“Just like that, Alex.” Her voice had turned hoarse from her heavy breaths. “God, you make me want to claw at something. Scream. Bite you all over that hunky body of yours.”
“We’ll get to that later. Right now, I need to make you come.”
He pumped heartily. He was sexually charged. Emotionally charged.
Desperate for Lola.
“Alex,” she rasped. “That’s it. Right—oh, God—right there!”
Her body stilled. Then she called out his name as she squeezed him tight.
“Lo,” he ground out. “Oh, fuck. That is so good…”
His hips jerked as he thrust deeper. She vibrated all around him. Seconds later, he erupted inside her, his dick surging from the release, his body convulsing.
“Ah, goddamn, Lola.” Every fiber of his being sizzled, and he felt seared to the core.
In his brain, all Alex could think was that it had never been like this with any other woman—and it never would be.
Lola was it for him.
And that was the ultimate jacking of his program.
Chapter Seven
“I pad my bra.”
Lola stared at Sarah, stunned. Confused.
“Um, oh-kay.” A strange convo to have following their Thursday morning meeting.
“Seriously,” Sarah said as she stood just inside Lola’s cube, not even speaking quietly. She used her normal matter-of-fact “Paris” tone. “One breast is smaller than the other. Like I have a C cup and a not-so-nearly C cup, so I have to add a little extra something to even them out. Makes it hard to date, you know? I feel l
ike I’m being deceptive or something when I get naked.”
Lola’s stomach started its all-too-familiar-of-late churning. “Why are you telling me this?”
A hint of uncertainty flickered in Sarah’s eyes, but was quickly replaced with her usual confidence. She squared her shoulders. Dove right in. “Mark was right when he talked about us needing to be more of a team. We really weren’t all that cohesive before you came along, especially since we all know a management position is on the line when our current manager moves up to director. Todd’s going to promote from within the department. We all want the job. Fierce competition doesn’t exactly bring out the warm fuzzies in coworkers.”
“For the record,” Lola said, “I’m not a contender, and that’s okay. I have a lot to learn from you guys.”
Sarah gave a sharp nod. “It takes a little time to get a handle on all the quick-moving parts. But you’re doing a great job, Lola. Honestly. Though that’s not really what I’m getting at. You’ve sparked camaraderie among us. For Mark to say what he did about his wife, and for Jen to admit something so personal about herself is not the norm for us. So, here I am, telling you something personal about me. Totally outside my comfort zone. I don’t do ‘Kumbaya’ well.”
Not exactly a surprise.
Lola pinned her with a serious look. “This has what to do with me?”
“I’d like you to share something about yourself. I know I have no right to ask, it’s just that… you’ve really impressed us the past couple of days, and I guess it would help the team-building if you told us why you won’t do the ads—if that’s the direction we take with the campaign.”
“Oh, wow. Uh…” Panic shot through her. What the hell was she supposed to say to that?
Jen suddenly appeared at the entrance of Lola’s cube. “Mark’s in the john. We’ve got a few minutes.” She gave Lola a compelling look. “Sarah’s not being pushy. She’s never shown a chink in her armor before. So this is sort of a watershed moment for us.”
“You’re not just ganging up on me?” Lola asked with a crooked brow. “Hazing? Initiation?”
“No,” Sarah said. “The truth is, we spend five days a week with one another. We should know one another. That’s just going to make us more solid as a department, right? I didn’t realize it until yesterday, when you got all vulnerable-looking because we told you to write on the board again.”
“It is sort of a rush,” Lola admitted.