She hung in silence in his restraining arms.
His voice became gravelly. "Nod your head if you understand."
Renee's head jerked up and down just once.
"Good. Of course, I get to choose the proof." His hand slid from the hem of her skirt to the feminine mound between her thighs. He cupped her heat through her panties. Her eyes closed as his mouth came down over hers.
Robert felt her softness all around him and thought his head was going to blow off. God, he'd wanted to screw her for so long. He didn't know if he had the control to keep this in check. Sex in the office was not how he wanted their first time to be. Hell, sex in the office was what he'd been trying to avoid. He needed to maintain control. But he had to touch her. Now.
Renee's body was pliant as she stood captured between his big body and the door. The twin stroking of his tongue in her mouth and his hand between her legs was drugging her. She began pushing against him in frustration and growing arousal.
He roughly pushed her panties aside and found the feminine slit at the heart of
her. His lips and tongue began a subtle sucking motion as his large, blunt finger pushed for entrance. Renee's heartbeat shifted into overdrive as the core of her rained heat between them and his finger slid inside.
Her inner muscles greedily clasped his finger and she gasped into his mouth as he groaned into hers. She broke the kiss to draw oxygen into her screaming lungs. He let her drag one gulp of air and immediately took her mouth again. The onslaught was brutally physical. He drank from her mouth and showed her no respite. His hand pushed at her, his finger rendering her helpless in his arms as he stroked her to within moments of orgasm.
He lifted his head and looked at her, hanging in his arms. She balanced on a precipice as he growled at her, "You're going to give me what I want. This is only the beginning."
Renee recognized the arrogance and conceit in his voice as he lowered his mouth back to hers. It wasn't enough to keep her from flying over the edge. Her body stiffened as an intense orgasm consumed her.
She leaned against the door, her mind fuzzy and her heartbeat out of control, as she tried to come down.
The ringing of the phone jolted her back to reality.
It interrupted the tense silence around them and wouldn't let up. Robert removed his hand from her as gently as possible and steadied her against the door. He walked over to his desk and grabbed the phone. "Thibodeaux."
Renee tried to control the hysteria bubbling up close to the surface as she straightened her clothing. She saw him turn to face her as he listened to the caller. An indefinable expression crossed his features that quickly turned into antagonism. Toward the caller. Toward her. Renee was disturbed and distressed as he continued to listen in silence and stare at her with smoldering fury.
And then all hell broke loose. His rage came to the surface. "No. Goddammit, Cameron, she's my secretary. You cannot fucking have her phone number." He paused to listen as Renee stared in shocked silence as she realized the conversation was about her. "It's not your fucking business whether she's married or not. Stay away from her. Don't call her. Don't come by here. In fact, I'll bring the blueprints to you when they're ready." He slammed the phone down.
His scowl became ferocious. Renee recognized the unappeased arousal and anger radiating from him. His eyes never wavered from hers as he started toward her again. The stupor she had fallen in left her in a rush as she felt him coming down on her. With only seconds to spare, she flicked open the lock on the door and turned and ran.
Chapter Six
Renee left work at five on the dot and drove straight to the nearest pharmacy. She wasn't on the pill because she hadn't been in a relationship in awhile. She didn't have any birth control in the house whatsoever and didn't trust herself not to need any.
She refused to get pregnant. A lot of things might happen, but she would be damned if pregnancy would be one of them.
At five-forty-five she walked up the stairs to her second story condo and looked up into the face of Robert Thibodeaux, leaning against her door, his arms crossed.
Shock and excitement screamed through her system. She valiantly tried to get her shit together before she spoke. "You don't waste any time, do you?" She shouldered him out of the way as she slipped her key in the lock.
"I wasted seven damn weeks." He put his hand against the door and pushed it open when the lock turned. He followed her inside, turned and relocked the door.
Renee moved over into the small kitchen and put her purse and sack from the pharmacy down. She watched him look around. She knew what he would see. She swore she wouldn't apologize for the difference in their circumstances, and then proceeded to do just that. "I know it's not much. But it's mine. Mine and Brittany's. We've lived here for fifteen years. I bought it new, so although it's small, it's clean and it's mine."
"Hey. Don't be so defensive. I don't see anything wrong with it. I've lived in much worse. It's been years, but trust me, this place is a mansion compared to some of the places I've lived." He moved away from the front door and into the small living area and looked around. "In fact, it's really nice."
Renee looked at her place through his eyes. Although tiny, the condo was eclectic and mirrored who she was. She had lovingly and frugally decorated it in tiny increments over the past fifteen years as money allowed. When they moved in here, Brittany had just turned four years old, and extra sleeping space had not been a requirement. Getting into her own place had been way more important than the size. Looking back, Brittany's pre-teen and teen years had been tough, but they were a team, a unit, and they solved problems together.
The front door opened into a tiny living room that was separated by a wall that held a small dining area. Both rooms connected to the small kitchen. The bedroom and bath led off to the right from a small hall. The kitchen had a small bar with two barstools, and since a dining room was not important, Renee had given the room privacy by hanging large gold and cream draperies across the entrance. A day bed was inside, as well as a small desk and chair. There were pillows that added splashes of color and the curtain gave a dramatic effect, and her friends often told her that her condo looked like it came straight from a home décor magazine. That made her feel good, because most everything in the condo was either from thrift stores, or she had sewn it herself. Before Brittany left for college, she usually slept in the converted room. But when she was young, Renee often gave up the bedroom when her daughter had sleepovers and slumber parties. It had worked for them.
Renee looked back at Robert who had sat down on the couch. She crossed her arms and glared at him. "Make yourself at home."
He smiled at her, slowly and maddeningly. He patted the couch beside him and raised his eyebrows.
"No way. I don't know why you think you have the right to come here, but I'm going to go take a bath. I was mauled at work today. Please lock the door on your way out." Renee turned and fled to the single bathroom the little condo held.