Employee of the Month by Tracey Rogers

Author:Tracey Rogers
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781940744414
Publisher: Beachwalk Press, Inc.
Published: 2014-09-27T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8

Max didn’t need words. He couldn’t possibly find the ones he required to explain the way he was feeling right now. All he knew was that he needed Holly. He wanted to be dragged from the past. All he could think of was losing himself with the woman who was keeping him grounded by stirring his blood in a way he could no longer define.

She took his outstretched hand without question, her fingers entwining with his as if she knew he desired her badly right now. Because he did. Holly might be able to explain her need for him as a pregnancy craving—but he had nothing. He was acting purely on instinct.

His instinct was raging at him. His fists clenched at his sides as he waited for Holly to unlock the door. Once through it he kicked it closed with his foot, not wanting to look away from her. She turned at the sound of the lock clicking into place, the rise and fall of her shoulders deep and rapid. His heart pounded against the confines of his chest. She stared up at him guilelessly, her azure eyes wider and more vibrant than he’d ever seen them.

“This is just sex, right?” She ran her tongue over her lips.

“Just sex,” he murmured, and kissed the softness of her mouth. She traced his touch with her tongue, an absent gesture that made him hard. Achingly so.

“Good. That’s good,” she whispered, rising on her tiptoes, her slender fingers splaying against his chest.

Max leaned toward her inclined head, allowing her to take his mouth with her sweet lips. Her rounded belly pressed into his abdomen, his body responding with a roar of blood surging through his veins at the contact.

Max closed his eyes, relishing the feel of her hot mouth nibbling his jaw before moving to the base of his throat. He knew she would feel the frantic beat of his pulse at her mouth, and he knew she would feel it at the base of his erection too as she began to palm him there.

She moved her hand to grasp both sides of his sweater as she slowly shoved it upward. Her trembling fingers brushed over his skin, betraying her restraint that matched his completely. Her palms grazed over his pecs, the heels of her hands brushing across his nipples. When he knew she could no longer reach he dragged the sweater away from his shoulders and dropped it on the floor. She worked the button of his jeans free, then ever so slowly drew down his zipper. His lungs battled with his sharp, indrawn breath. Shoving both his jeans and his boxers over his hips, she exposed him to the hungry gaze of her eyes. The relief he felt as his erection sprang free was immense, but not a fraction as divine as the feel of her warm palm encasing his thickness.

The jade green maxi dress she wore obviously allowed for growth. Grateful for the crossover design of the bodice, he

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