Overcoming Fear (Growing Pains #2)(107)

Impervious to her stare, he went on. “However, to impress Tory is to open yourself up to more scrutiny. He only agreed to work with us because you blindsided him at that charity dinner. You showed a prowess in your field, and a loyalty to me, that he wasn’t expecting.” Sean’s eyes went soft. Then the troubled expression worked its way back. “Then we danced around him with facts, figures, and original, yet doable, ideas? Tory doesn’t take things at face value. We surprised him, so he had to find out more.”

“Do we have something to hide?”

Sean smiled. “Us? No. The company? Yes.”

Krista’s stomach tightened up. “Oh. Can you tell me what?”

Sean’s head swiveled to her. “You. Me. Marcus. Ben.”

Krista shook her head in confusion.

“Our team, and how poorly we are paid. Basically, how easy we are to steal,” Sean finished with a bitter smile.

“Well, I am new, so that makes sense for me to be paid low. But I will work on getting more, so there’s that. Ben is new, too. And part-time. And Marcus never really could get his ideas across, so that makes sense. But I thought you--” Krista let her thoughts drift away. She had always thought Sean made a ton, but it was very rude to ask. Even for her. Well, at least until he knew she wasn’t in it for the money. Then, open season, social etiquette be damned.

“You thought I made a lot? Yeah, so did I.” Sean turned away again. “Plus, I am number one in line for John’s Junior VP position. That comes with a great bump. Also, it comes with leverage if I want to move on. I would be a fool to leave before I had that position.”

“Right. So... what’s the problem?”

Suddenly Sean seemed to make up his mind. He jumped up with a graceful, catlike motion. “Let’s talk about it on Monday. This is work stuff and today is Sunday. It is illegal to talk about work on Sunday.”

The change in direction was strange, but not unwelcome. She had to check out.

They gathered up all their things and made it home in no time. There wasn’t much traffic and their conversation had no impediments anymore. They talked about all things stupid and noteworthy combined, never a lull for conversation. It was just like the old days, but now there was a new note of intimacy which made everything that much better.

Chapter Thirty-One

When they neared their collective homes, Sean got a burst of anxiety. Kate’s repeated calls were weighing heavily on him. She’d called periodically, checking to make sure Krista was in sight, or at least safe. She advised Sean to take her to his house, regardless of how they felt about each other. Given that Kate would’ve rather Krista lost his number altogether for how he’d jerked her around, it was more than worrisome.

“Why don’t you just come to my house,” Sean said casually as they turned toward the beach. They had about three miles until they were there.

“I will. I need to get my stuff for tomorrow, though.”

“We can just stop by your place on the way to work.”

“Ah but, I have a surprise for you. Plus, I want to get my hair products and razor and what not.”

Sean felt a tingling at the base of his cock, “What surprise?”

“If I told you, it wouldn’t be as shocking.”

He hated how easily she could distract him. “Does it involve your body in some way?”

“Maybe.”

“Maybe something flavored? Or a piece of fabric?”

Krista laughed and reached over to run a firm hand up his leg to his crotch. “I have flavored, but that wasn’t the surprise. I have a few other toys you might like.”

Sean gulped. Then, because he couldn’t help himself, he lifted his foot off the pedal to slow down a little and said, “Rub. Please.”

Krista didn’t. Instead, she unzipped him and pulled him out. The tip of his c**k was moist, making the air licking his exposed skin tantalizing. Krista undid her seatbelt and leaned over, sucking his manhood into her mouth.

“Ohhh, Krissy…” Sean said, trying to focus on driving, but barely able. He cut into the avenues, slowing to a near crawl.

She pushed her face to his balls, taking as much as she could before gagging. The feeling of her throat muscles squeezing him was the best feeling he could imagine. Until she forced herself lower, gagging, but pushing through it. She was trying, and succeeding, to deep throat him. She was one helluva woman.

“Have to…stop,” Sean said as he pulled over. It was a mostly clear day in the Sunset, so he hoped no one would notice the scene in the car.

A few more tries had Krista nearly mastering the practice, now wasting no time exploiting it. His tip hit the back of her throat, then her mouth withdrew, sucking his soul out through the tip of his dick the pleasure was so deep. He fondled a breast, reaching into the bra as she sucked him back in, mashing her face against his base.

“Close,” Sean wheezed, his balls constricting.

She pumped harder, her saliva running down his shaft, hard sounds of suction filling the car. His world slowed, all his focus on his cock, feeling the build-up, half-pausing, and then—

He jerked away from her to finish in a napkin, keeping her face clear and clean of the mess. His head hit the headrest and he closed his eyes.

“Keep your eyes closed while I clean up.”

Sean didn’t even bother to nod. He’d repay the favor, but right now, he needed a moment to regroup.