.

“Do you think you can do that, Kate? Be quiet?”

“I’m not good at quiet,” she replies breathlessly, and pushes her ass back against my already hard cock. I grip her tight skirt in my hands, gathering the fabric, pulling it above her sweet, round ass.
 

“Did you wear this skirt just to make me crazy?”

“No, but if it does, that’s a great bonus.”

I bite her earlobe, thankful that she wore her hair up today, giving me access to her neck. “It does. And so does this fucking amazing underwear.”

She’s wearing black lace today.
 

“Lean on the desk.” She bends over, pushes her ass out, and gasps when I squat behind her, rip her underwear, and toss them onto the desk.
 

“Those were expensive.”

“And I don’t give even one fuck,” I murmur, as I drag my fingertip from the top of the crack of her ass, over her anus, and through her already sopping wet folds. “You’re already turned on.”

“Mm,” she moans softly.

“No noise,” I remind her, right before I pull her pussy lips into my mouth and suck, push my tongue into her, then over her folds, making sure she’s good and wet. Her hips are moving desperately, searching for release, but before she can come, I stand and sink two fingers inside her while I unfasten my pants, desperate to be inside her. Jesus, it feels like I’m about to come out of my skin. I’m hot, swollen, and breathless.

I push into her from behind as I tilt her face back and kiss her hard, masking her moans. She can’t stay quiet.

And that’s another fuck that I just don’t give.

I get only two pumps in, then pull out, spin her around, lift her onto the desk, pushing anything in our way aside so she can lie back, and coffee spills all over my iPad, right before my monitor tips over and cracks the screen.

“Oh, no!” Kate gasps, but I laugh as I prop her legs on my shoulders, kiss her ankle, and push back inside her.
 

“Thank God for the cloud,” I murmur, and begin fucking her hard and fast. Her eyes are on mine, she’s panting, and her cheeks are flushed. She licks her finger and reaches down to rub her clit. “Yes, baby, rub yourself. Fuck, that’s hot.”

She clenches around me, and I can’t hold back. I come hard, and feel her come with me, milking my cock with her muscles. She covers her mouth with her free hand, trying to keep quiet, and failing miserably.

I pull out and help her off the desk.

“Just needed to take the edge off?” she asks, and begins to shimmy her skirt down her legs, but I stop her and lead her to the couch.
 

“I didn’t say we were done.” I strip us both out of the rest of our clothes and cover her body with mine on the couch.

“We already had furniture breaking sex,” she says with a grin. “Or, electronic breaking anyway.”

“And now we’ll have the slow and sweet,” I whisper against her lips. “You’re beautiful,
cher
.”

“You’re charming,” she whispers back. I love how shy she gets when I give her compliments, and turns it around on me, calling me charming.

I’m just being honest.

“Your eyes are so green,” I murmur and slide my already recovering cock through her folds, up to her clit, and down again. She gasps and closes her eyes. “Open.”

“You’re so bossy,” she moans and bites her lip.
 

“You like it.”

“I like it
so much,
” she groans and circles her hips, inviting me back inside. I pin her hands over her head with one of my hands, cup her face with the other, and kiss us both mindless as I sink inside and stop, balls deep, and enjoy how tight, wet, and hot she is.

“No one has ever turned me inside out the way you do,” I say against her mouth, then tug her lower lip with my teeth. “You make me forget myself. You make me fucking crazy.”

“You do the same for me,” she says, and whimpers as she circles her hips again. “Please move.”

“You need me to move, baby?”

“Yes.” She pushes against my hands, using my strength as leverage to lift her hips, creating just a tiny bit of eye-crossing friction.
 

“Ask me,” I reply.

“Please.”

I pull out slowly and push back in and stop again, making her frown.

“Ask me better than that.”

She narrows her eyes on me, earning a cocked brow from me. “Eli?”

“Yes, Kate?”

“Will you please—” she clenches her muscles on my cock, making me swear under my breath. “Please fuck me?”

“Now you’re just using the dirty words to get what you want,” I say, but comply, moving slow and steady, in and out, and she smiles up at me. A gorgeous, full-on, happy smile, and my heart catches.

“I love the way you feel inside me.”

Heart fucking catches.

I can’t respond. I’ll say something ridiculous. Instead, I pick up the pace and grind my pubis on hers, hitting her sweet spot, and watch her come apart beneath me, pulling me with her.

I release her hands and lie on her chest, in her arms. I can hear her heart, thundering in her chest. I can’t see it, but I brush my hand down her side, over the sexier than fuck tattoo there.
I am enough the way I am.

She’s so much more than enough.

She sinks her fingers into my hair and holds me tight.

“You’re a sweet man, Eli Boudreaux.”

She kisses my head, and suddenly, everything in me simply calms. This feels…
right.
 

It feels like home.

And that’s ridiculous.

Isn’t it?

“I hate to have to be the party pooper, but I really do have to go back to work,” she says softly, but continues to hug me to her, gliding her fingers through my hair. I could sleep like a baby, right here.

“I have work too. But this feels good.”

“Hmm,” she agrees. “I like your hair.”

“My hair?” I ask with a laugh.

“It’s soft. And it feels good in my fingers.” She rubs my forehead with her fingertips and I sigh. This woman can touch me as much as she wants, whenever she wants. “I like it.”

“I’m glad.”

“And I like your ass.”

“Are you making a list?” I ask with a grin.

“Shh.” She continues to make me sleepy and calm with her fingers. “I like your ass. It’s firm, and you have the sexiest dimples right above it.”

“I’m happy you like them.”

“You have lots of likeable parts.”

“What about the most important part?” I ask and glance up at her to wiggle my eyebrows.

“God, you’re such a man.”

***

“Hey, Van, it’s Eli.”

“Two calls in one day? I’m fine, Eli. Seriously.”

“I’m happy to hear that, but that’s not why I’m calling this time.”

“What’s wrong? Do I need to come to the office?”

I laugh and shake my head. “No. You’re not coming in to work. I need your advice. You’re Kate’s best friend. I want to do something nice for her. Surprise her. She’s been working hard, but I don’t know what to do. Give me ideas.”

There’s a long, pregnant pause.

“Is this Eli
Boudreaux
? My brother?”

“Funny.”

“So, what exactly is happening between you and Kate, Eli? And don’t tell me it’s none of my business.”

“It’s none of your business,” I reply, just to rile her up.

“Really?”

“Kidding. Honestly, I like her. A lot. We spend time together.”

“You’re fucking her.”

That pisses me off for reasons I can’t explain. Yes, I am fucking her, but it’s more than that, and to hear it put like that makes it sound…
cheap.

“We are engaging in a physical relationship, yes.”

“Is that it?”

“Are you going to help me or not?”

“I will if you answer my question.”

I sigh and drag my hand down my face. I washed up after she left my office, but I swear I can still smell her on me, and it makes me want her all over again.

This is getting ridiculous.

“She’s not like the others, Vanny,” I say quietly…voice aloud for the first time what’s been brewing in my head for weeks. “I like her. I respect her. And I want to do something special for her.”

“Are you going to ask her to stay when the job is done?”