A Calculated Seduction(15)
“Hello, Mr. MacMillan,” Pete said with a smile on his face. He shoved his hands in his pants’ pockets.
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“Anderson,” Ethan practically spat out. Jealousy pumped through him as he studied the man. He had a date with her on Saturday night and here she was making one with this nerd for who knew when. “Is it a habit of yours to spend your time bothering Miss Menendez when you should be working?”
Although Dulcy’s eyes widened in alarm, the jackass smile widened at Ethan’s lethal tone. “No, just usually on my own time. Don’t forget about our date tomorrow, hon.” And he drifted past Ethan out the door.
“Miss Menendez, would you care to explain why you’re picking up men while working?” Okay, so he sounded like a jerk, but he just couldn’t help it. That slick-talking jerk had rubbed him the wrong way and he didn’t want anyone poaching on his goods.
Uncertainty flashed in her eyes. Then they narrowed in anger. “For your information, Mr. MacMillan, I’ve been working more overtime than this company could ever afford. If I take five minutes to talk to a friend, that’s my own business. Besides, Pete was on his way out the door and just stopped in. It is past five. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going home. It’s been a long week and since I have to work Saturday night, I think I have every right to leave right now.”
With choppy movements, she shut down her computer and locked her desk. Anger rolled off her in waves. His heartbeat accelerated and damn near busted one of his ribs as he watched her. He’d never seen her so pissed, or so arousing. She grabbed her purse and briefcase and stood, shoving the chair under her desk. With angry little steps, she marched until she stood within a foot of him.
“Now, if you will excuse me, I’m heading out for the day.” Her face was flushed, her voice irritated and he just couldn’t help himself. He stepped forward, grabbed her by her upper arms and drew her to him. The scent of peaches reached him, aroused him. He’d never be able to eat a pie again without thinking of her.
Without pausing to explain, he crushed his lips to hers, allowing all the frustration he’d felt for the past several weeks to fuel the kiss. This was no simple peck or even a lover’s sensual brush. Bruising and intense, he didn’t expect her to respond. But she did. Oh man, did she ever!
Instead of retreating like any sane woman would, she returned the kiss with an intensity that almost buckled his knees. She dropped her purse and briefcase and wrapped her arms around his neck. He slid his around her little waist and pulled her closer, his lips still devouring her. His hands crept slowly down her slender back and continued to her rounded ass. He took a cheek in each hand and squeezed, eliciting a moan from her. Heat curled in his belly, forcing any blood still in his brain south. His cock was hard and heavy and ready to burst.
He traced the seam of her lips with his tongue and she immediately opened it with a moan. He invaded and her tongue tangled with his, enjoying its minty taste. She pressed her soft body closer, rubbing against him and causing him to groan. Pain and pleasure flowed through him. He needed her and he couldn’t wait.
Slowly, he backed her to her desk. His lips left hers and kissed a path down her neck. Soft and succulent, her skin tasted of peaches. Dulcy bent her head to one side, allowing him further access.
“Ethan.” Her voice, husky and dripping with unspent passion, sent shock waves slicing through him. His hand encircling her waist lifted her onto her desk and he stepped in between her legs. His fingers worked the buttons on her jacket and within moments, he was shoving it aside. He stepped back to see the treasure he unearthed, when the phone rang. Dulcy’s half-closed eyes widened and he could recognize the moment awareness of the situation descended. Her face flushed with embarrassment and she grabbed the phone, avoiding all eye contact.
“MacMillan Boots, Ethan MacMillan’s office, Dulcy speaking.” Her desire still showed in the huskiness of her voice, but her stiff posture told him everything he needed to know. She regretted the kiss and now she felt guilty.
“Gerry, Mr. MacMillan is a little...” She glanced down at his cock standing at attention. He would’ve laughed if that one little glance didn’t send another rush of heat straight to his groin. He could feel moisture already wetting the head. He stepped back and walked away from her because he couldn’t keep his hands off her. Even now with her embarrassment and him knowing what he did was totally out of line, he wanted to grab the phone, throw it out the window and feast on all her curves for the rest of the night.