Unwrapping Holly

“I know,” I smirked. “And I’ll see that you pay up.”

His hands slid to my ass. He gave it a firm squeeze. “I bet you will.”

I sighed into his mouth as he kissed me, feeling my resolve melt away. I’d wanted to talk to him. I’d spent all morning trying to figure out how to word things, how to say exactly what I needed to say. But it was too late now. His office would be filling with people soon — project managers, sales associates, executive assistants… and of course, Kathy.

“Listen,” I said, breaking our kiss. “I need to talk to you about something.”

“Is is it something good?”

Oh boy. Is it ever.

“Sort of. Maybe.” I hooked a finger into my mouth and chewed on it — my one big nervous habit. “I… I don’t know.”

“Then just say it,” Lincoln smiled. “You can tell me anything, you know. We have personal shopper-client privilege.”

It was a funny joke. On any other day I would’ve laughed musically.

“Holly, just tell me.”

I swallowed, the bitter taste of bad coffee still in my mouth. He needed better coffee, that was for sure. And a better coffee maker. I added a mental note to my Christmas list, as Lincoln stood there staring back at me.

But now I was fucked.

“I…” Shit, how to tell him? How exactly do you break like this? “I.. Uh…”

“Holly, the guys told me.”

It was a splash of freezing water to the face. I felt as if I’d been knocked back six feet.

“W—What?” I stammered. “How…”

“I grabbed lunch with them yesterday. They said they wanted to come clean about something, to talk about the rules. Then they told me what happened at your apartment. How things… progressed.”

My heart was in my throat as I studied his expression. Is he angry? He sure didn’t seem like it. Is he jealous? Disappointed?

“Are you upset?”

Lincoln folded his arms. He took his glasses off. “Want me to be honest?”

“Of course I do.”

His hand slid upward, then back down again. It was inside my jeans now. Cupping the bare flesh of my thong-covered ass.

“I thought it sounded pretty fucking hot.”

I lost my breath for a moment as he squeezed gently. I could feel his long fingers, curling their way between my legs. Inching into the snug warmth of my thigh gap.

“They told me everything, Holly,” said Lincoln. “Everything.”

His expression was one I’d seen before, but only in the bedroom. Only when he was buried inside me, or when I was blowing him. His look was… rapturous.

“I—It didn’t make you jealous?”

“If it made me jealous at all, it’s only because I wish I’d been there.” Lincoln leaned in, his breath suddenly hot on my shoulder. His hands were moving, curling, slowly manipulating me. I

could feel myself getting wetter by the second.

Oh… oh wow…