You've Got Fail(34)

The feel of him, the delicious heat that threatened to burn both of us on the spot, enveloped me. I gave myself up to it, reveling in his kiss until he finally came up for air. I dragged breath into my lungs as he kissed my throat, his lips dotting a trail of desire to my collarbone where he nipped at my fevered skin.

“Willis.” I wrapped one leg around his hips.

He stopped kissing me and met my eyes. “That’s the first time you’ve called me by my name.”

My bruised lips parted on a pant. “Slip of the tongue.”

“I thought you’d never ask.” He brushed his mouth against mine.

I captured his bottom lip between my teeth and bit down. A low groan rumbled from his chest, vibrating against me as he backed me into the door. Our lips meshed again as he pressed against my hot core. Thick and hard, his cock teased me with promises of pleasure. I moved my hips, rubbing on him like an animal in heat as he took my breath away in another soul-touching kiss.

A creak in the hall told me Hannah’s door was opening. I froze.

“What?” Willis pressed his forehead to mine, our noses brushing as we both breathed as if we’d run a mile in heels with a bear chasing us.

“Hannah.”

“Everything good out here?” Her tentative voice barely reached us.

Willis dropped me to my feet, and I hurriedly adjusted my dress.

“I’m good. Sparky here was just leaving.”

Hannah leaned against the wall beside her door. “I didn’t mean to break up a good thing.” Her cheeks reddened. “My bad.”

“No, it’s fine.”

“Not fine,” Willis hissed between his teeth, but he stepped back.

“Thanks for stopping by.” I opened the door.

He gave me a hard stare, which didn’t help the wet panties situation even a little bit. Riling him up had definite benefits, but I needed to stop the runaway train that I always seemed to be riding whenever we got too close.

“I’ll see you Friday night, okay?”

“Meet me for lunch this week.” He leaned against the door jamb, preventing me from shutting him out.

“I can’t. Busy.”

Hannah piped up, “She’s free Wednesday.”

“Hannah!”

“Sorry, Scarlet.” She gave me a sweet smile. “But it’ll be good for you.”

“Great.” Willis nodded. “Wednesday, lunch.”

“I don’t think—”

“Meet me at my office.” He eased out the door but kept one foot in the way so I couldn’t close it. “I’ll have lunch delivered.”

“She’ll be there.” Hannah walked to my side and jostled me with her elbow.

I huffed at the railroading. “Fine.”

He smiled. “Be there or I’ll come here since I know where you live and all.”

“How did you find out, by the way?” I would torch whoever ratted me out.

“You aren’t the only sneaky one.” He turned and strode down the hall, his cockiness giving me way too many feels.

“Wait, where’s your office?” I called after him.

“You’ve been there. Know it intimately.” He opened the door to the stairs and gave me a killer smirk that toasted my insides until I was all melty. “My apartment. Noon. If you don’t show, I’ll find you.”

My thighs went up in flames as he disappeared into the stairwell. Hannah, next to me, peered out the door after him. “That was the hottest threat I’ve ever heard.”

You and me both.





13





Willis





My phone rang as I worked on my next blog post—an in-depth analysis of pubic hair trends and my ideas of what was next on the body hair front. Elias’s name popped up, and I tried not to cringe as I hit the answer button.

“Yeah?”

“Where you been? I haven’t heard from you.”

“Sorry. I’ve been trying to catch up on the blog. Ever since Scarlet stepped into the spotlight, my traffic is through the roof. More questions, more work, more everything.”

“More ad money from Jizzlywinks?”

“That, too.” My revenue was shooting up with every click onto my web site. I’d already messaged my web designer twice that morning about issues popping up from all the traffic.

“Good. I can’t wait for the SquickyLube ads to go live. I’m telling you, that thing’s going to be a real winner.” Something buzzed in the background, like a copy machine—or maybe a vibrator on his desk. “Hey! You know, right this second, I had a stroke of genius.”

I stopped typing and stared at my phone. “That’s never a good thing.”

“Hear me out. What if we had Scarlet Rocket give the SquickyLube its first test run?”

My mind traveled to a place where Scarlet rubbed a slick vibrator on her wet pussy while I watched. I shifted in my chair to keep my shorts from strangling my rising dick.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Run it past her. We’d pay for the research, of course.”

“What’s the minimum wage for masturbation these days?”

He laughed. “Can you imagine if we got paid for time spent masturbating? I’d be the Bill Gates of Baby Batter.”