Unexpectedly Yours (Private Relations 3)

Jim laughed, then conceded the point by saying, “That is true. I’ll give you a call tomorrow night. Talk to you soon.”

“Okay. Night, Jim.”

Elle hung up her phone with a smile, then put it back on the charger because it was dying again. Jim was genuinely a nice guy. The more she learned about him, the more she liked him.

He was funny, smart, good looking. They had quite a bit in common with each other. The chemistry had been pretty amazing between them too. It was almost like hitting the dating lotto. It would be really interesting to see what the future held.

Chapter Eight

Jim stared at the corner of his monitor, silently willing the conference call to be over. Elle was supposed to be here in fifteen minutes and Kimo, the owner of the Honolulu Heat, was still rattling on about the summer league exhibition games. To be fair, normally Jim would be completely engaged in the conversation but his mind had been wandering back to Elle all afternoon.

Subtly, Jim tried to steer the conversation back to the commercials with no success. Kimo continued on, speaking quickly and effusively about how soccer was beginning to catch on in the US. Jim agreed that it was gaining more popularity, but was a little worried that he’d be expecting results that were difficult to achieve, if not impossible.

Seeing his phone buzz, Jim saw that Elle had texted him to let him know she’d arrived. He responded back quickly asking her to come up to his office. He got up from his desk and opened his office door. Texting Elle again, he said, “Just come on back to my office. I’m trying like hell to wrap up this phone call.”

A few minutes later, she poked her head in the door. He muted his headset and got up.

“Hey, beautiful,” he said, pulling her into his arms. “Sorry about this. I’m trying to wrap up this call but he’s a bit of a talker.”

“Don’t worry about it. It happens,” Elle said as she slid her arms around his waist.

He leaned down and gave her a quick kiss, then said, “Have a seat. I’m almost done. Sorry.”

She wandered over to the couch and sat down. He watched as she crossed her bare legs. She was wearing a black dress that reached to just above her knees. She fiddled briefly with the hem, then smoothed it down. His eyes traveled down her legs where he saw she had worn a pair of high heels.

Realizing he hadn’t heard a word Kimo had said since Elle walked into the room, he had to turn away and refocus on his meeting. He managed to finish up the phone call about forty minutes later. Hanging up the phone, he removed the headset and said, “Jesus. He wouldn’t stop talking! I’m so sorry about that.”

Standing up now, he moved toward her. He’d been watching her mess with the hem of her dress since she’d arrived. He’d been getting small, tantalizing glimpses of her smooth thighs for the better part of an hour now. She was driving him crazy and seemed to have no idea.

She got off the couch now, smiling, and said, “I had almost given up on dinner.”

He pulled her into his arms and asked, “Would you mind putting off dinner a few minutes? I’ve got something I need to take care of.”

Looking at him curiously now, she said, “Oh?”

He nodded and the leaned down to take her mouth with his. Nibbling her bottom lip gently, he mumbled, “Super important.”

When she sighed against his lips, he deepened the kiss. As tongue swept into her mouth to tangle with hers, he stroked his hand down her back to press her even closer to him. His hands moved down to settle on the curves of her ass. He immediately heard a low moan in the back of her throat and felt himself harden.

Breaking his mouth away from hers, he trailed his lips down the side of her throat, pressing soft, biting kisses against her neck. When he gently sucked on the patch of flesh where her neck and shoulder met, he felt her shudder slightly against him. She pressed closer and rolled her hips against him.

Groaning, he pulled his mouth away from her shoulder and said, “Every time you messed with the hem of your dress, it gave me this overwhelming desire to bury my face between your thighs. Would

you mind?”

He felt her sharp intake of breath, then a moment later she laughed and said, “Literally anytime you want to, I can make myself available for that.”

With a groan, he captured her mouth with his again. The kiss grew wild, quickly. Her hands slid around his waist and up his back. She pulled him until he was flush against her. The only thing that separated them was clothing and he had every intention of correcting that particular issue very soon.

He moved them slowly back toward his desk and sat her on the edge, pushing the skirt of her dress up. Standing between her thighs now, he pulled back from the kiss. Pressing his lips to her throat again, he began swirling his tongue against her skin.

He cupped one breast in his palm and felt her nipple pebble under his touch as he moved his fingers against it. He continued to massage her breast gently with his palm until he heard her breathing increase slightly. He moved his hand lower to the damp heat between her thighs and discovered that the filmy lace was soaked.

On a groan, he sank to his knees. Helping her shift, he pulled the panties down her legs and slid them over the heels she wore. He stared at her now and felt another wave of lust hit him. He could see the evidence of her arousal against the now bare lips of her pussy.

He used his thumb and forefinger to spread her open and leaned forward. Running his tongue in a circular motion around her swollen clitoris, he heard her sharp intake of breath. When he slid two fingers into her tight channel, she gave a moan.

Pumping them into her with a steady rhythm, he shifted his mouth slightly, making direct contact with her clit for the first time. He felt her flutter around his fingers as she cried out. Working his fingers against her, he rubbed the flat of his tongue in time with the press of his hand.