Mr. Big Jerk: A Forbidden Second Chance Romance (Kinda Cocky Series Book 3), стр. 26
I was angry at myself for messing up. But, more than that, it made me look like a boy. I looked like nothing but a horny teenager that couldn’t keep my dick in my pants.
I’d always been straight-laced when it came to business. That’s how the military had trained me.
And it took one encounter with her to flush that down the drain.
“It was amazing, though,” I murmured.
A grin spread across my cheeks as my eyes fell closed. I conjured the moment when I dropped to my knees. Feeling her orgasm around my cock felt fantastic. Feeling me fill her and mark her as my own filled me with a pride I couldn't communicate. But, tasting our intermingled juices while pulling another orgasm from her? Listening to her beg for me? Looking up at her and watching her lose control, all because of a simple tip of my tongue?
I’d never felt a high like that before.
And I wanted so much more of it.
“No. Don’t even think about it,” I whispered.
I pushed away from my office door and headed for my desk. And despite throwing myself into work, my mind kept racing back to her. Roxy was as sensual and as sexy as I imagined her to be. But, it was the feel of our bodies together that rushed a shiver down my spine. We interlocked perfectly as if our bodies were made for each other. The way she climbed me like a tree, filled me with tantalizing sensations, and the way her lips molded to my own made me want to charge down to H.R. and pull her back into my grasp.
I shook my head. “Come on. Don’t do this to yourself. You just promoted her. Find a way to work through it.”
I couldn't stay at the office, though. The longer I stayed in the same building with her, the more she’d tempt me. So, I started gathering files off the top of my desk. I shut down my computer and packed up my work laptop, ready to go home and log in from my studio apartment. I shoved everything into my briefcase, charged straight out of my office door, and didn’t even bother locking it as I jogged toward the back stairwell.
I was avoiding Roxy once more as I made my way down into the parking garage.
I had to find a way to work—a way to get Roxy off my mind. But, even though I drove home and got changed out of my suit, I could still smell her. I turned on the hottest water I could stand and hopped into the shower. I abandoned the idea of work for the day as I scrubbed myself down, trying to rid her scent from my body. The harder I scrubbed, though, the more it reminded me of her. The longer the hot water battered against my body, the more I wished she was there, showering with me. Allowing me to watch the luscious streams of water trickle between the valley of Roxy’s neglected breasts.
You have to stop this. You’re torturing yourself.
And yet, in some weird way, the torture was welcomed. Because it reminded me I could still feel a certain way for someone if I really tried.
A capability I thought my ex-wife had robbed from me.
13
Roxy
“Ugh, this face mask is so gross,” I murmured.
Kelly’s voice sounded over the speakerphone. “Trying the avocado recipe again.”
I paused the filing of my nails. “I keep reading how good it is for my skin. I can’t help it!”
She barked with laughter. “When are you going to learn that guacamole goes in chips and not your face?”
I shrugged. “When the internet stops telling me this stuff is good for someone’s skin.”
“If the internet told you to pour battery acid all over a dildo, would you?”
“Ew, no. Did you just compare avocado mush to battery acid? Really?
“Hey, my point stands. Just because the internet tells you its wonderful doesn’t mean it actually is.”
I rolled my eyes. “Whatever. Anyway. I have something to tell you that I have to get off my chest. But, you have to promise me not to tell anyone.”
My sister paused. “Wait. What?”
I sighed. “I have a secret. One, I don’t want you blabbing to anyone. And that includes your new bestie, Karina.”
“Uh, sorry. But, I’m pretty sure Karina is both of our besties? And she’s hardly new. Are you still on that crap that happened at your birthday?”
I started filing my nails again. “I’ll always be on it. Promise me.”
“I promise.”
“Swear on your firstborn.”
“What if I swear on Karina’s firstborn?”
“Doesn’t work. You have no emotional investment in someone else’s child.”
“I do if I’m their godparent.”
I paused. “Wait. What?”
Kelly sighed. “I promise on Karina’s firstborn that I won’t tell anyone. Now, what in the world is so urgent?”
I blinked. “She-she made you a godparent?”
“Roxy…”
“Why didn’t she ask me to be a godparent?”
“Are we really going to start measuring our friendships again? Come on, don’t do this. Stick with one topic at a time.”
I swallowed down the hurt. “All right, but if you blab, you’re dead. Blood over best friends and husbands.”
“You have my word, Roxy. My lips are sealed.”
I dropped my hands into my lap. “I slept with Clint.”
There was a long moment of silence on the other end of the line before I heard Kelly’s voice.
“And… what else?”
I blinked. “What do you mean, what else? I slept with my boss, Kelly. And after he promoted me, I might add.”
She squealed. “You got a promotion at work!? That’s fantastic! What are you doing now?”
My jaw dropped open. “That’s what you want to talk about?”
“Well, duh. I want to hear all about your new job.”
“Girl, you don’t want to hear about the fact that I slept with my direct boss?”
“Oh, come on. I mean, I love you, Roxy. But, it’s not news when you sleep with someone.”
I clicked my tongue. “I don’t