Angel Falling (Falling #1)(17)
“Very happy. So, this man, is he hot?”
“You’re killing me. Yes, he’s good-looking. He’s a cowboy from Texas. But it’s not going anywhere. We are from two totally different worlds. He’s used to barbeques and baseball, not mergers and acquisitions.”
Her mouth pulled together into a pout. “When you find your soul mate, it won’t matter what he does for a living, or what he wears, or whether his portfolio is as sound as yours. It only matters that he’s meant for you.”
A sadness blanketed the moment. London had lost the man that she thought was her soul mate to a terrible accident. I pulled her into a hug and she squeezed me tightly.
“I love you so much. I’m so relieved you’re okay,” she whispered.
“I love you, too.”
“I’m looking forward to thanking this real life hero in person.” She wiped at her wet eyes. Still as pretty as ever. “Oliver told me how Hank jumped in front of you and now that I see where you were hurt, I’m more confident in his place in your world.
“Oh yeah, and what’s that?” I asked pulling my bag over my shoulder headed for the door.
“Isn’t it obvious?” She smiled wide and her entire face lit up. “He’s meant to protect your heart!”
I rolled my eyes for her benefit only. The thing was, she wasn’t entirely wrong. There was something about Hank that I couldn’t define. It was just a feeling when I was near him. It had to be that I was overly sensitive to him after he saved my life. Superhero syndrome of sorts. There really wasn’t another reason. Love wasn’t on the table or in the cards no matter what London’s empathic ability suggested.
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All I could think about all damned day was my sweet angel’s fingers wrapped around my cock. I could die a happy man with that memory to sustain me through eternity. The woman was talented.
Fantasies of me standing, her sitting on the bed, me slipping my cock past her moist lips pressing deep, my dick ready to burst at the seams, rolled through my thoughts all day. Her sucking me like a f*cking Hoover, my hands twining through her golden locks as I pumped my seed into her. Christ! It was the stuff right out of my most erotic dreams.
I closed my eyes and tried to will away the images, my heart rate slowly coming back down from my thoughts. The meds were finally giving me some relief without making me feel like I was drugged. A pretty angel in white fluttered across my thoughts relaxing me further …
A clacking noise woke me. I craned my neck and looked over toward the sound realizing I must have drifted off. Aspen sat in the chair next to my bed, blazer removed, eyes glued to her laptop. Her blond hair was piled on top of her head in a bun-like contraption resembling a donut. She had thin black reading glasses perched on her small nose. Her legs were crossed; her skirt had ridden high on her thigh, giving me a healthy view of her long legs encased in sheer black stalking’s. My angel looked like a sexy secretary.
Every so often she nibbled on a sandwich. Watching her work and eat, her mind laser-focused on the task in front of her, was a lovely site. Everything about her pulled at my being, from the wisps of hair falling along her exposed neck to the ticking of her heel as she typed.
Made me wish my shoulder wasn’t in such a state, or I’d have already claimed that woman physically, and hopefully emotionally. I didn’t want her the way I’d used my recent flings. She wasn’t the type of woman I could just use to get off. I wanted to know things about her, connect with her on a different plane. See where it led.
“You know what they say about all work and no play, right, Darlin’?”
She grinned, but finished typing whatever she was working on. “I didn’t hear you complaining about my playtime this morning.”
The morning’s activities flooded my mind. She continued to pound at the keyboard, and bit her lip. I waited until she clicked a few more buttons and closed the screen. Her almond shaped eyes met mine, glasses still in place.
“Darlin’, you could bring a man to his knees wearing those things.” I gestured to her specs.
She smiled and crossed her legs, reclining in the chair. She made no move to approach me. “How was your day, Stud?”
Stud? Hmm. I liked her pet name. Hadn’t had a woman give me one in a while. It felt good. Hell, it felt great.
“Can’t complain. You?”
She blew a breath over her forehead. “It was fine.” Her lips thinned as if she were making a decision. Then her expression changed, softened. “Not as good as my morning though,” she added with a saucy little pout.
“Yeah well, anytime you want a repeat, Angel, I’m all yours.” My eyebrow cocked and she answered with her own pointed brow.
“How’s the shoulder?”
“On the mend. How were the suits regarding the build?”
“I handled it. They’re back to believing everything is right on point. So when you check in with your foreman, let him know I plan to pay a visit to the crew, express our gratitude over their willingness to continue the project to completion and on deadline.”
“Good plan. Now, are we done talking about work?”
She smiled. “Yes. We should talk about the plans for your release tomorrow.”
I shook my head. “Come here.”
“Hank,” she said in warning.