CHAPTER 28
I stride purposefully through the door of Sandoval Spirits and hang a right by the front desk.
“Cute coat!” Karla, the receptionist, calls out, and I toss a thanks back over my shoulder, but don’t stop to chat because I am a woman on a mission. Eduardo’s job is always distracting him from me, so I’ve decided it’s time I distracted him from his job and I’ve come prepared to do just that.
Finding the ever-dutiful Gina at her desk, I hand her a box that contains a sampling of the desserts left over from Gabi’s birthday party, secure her promise that she’ll make certain Eduardo isn’t interrupted for the next half-hour, then proceed to his office where I dispense with the formality of knocking. I am his fiancée after all, a position that comes with certain rights and privileges.
“Hola, mi rey,” I say after I’ve swept into the room and flung my purse down in one of the chairs facing his desk. Eduardo loves it when I call him “my king,” so I thought I’d start things off on the right foot.
He glances up from his computer screen, his brow creasing with confusion. “Isidora, what are you doing here?”
“I told Gina we had important wedding matters to discuss.”
He frowns, something he’s been doing a lot of lately and I can’t help but notice the toll all the recent job-related stress and fatigue have taken on his handsome face, which is now marred by dark circles, worry lines, and an unnatural pallor. He looks like he’s aged a decade since we met, and I don’t think it’s healthy the way he’s been pushing himself.
“I’m sorry,” he scrubs his cheek, which is sporting a midday shadow, with his hand, “but I’ve got an important meeting about the buyout at two and there’s a ton of information I need to review beforehand. I just don’t have time for wedding planning right now.” A ding on his computer signals an incoming e-mail and he clicks on his mouse to open the message, leaning forward in his chair to read it. Great, he’s probably going to need glasses soon from all the eye strain, and that’s not a look I’m into on men.
Unbelting my fuchsia-colored Michael Kors trench coat, I pull it open and let the garment slide back off my shoulders. “Do you have time for this?” I purr in my sultriest tone.
“Huh?” Eduardo lifts his eyes from the computer, and they widen in shock when he sees what I’m wearing (or not wearing if you want to be technical about it because all I’ve got on is a leopard print push-up bra with matching panties, both of which are edged in pink lace. The panties have garters with pink and black bows that are attached to sheer black thigh-highs, and I finished off the look with my sexiest pair of stilettos). “Wow,” Eduardo exhales the word along with a puff of air, clearly having forgotten to breathe for a second. “Is this a preview of things to come for our honeymoon?”
“Why save all the fun until then?” I ask archly, then strut around to the other side of the desk so that I’m standing just out of reach next to his chair, which he quickly swiveled to the side as soon as I began my approach. (Ha! Take that stupid computer! I’m the one who’s got his attention now.) “Do you like?” I gesture at my scantily clad body.
His eyes roam hungrily over my curves before he replies, “Like doesn’t begin to cover my feelings about you in this lingerie. God,” he groans, grabbing a thigh in each hand and pulling me close, “garters are such a turn-on.” He slips his thumbs underneath the frilly bits of elastic that are holding up my stockings and starts stroking my skin.
I cup his face in my hands and bend down to kiss him, our lips and tongues fusing heatedly while I straddle the chair and lower myself down onto his lap. Eduardo’s hands immediately go to my tetas, and who can blame him, they do look amazing, hiked up and on the verge of bursting out of the cups of my bra, the sheer fabric revealing a tantalizing glimpse of what’s beneath. So, I let him have his fun fondling them and teasing their tips into hardended peaks for a minute or two, but I’m mindful of the fact that we’re on the clock and I have to make the most of the interruption-free time Gina’s given us.
Eager to get this soon-to-be-X-rated show on the road, I loosen his tie and begin to unbutton his pale pink dress shirt. I’ve only gotten two undone when he jerks his head back, wrenching our mouths apart. Although his lust-glazed eyes and rapidly beating heart, which I can feel pulsing against my fingertips, tell me that he’s been thoroughly enjoying the foreplay, he pants, “I’m not sure . . . this . . . is a good . . . idea.”
“I don’t know.” I look down at the brown leather executive chair we’re currently perched on. “These might be tight quarters for sex, but I think we can manage. This seat has some nice cushioning, which will serve us well; it almost feels like we’re on a mattress.” I proceed to demonstrate by bouncing up and down on his lap.
He groans, but I’m unclear as to whether that means he likes me using him as a human trampoline or not. “Stop, please.” He clamps his hands down on my thighs to still me. “You’re just making it worse.”
“Making what— Oh!” I realize what he’s talking about when he casts his eyes downward to his crotch, which now has a very enticing bulge.
With a sly smile, I tell him, “I can fix that,” then lower my hands to his belt buckle, where I yank the strip of expensive Italian leather through the loop and . . .
“Mi amada.” He keeps my industrious hands from completing their task, clasping them together in a prayerful pose. “As tempting as you are and as much as I’d like to see this through to what I’m certain would be a very satisfying conclusion, I really don’t think this is the place. This is where I work, not play.”
I lean into him, pressing my boobs up against his chest while I kiss a trail from his ear to his chin, leaving behind the same smears of neon pink lipstick that are already covering his mouth. “You’re el jefe,” I murmur the words against his lips when I get to them, “and this is your office where you can do whatever you want. So, do me.”
I feel his lips curve against mine into a smile. “You’re a hard woman to say ‘no’ to, do you know that?”
I chuckle. “Hard being the operative word. I think it’s past time for esta salchicha picante to be unwrapped.” My hands reach down for his partially undone belt, and yes, I do sometimes refer to Eduardo’s manhood as a spicy sausage (seems appropriate as it does bear more than a passing resemblance to a chorizo).
“What about Gina?” Eduardo furtively whispers his assistant’s name while inclining his head toward the office’s exit. “She’s just a few feet outside that door. She might hear something.”
“Nah, I gave her a crazy amount of cookies, truffles, and cupcakes and she has no restraint when it comes to sweets, so she’s probably passed out on her desk in a sugar coma right now.”
He furrows his brow. “That’s not good. I need her to be alert and on her game for my big meeting—¡Ay, mierda! I forgot about the meeting. What time is it?” He tries to twist his head around to look at the clock on his computer, but I grab his chin and force him to keep his eyes on me.
“Don’t worry,” I say soothingly before giving him a soft, teasing kiss with just enough tongue to leave him wanting more. “You’ve got plenty of time, and I have no doubt you’re very well-prepared. What you need now so that you can walk into that meeting feeling totally chill and confident,” I slide my pelvis forward so that my girl parts can become better acquainted with his growing-more-impressive-by-the-second erection, “is a little physical release.” I rub my hands from his belly up to his pecs and back down again.
I know that I’ve sold him on the idea of a quickie when he envelopes me in his arms and crushes our bodies together while capturing my lips in a hot, wet, frantic-with-need kiss. As he devours my mouth, he loosens one hand so that it can seek out my breast, closing over the already aroused nipple and kneading the mound of flesh with the perfect amount of pressure that sends a delicious ache of desire shooting right down to my groin.
“What are you hiding in here?” Eduardo breathes the words into my mouth a few seconds later when his travelling fingers encounter something that’s not as soft and yielding as my flesh. He slips those fingers into the side of my bra and pulls out a blue and purple foil wrapper.
“A girl has to come prepared for a seduction, doesn’t she?” I query, with a smirk.
He squints at the writing on the wrapper. “Fire and Ice?”
“I thought it would be fun to try something different.” If it were up to him, we’d use the most basic, no-frills condom every time, which does the job, but it also makes sex a little boring after a while. “This is supposed to give us both warming and tingling sensations.”
His expression is skeptical and maybe even trepidatious. Good thing I didn’t bring one of the studded condoms I bought; that would have really freaked him out!
“Come on, baby, be adventurous,” I urge.
He raises a dark eyebrow. “Getting it on here in my office in the middle of the workday isn’t adventurous enough for you?”
“It’s definitely a step in the right direction.” I give credit where credit is due. “And I’d be willing to bet that you’re going to love how that Fire and Ice condom makes la salchicha feel. Let’s take it for a test run.” My eyes stay locked on Eduardo’s as I make quick work of his belt and the button at the top of his fly. Licking my lips in anticipation, I begin to gently ease down his zipper, which probably seems like torture to him, but I don’t want to damage the engorged goods before I get to experience the benefits of them.
His dark eyes burning with desire, Eduardo grabs me roughly by the shoulders (I’m into it!), yanks down my bra strap, then pushes up my breast from underneath so that it spills right out of the cup into his eager mouth. I clutch his head to my breast, digging my fingers into his thick black hair as my head lolls back and my eyes drift shut. Somewhere out on the periphery of my senses, I hear a noise that sounds like a light rapping, but I dismiss it as just being my hormone-revved up heart pounding in my ears. Turns out I’m wrong.
“Gina’s not at her desk, and I have—”
I open my eyes to see Gillian standing in the doorway, her face frozen in horror at what she’s walked in on. I suppose it is the stuff of nightmares from her point of view. The man she loves has a gorgeous, half-naked woman in his lap, he’s got a condom clutched in his hand and a mouthful of the sexpot’s bountiful boob—it’s pretty damn obvious what’s about to happen. So, why doesn’t she shriek and run out of the room? I don’t think she’s even blinked since she saw us. Has she gone catatonic from the trauma?
“¡Ay, Dios mío!” Eduardo has finally realized we’re not alone. He looks panicked as he fumbles to stuff my bare breast back into the bra. “Gillian . . .” his voice sounds pained and if I didn’t know better, I’d say guilty, as he turns toward her.
Hearing her name snaps Gillian out of her fugue state, she blushes fiercely and immediately drops her eyes to the floor. “I’m so s-s-s-sorry,” she stutters, clearly overcome with emotion. “I thought you were prepping for the meeting and I wanted to show you how I reworded that problematic clause— It doesn’t matter.” She starts to back out of the room. “I-I-I-I’ll see you in the conference room later.”
“Love the new hair!” I shout after her. She took my advice and had it cut and colored by my hairstylist recently and the updated ‘do is a major improvement on her. Now, if I could just get her to wear more makeup . . .
“Get off,” Eduardo brusquely orders, shoving me away.
What the hell? What happened to us doing the dirty? We were so close! “Don’t you want to finish—”
He cuts me off, saying, “I have to go after her.”
I’ve yet to move, so he takes hold of me by the shoulders and slides me off his lap.
“Why?” I ask as my feet hit the floor. I try to stand, but my knees are stiff from being in a bent position for the last fifteen minutes. So, I have to lean against the desk for support.
“I have to apologize,” Eduardo asserts, rising to his feet. He zips up and strides across the room.
“For what? It’s not like Gillian walked in on you banging someone you were paying by the hour. I’m your fiancée, and we’re all adults here. If anyone should be apologizing, it’s her for interrupting a private moment between us.” For real. I got all dolled up, hauled booty downtown, and had to use the very best of my feminine wiles to coax Eduardo into getting busy and I’m not even going to get an orgasm for my trouble!
Eduardo stalks back toward me while straightening his tie, an angry expression on his lipstick-streaked face. “I told you this wasn’t the place for fooling around. It’s disrespectful to my colleagues. Gillian shouldn’t have been subjected to that.” He rakes his fingers through his disheveled hair, attempting to restore it to some semblance of an orderly, professional look.
“Oh, poor Gillian! Will she ever recover from the shock of learning that you have a sex life?” I roll my eyes.
He crosses his arms over his broad chest and glares at me. “She was embarrassed by our brazen behavior; you could show a little empathy.”
“I think you’re showing enough for the both of us,” I retort.
Seriously. What is his deal? Why does he care so much about Gillian and her delicate sensibilities? Wait a minute, does Eduardo know about her feelings for him? And more importantly, does he return them? Up until now, I never even considered that to be a possibility. Gillian’s such a mousy, little thing; all brain and no boob. Why would Eduardo even think twice about her when he’s got a hot tamale like me?
“Go home, Isidora,” he commands in a flat voice.
“So, I can sit around twiddling my thumbs, wondering if you’re ever going to grace me with your presence?” I ask while circling around to the front of his desk. “No, thank you!” I bend down to scoop up my coat from the floor, giving him a world-class view of my ass, then shove my arms in the sleeves, grab my purse, and storm out of the office.