Pedal to the Metal by Jesse J. Thoma

Author:Jesse J. Thoma [Thoma, Jesse J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781626392960
Publisher: Bold Strokes Books
Published: 2015-01-08T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

Isabelle poured over the financial data in front of her. She had been sorting through it for weeks, but still couldn’t make sense of it, at least not in a way that would blow Holt’s case wide open. It was incredibly frustrating. She was used to working on something doggedly, but usually there was an end in sight. Right now, she wasn’t even sure what the end looked like. It felt like every time she pulled on one seemingly promising thread, it either tangled another section, or unraveled a week’s worth of hard work. Isabelle sighed.

Holt was by her side almost instantly. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

The loft wasn’t that large, but even for Holt, she had moved fast. Isabelle suspected she had been hovering, waiting for an excuse to come over.

“It’s problems at work,” Isabelle said. “I don’t think you’d understand.”

“Try me,” Holt said, scooping Isabelle up and carrying her to the couch. When she sat down, Isabelle was settled comfortably on her lap. “I can be quite understanding.”

“Is that so?” Isabelle asked, playing along. She repositioned so she was straddling Holt’s lap. She ran the fingers of both hands through Holt’s hair and left her hands framing Holt’s face. “Well, I’ve got a really, really sexy boss, who I’ve got the hots for. It’s very distracting. Makes getting any work done extremely difficult.”

“I’m jealous,” Holt said. “Anyone I know?”

“Nah.” Isabelle moved forward until her lips were only millimeters away from Holts. “Just some lady. But all day long, she struts around in her jeans, and her T-shirts, and her boots. And she’s got these tattoos that peek out everywhere. And her muscles? Don’t get me started. I know what’s under all that clothing, so you can understand how hard it is for me to think about anything but getting it all off.”

“I don’t strut,” Holt said, looking a little offended.

“You walk assertively,” Isabelle said. “No complaints here.”

Isabelle moved even closer to Holt until she was pressed against her stomach. Holt ran her hands along Isabelle’s thighs, let her thumbs linger for a moment where her thighs and torso met, and then moved back and grabbed her ass, pulling her even tighter to her. Isabelle gasped at the quick, pleasurable sensation that shot through her as her center came in full contact with the hard planes and muscled lines of Holt’s midsection.

Holt flipped them over so Isabelle was lying on her back on the couch. Holt pulled off first her own shirt, then Isabelle’s and then both of their bras. Isabelle shimmied out of her pants and pointed to Holt’s, encouraging her to lose hers as well. Once their clothes were off, Holt kissed her way back up Isabelle’s body. She never made it as far as Isabelle’s lips. She stopped at her breasts, and Isabelle arched up to meet her. Holt teased Isabelle’s nipple. She kissed and caressed gently with her tongue, never quite getting close enough to allow Isabelle full ecstasy. It was making her crazy in a wonderful way.

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