Blueprint for Love (12 page)

Vic steered her to a
nearby wall and pressed the hard lines of his body against her lush
curves. His erection bucked against her. He hiked up her skirt and
pressed the throbbing head of his dick against the thin barrier of
her lace panties. He grinded against her and pulled on her earlobe
with his tongue.

Her moans filled the air.
“Oh God. Oh God,” she purred.

“
You like that, baby?” he
teased through nibbles.

“
Yes!”

“
You want
more?”

“
Yes.”

“
You want me inside you?
Just say the word. Say it.”

“
I want you inside
me.”

Vic’s heart raced. She
wanted him. Ronnie Jones wanted
him
. “Beg me,” he ordered. “Beg me
to fuck you, Ronnie.”

She dug her nails into the
tops of his shoulders. “Please, Vic,” she pled. “I want you so
bad.”

He wanted her too. So bad
it was almost painful. If he didn’t get inside now, he was gonna
burst from all this pressure!

He pulled her panties to
the side and prepared to thrust.

“
Wait!” she screeched.
“Condom. Hurry.”

He froze. Shit! It had
been too long since he’d been with a woman. He’d forgotten to
prepare. He didn’t have anything.

Damn!
How could the absence of a tiny piece of latex rain on his
parade?

He pulled away. He wasn’t
riding bareback, not even if Ronnie wanted it. That was one thing
neither of them needed. He refused to make a baby out of wedlock,
the way some deadbeat had done with his mother.

Vic’s heart dropped when
he saw the confused look on Ronnie’s face. He couldn’t bear to have
her disappointed in him. He wanted nothing more than to sate both
of their appetites, thrust his rock-hard dick deep inside her wet
pussy. Without protection, it wasn’t happening. But he wouldn’t
leave her aching for more. He’d send her away with a present she’d
never forget. If she couldn’t have the entrée, he’d damn sure give
her the dessert.

Ronnie gazed down at the top of Vic’s thick
head of hair as he dropped to his knees and nibbled his way in a
southern direction. He tugged at the button on the back of her
skirt, and in seconds had her unzipped and her white lace underwear
exposed. She wriggled out of her skirt, happy to shed the offending
material. Anything to be closer to Vic’s lips.

He lovingly pressed kisses against the
fabric, taking his time, saturating the lace and the swollen lips
that lay beneath.

“
Oh, Vic,” she
moaned.

Taking his cue, Vic pulled her panties down,
revealing the black curls that had just been waxed yesterday into a
dark landing strip. Her heartbeat ricocheted as she watched his
eyes take in the view. For a half a second, she felt embarrassed
having a man’s face in her crotch. What would he think of her
body?

“
Beautiful,” he said,
reading her mind.

He pushed the intricate, white lace panties
past her knees to pool at her ankles. Ronnie held her breath as the
pink tip of Vic’s tongue flicked toward her. When he licked the
tender flesh between her legs, her knees damn near buckled. The
pleasure was too much. She heard her own raw, guttural groan escape
her throat.

“
You taste good,” he
praised.

His tongue grazed lazy swirls against her
tight curls. She held on, threading her fingers through his damp
hair. Thank goodness for the wall at her back. Otherwise, she’d
slump into a mass of jelly right now.

Vic lifted one of her legs so that her knee
hooked over his shoulder. Now he had wide-open access.

“
Umm,” he groaned against
her sensitive clit. He licked her like he’d licked that cone last
week. He acted like a starved man who couldn’t get enough of her.
He used his tongue as a weapon of seduction, smoothly darting in
and out of the luscious pink folds between her legs. His rhythm
increased. His long tongue plunged in and out of her.

Faster.

Harder.

Deeper.

Ronnie’s head thrashed from side to side as
she grasped fistfuls of his hair. She shamelessly thrust her hips
against his mouth, desperate to feel every inch of his tongue
ravish her.

Her soft whimpers filled the air, creating
an erotic melody for his ears only. Vic changed tactics then. He
suckled on the extended nub of her clitoris, his tongue flicking
repeatedly over the tender flesh. She tensed, feeling the first
wave of a hedonistic tsunami crashing against passion’s shores.

Thrusting a finger inside her, Vic probed
deep against her slick walls. Ronnie gasped, welcoming the fullness
she felt. She arched against his finger, the muscles of her vagina
gripping, pulsating, craving his touch. Vic kept up a steady
rhythm, relentlessly fondling her, until seconds later, she
shuddered against his hand as she climaxed.

Ronnie sat in the stakeholder’s meeting
listening to her clients discuss the status of the new mall outlet
project. Work was on schedule. Everything was going according to
plan. The business was fine. Her personal life, however, was a
bubbling cauldron of confusion. She was still trying to sort out
what had happened between her and Vic. She’d been avoiding him for
over a week. She wanted nothing more than to finish what they’d
started in the trailer last weekend. But she knew that was
dangerous thinking. Nothing good could come from her fornicating
with Vic Romano. The sad thing was, the more she tried to put him
out of her mind, the more she wanted him.

She squeezed her legs together thinking
about the earth-shattering orgasm she’d had. She’d cried out and
clung to him, practically collapsing in his arms, but he’d held her
tight, sweeping her into his embrace and carrying her the short
distance to the sofa in the trailer. She still remembered the words
he’d whispered in her ear.

“
I’m sorry to disappoint
you, Ronnie. I didn’t know you were coming, or else I would have
been prepared. You can be sure I won’t make that same mistake
twice.”

Ronnie was far from disappointed. Vic had
just rocked her world and he was apologizing? Even now, her heart
hammered thinking of how he’d played her body like a fine
instrument. Plucking, strumming, and tuning her in all the right
places.

She shook her head.

You’re just horny, girl. It’s been six years
since you got laid. At this point, any dick would feel good.

But she hadn’t had any dick yet. Vic’s
tongue was amazing. She shuddered to think how it would feel to
have him fully inside her.

After he’d licked her to orgasm, he told her
he had an appointment. She hated herself for wondering who he was
meeting. She wasn’t the jealous type. Or at least she’d never been
in the past.

“
I stopped by the site the
other day,” Wyatt, an older sandy-haired stakeholder announced,
intruding on Ronnie’s erotic thoughts. “Fella named Vic Romano
showed me around.”

Ronnie’s head snapped up at the mention of
Vic’s name. Her pulse ran wild. Her palms were sweating.

Candace spoke up. “Vic’s one of our crew
leaders. I don’t know where we’d be without him. He’s proven
himself to be a valuable asset.”

Ronnie smiled. Both of her sisters had been
on ‘Team Vic’ since Gabe’s party.

“
I must tell you,” Wyatt
said, peering through his horn-rimmed glasses, “I was not so
impressed with the foreman, Kent Sanders. The guy seemed like a
bumbling idiot. Made me wonder about the quality of work being
done.”

She’d heard Vic say the same thing about
Kent. This was an important client for Three Sisters. Ronnie
couldn’t have them questioning the integrity of their hiring
decisions. She didn’t know what drove her to say it, but she
blurted out, “I’ve decided to replace Kent with Vic.”

Wyatt nodded with approval. “I’d sure feel a
helluva lot better if you did.”

“
Well then,” Candace
confirmed. “That settles it. Vic’s in. Kent’s out.”

Marlowe added, “If there are no objections
from anyone, let’s make the change immediately.”

Such was the beauty of owning a small
company. No red tape. The sisters made a decision, and it was
implemented. Just like that, Vic was promoted from crew leader to
foreman.

Ronnie didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
She’d made the decision. Now, she had to tell Vic. That meant
they’d be working much closer with each other. But he deserved this
promotion. Their personal relationship should have no bearing on
the exemplary work Vic was doing.

“
I’ll have Olivia call and
let him know,” Ronnie said.

It was better that way. Then, she wouldn’t
have to contact him personally. Wouldn’t have to hear his cocky
voice as he said, ‘I told you so’ about Kent. Wouldn’t have to risk
falling victim to those hypnotic green eyes and soft full lips.
Yes, it was better for Olivia to give him the news. Ronnie had to
keep her distance. The last time she was alone with Vic, he’d
licked her senseless. She’d lost all control beneath his wickedly
delicious tongue. That could not happen again.

# # #

Vic waited in his parked
car across the street from the offices of Three Sisters
Construction. It was a damn shame he had to do this just to talk to
Ronnie. She’d been avoiding him like a bad rash.
All he wanted to do was thank her for the foreman
promotion. It was bad enough she’d sent her minion, Olivia to
contact him. After repeated calls to Ronnie’s office, and being
told by Olivia that Ronnie was too busy to call him back, Vic
decided to drop by the office. That was a mistake. He’d had to be
entertained by Olivia, who had no hard feelings over his yelling at
her. In fact, she seemed to like being fussed over. There was no
accounting for women or their feelings.

When Olivia told him Ronnie wasn’t in the
office, Vic knew the underdressed secretary was lying. Ronnie was
always at work. She lived, breathed, ate, and slept Three Sisters.
So, Vic got wise on both of them. He kept watch from his Explorer.
He had all day.

Sure enough, two hours later, Ronnie
emerged. She looked gorgeous in her white slacks and pale yellow
blouse. When a gust of wind blew her hair, exposing the creamy
expanse of her neck, Vic swallowed hard. He’d give anything to kiss
the delicate skin there.

He pulled up behind her BMW, blocking her
from reversing out of her parking spot. She eyed him through her
rearview mirror. He felt like a stalker, but she had reduced him to
this behavior.

She slid from behind the wheel and
approached his SUV. Of course, the first words out of her mouth
were saucy. “Is there some reason your big ass Explorer is trying
to push up on my Beemer?”

He grinned. “You refused to talk to me, so I
had to do this. Why are you hiding from me, Ronnie? What did I
do?”

She shook her head. “It’s not what you did.
It’s me.”

“
Tryin’ to get rid of
me?”

“
I wish I
could.”

“
Listen, I don’t know
what’s going on, but—”

“
I told you, it’s nothing
you did.”

He changed tactics. Anything to keep her
talking to him. “I got a promotion.”

“
I know.”

“
Why do I get the feeling
you had something to do with it?”

“
You did it on your own
merit, Vic. After all, you said Kent wasn’t doing a good job. You,
however, were taking care of business, and our clients noticed. You
know you have skills.”

“
True.”

His first inclination had been to rub it in,
but he didn’t want to chase her off. She was getting a little
fidgety, transferring her weight from one high heel to the other.
She was ready to leave. But Vic wasn’t ready for her to go. He
hadn’t seen her in a week. He wanted to stretch the moment out a
bit longer.

“
You look good, Ronnie.
Damn good.” His gaze swept appreciatively over her luscious
shape.

“
Vic…”

“
There’s something I want
to show you,” he interrupted.

Her eyes grew wide. “Why am I afraid to
ask?”

He chuckled. “Aw c’mon. Why is your mind
always in the gutter?”

She laughed. “You wouldn’t know what I was
talking about unless your mind was there in the gutter along with
mine.”

Her laugh was contagious. Something inside
him felt good when she was around. Maybe it was because she didn’t
take any of his crap.

“
Get in,” he told
her.

She crossed her arms over her breasts.
“Bossy, aren’t you?”

“
Oh, I forgot, you don’t
like guys who take control. They make you nervous.”

“
Hah! I think it’s the
opposite. You can’t handle a strong woman.”

“
I love strong women.” He
cocked his head to the side. “You’re talking about female body
builders, right?”

She smirked. “Right.”

He pinned her with a hungry look. “Are you
getting in this vehicle or do I have to throw you over my shoulder
and kidnap you?”

Her jaw dropped. There was
a whole lot more Vic wanted to do than throw her over his shoulder.
He wanted to put her over his knee and give her a good spanking she
wouldn’t forget anytime soon. He kept thinking of the night in the
trailer when he’d licked her pussy. She tasted like an
exotic blend of floral perfume and feminine salty
sweetness. She came in his mouth—the ultimate ego boost for him. He
swore to himself from then on, he would be prepared. He’d gone to
the drugstore the next day and bought a case of condoms.