Blind Love (Cowboys & Angels 5)

“Ready for our lunch date, Mr. Parker?”

“Um…” I said as my eyes swept across her body. She was wearing heels, black barely there panties, and a matching bra. I could see her nipples through the thin lace fabric. Any normal man would have had a hard-on if his girlfriend showed up dressed like this, but not me. Nope. I stood there with a limp fucking dick because of the brunette standing a few feet from me.

Before I had a chance to stop her, Mallory shut the door and shrugged the coat off. I quickly walked up to her and picked up the coat, draping it back over her.

“What’s wrong?” she asked. It didn’t take her long to catch Harley out of the corner of her eye.

When I turned to her, Harley had her mouth open and the look in her eyes screamed something along the lines of sadness, regret…and pain.

“I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have stopped by without an appointment. I’ll, um…I’ll check with a lawyer in Uvalde. Sorry to have bugged you, Tripp.”

When she rushed by Mallory, Harley gave her a warm smile and whispered, “I’m so sorry.”

Mallory opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out, and honestly, Harley didn’t wait long enough; she was out the door so fast.

Mallory shook her head. “Well…that was awkward. Karen told me to come on back. I’m so sorry, Tripp. I would never have done that had I known you were with someone.”

I clenched my jaw together. I was going to have to have a little talk with Karen after lunch.

“It’s okay. She didn’t have an appointment and she looked pretty upset. I was just trying to figure out what was going on. It’s, ah, it’s fine. If she needs to talk to me she can make an appointment like everyone else.”

Tilting her head, Mallory stared at me for a few seconds.

“You sure you’re okay?”

I nodded. The need to get the encounter with Harley out of my mind, I pointed to her. “I’ll be better when you take that jacket off.”

Jesus, the levels I’ll stoop to.

With a sexy grin, she did just that, letting it fall to the floor.

“Is Karen gone?” I asked.

“She got up and grabbed her purse as I walked in.”

I brushed my thumb over her nipples causing her to let out a little moan. “Had a bad morning, huh?”

With a frown, she nodded. “Very bad. I feel like being naughty.”

Mallory reached down and rubbed her hand across my dress pants. My cock had finally woken up and was ready to come out and play.

“I can do naughty really well,” I promised.

Her tongue ran across her lips. “Very naughty.”

She squeezed my dick, and I let out a groan. Gripping her hips, I pulled her to me and pressed my mouth to hers.

“I want you from behind,” I whispered against her lips.

“Then take me from behind.”

Spinning her around, I pressed her to my desk.

“Hands on the desk and don’t move. I’m going to fuck you fast and hard.”

Mallory peeked at me from over her shoulder and flashed me another sexy grin as I rolled the condom on.

I knew why I wanted her from behind.

Fucking asshole. That’s exactly what I was.

Mallory didn’t deserve this but my mind rationalized that she wanted me for sex as much as I wanted her as a distraction. It didn’t take me long to get lost in our fucking. The sounds of Mallory’s little whimpers and moans mixed with my balls slapping against her had me coming right along with her.

Slowly pulling out, I leaned over her and kissed her back. “Let me go get this off, and I’ll bring you back a wash cloth.”

The nice thing about having my office in an old historical house, I had a private bathroom.

“I’m okay. I need to get back to the shop. I thought I could take longer, but I’m meeting with a supplier.”

Standing there staring at her, I frowned as she put her jacket back on. “So, that’s it? A quick fuck and then back to work?”

She shrugged. “Isn’t that what our little lunch dates always are? I was worked up from a bad morning. I needed a release.”

In that moment it hit me: when we hooked up at lunch it was because she was stressed and needed a quick release—or because I was. My office or her back storage room at the store. There was nothing romantic about any of it. Was there anything romantic at all about our relationship? Was there any substance outside of the bedroom…or my office, the storage room…the other odd places we ended up fucking?

Nothing. At. All. It was purely sex. And lately, it was hardly even that. This was the first time I’d fucked her in almost three weeks.

“Tripp? Are you okay? You seem a bit lost.”

I was standing in the middle of my office, my dick hanging out of my pants with a condom on it. To say I was lost in thought was an understatement.