“Who got you there? Who always gets you there?”
“You. You do it. Every time.”
“Who? Look at me and say my name.” He pinned her hips to the wall and thrust hard, deep enough to hit her clit with the base of his cock.
Her eyes flew open. “Oh, sweet Jesus.”
“Guess again.”
“Michael,” she panted. “Please.”
“Who?” He repeated the move.
She shattered in his arms, screaming, “Michael…Michael…Michael.”
Before her inner muscles could wring an orgasm from him, he pulled out, spun her around, and put her forearms flush to the wall. Hallelujah for the lucky shoes, because they made her the right height for everything to line up perfectly. He hiked her skirt up and prepared to push into her from behind when the phone rang.
Chapter Nineteen
Holy crap, you just came so hard your ears are ringing. The annoying noise reverberated in her head. Chloe groaned and opened her eyes. The weight of Michael’s body held her against the wall, which accounted for her not sinking to the floor in a boneless puddle.
“Are you okay?” His low, slightly tortured voice came from just behind her ear.
The distracting ringing noise stopped and then started again. “I don’t know. I hear ringing in my ears.”
“As much as I’d like to take credit for ringing your bell, that’s the phone.”
“Oh.” A smile hijacked her lips and she pushed her hips back encouragingly. “In that case, yes, I’m okay. Better than okay.” She was about to add, “Carry on, fly-boy,” when the message machine kicked on, and after the beep, Lynne’s voice intruded into the otherwise quiet room. Hey, Chloe. I need to speak with you right away. Pick up if you’re there…
Talk about timing. There she stood—barely—with her bra shoved up above her breasts, her skirt in a bunch around her waist, and Michael poised to deliver on part two of his promise. “Shit. I’m sorry, but I’d better get that.”
His hands tightened around her waist, and for one heady moment, she thought he might simply growl, “Call her back,” and continue having his merry way with her. But instead he kissed her shoulder and then smoothed her skirt down. She turned with an apologetic smile ready, but he’d already stepped away and headed down the hall. Pulling her bra back into place, she crossed to the phone on unsteady legs.
Okay, I guess you’re not there…
She lunged for the receiver and hit talk. “I’m here.” Her voice sounded a little breathless, but she was prepared to blame it on rushing to answer the phone.
“Thank God. Hey, I just got a call from the spa in New Mexico. The woman you’re filling in for went into labor this afternoon—”
“Oh no. Is she all right? The baby?”
“All is well. She’s just a couple weeks early. But this means the assignment starts ASAP.”
“Oh.” Of course. Of course that’s what it meant. That her heart wanted to bleed out of her chest at the thought of leaving Michael was neither here nor there.
“Yeah, Oh. You sound like I just told you your dog died. You don’t have to take this job. I can get another therapist—”
“No!” The word burst from her mouth like a bullet. She took a stabilizing breath and continued more calmly. “No. I want the assignment.”
Lynne exhaled. “You’re the most stubborn person I’ve ever met, did you know that?”
“I’m honored.”
“You’re making a mistake.”
“Staying would be the mistake. Handing my heart to a military man? Look how well that worked out for my mom and dad.”
“Are you your mom?” Lynne shot back, more than a little exasperated. “Do you need attention every second of the day, and would you run around behind your man’s back to get it?”