Kiss Is a Four-Letter Word (16 page)

She didn't resist. Simon watched her expression open beneath Eli's hand. Eli slid his palm over her cheek then tucked a stray curl of hair behind her ear. Simon watched them, heat flickering in his body. Hell, not now. The two of them looked so damn lovely together. He glanced up. The people outside Sherry's office had a front row seat to this entire discussion and here he was with an inconvenient erection. Again. He shifted against the desk, hoping his suit jacket covered everything.

"I was fired. As soon as my editor found out I knew the two of you he called me. The day after the dinner. He wanted details and when I refused, he fired me." Sherry looked down, twisting the straps of her bag.

Damn. "Sherry. Why didn't you tell us?" Simon wished he could take her in his arms and never let go. From the way Eli's hands twitched, he felt the same.

She sighed. Lightning flickered again and Simon heard the distant rumble of thunder. "I felt like a total loser. I had no job. I lived with my mother, for God's sake." She squared her shoulders and looked Simon full in the face. "You and Eli are successful. Rich. I felt like a fool for even thinking we could have something."

"God, Sherry. Are you kidding?" Screw the audience. Simon slid to his knees in front of her and took her hands in his. "Sherry. Neither Eli nor I had ever done anything like that before. You weren't the only virgin that night." He kept his voice low and his back turned to the windowed-wall behind them. He didn't care if anyone saw him on his knees but he didn't want them to hear.

Sherry stared at him, biting her lip. Simon held her gaze, willing her to understand. He didn't think she believed him.

Eli shifted closer. "You have this great job now, right? You like it here?" Eli asked her.

She nodded.

"Then why didn't you call us? And don't tell me it's because we're successful. So are you."

She took a deep breath. "It's stupid."

Simon squeezed her hands encouragingly. "Tell us anyway."

She flushed. "Well, once I got the job I felt stupid for not calling you back. It'd been over a month and I never answered your calls. Then I just felt dumb." She looked away.

All this angst, over something so little? She was really young. And Simon didn't care. She was smart and resilient and strangely innocent, despite what they'd done together in bed that night. Simon caught Eli's confused expression and had to laugh. He looked back at Sherry, the desire he'd put on the back burner so they could get through this conversation roaring up. Her lips were red from where she'd bitten them and the strange light from the storm outside made her skin look pearly. She was gorgeous. And he wasn't letting her get away again. Fuck it all to hell. He had to kiss her.

He leaned up and captured her lips, teasing them open until she gave in. He slid a hand into her hair and held tight then kissed her until they gasped for air. When he pulled back to look into her eyes, Eli reached down and hauled her up. He kissed her while Simon watched, lust burning insistently in his body. His balls ached. His cock throbbed. Eli wouldn't stop kissing her. Simon glanced out through the wall to find everyone staring, some with their mouths open. He groaned then had to laugh. Apparently, everything in his life was destined to be front-page news.

"Eli." Simon heaved himself into Sherry's chair and nudged Eli with his foot. "Eli, stop. Everyone's watching."

Eli broke the kiss and stared at him, holding Sherry so that her face was hidden in his shoulder. Simon shuddered. His lover's eyes were dark, the pupils blown wide so only the thinnest edge of green showed. Jesus. Simon nearly touched himself before he remembered where they were. "We have to get out of here."

Eli grunted and gently lowered Sherry into Simon's lap.

"That did not help, Eli!" Simon almost shouted as her soft curves met his incredibly hard cock.

"Shit," Eli muttered, turning his body toward the outside windows. Rain pattered on the glass.

Sherry squirmed, trying to get to her feet. "Oh my God, Simon, I'm so sorry." She nearly emasculated him. Simon winced and grabbed her around the waist, hard.

"Sherry, stop. You're killing me here. Just—don't move for a second," he said, burying his face in her hair. He breathed deep and slow, trying to get control of himself. It didn't work.

"Sorry, sorry," she said, holding herself still.

Simon forced his libido into submission. "Okay. We're going home now and you're coming with us."

"But—"

"Uh-uh," Simon interrupted her. "No arguments. Clearly we can't trust you to be sensible."

"What about the meeting?" Sherry asked as Simon carefully boosted her to her feet.

Eli snorted. "We'll reschedule."

Sherry frowned. "Bill really wants this contract. We worked hard on the marketing plan."

"You did the plan?" Eli asked.

Sherry nodded. "Melody and I did it."

"See, now that proves you're not a loser. You went from being fired to not only getting a new job, but also landing one of the biggest contracts for your company. And all within a few months," Eli said.

Sherry smiled tremulously at him. Simon's heart ached. So much miscommunication. He remembered how bold she'd been at the bike trail where they'd first met. The combination of this vulnerability with the spitfire he knew she could be made him want her even more. "Come on." He grabbed her hand while Eli picked up her briefcase. "Do you have everything you need?"

She nodded. Simon pulled her out of the office. Everyone who'd been staring through the glass pretended to be working, but Simon had seen them rushing to look busy just before they opened the door. He rolled his eyes at Eli, who snorted.

"Mr. Moest. Mr. River, are you leaving? The meeting is scheduled to begin in a few minutes," Melody said, walking up to them.

Simon looked at her expression. She knew he was taking Sherry home. She also knew that he knew she was reminding him about the meeting because she had to, not because she expected them to stay.

"Yes, about that. We need to reschedule. Something's come up," Simon said. Eli choked.

Melody broke out into a grin. "Um, yeah. I can see that."

"So can everyone else," Eli muttered.

Simon bit his cheek, trying to keep from smiling. "I'll have our assistant, Erica, contact you."

Melody nodded, still grinning. "Sherry? Are you leaving early today?"

Simon saw Sherry hesitate, then Eli put his hand on her back and she squared her shoulders. "I have to take the afternoon off. Could you tell Bill for me?"

Melody nodded. "Sure thing. I know you were feeling under the weather this morning."

"Um, yeah. That's right," Sherry said.

Simon coughed, trying not to give away how fucking funny he found the entire conversation. Melody knew, Sherry knew, and he and Eli knew they were going home to make love. Everyone in the whole damn office knew, yet here they were, covering their tracks.

"Please apologize to Mr. Tekel for us. We're sure you have a great plan for the product we discussed and I'm positive we can come to some kind of agreement. We'll set up another meeting within a day or so to discuss the contract." Eli gently steered Sherry forward and Simon followed, ignoring the eyes that watched their every move.

"No problem," Melody said. "I hope you feel better, Sherry," Melody called as they walked through the open office. Sherry's shoulders gave a tiny flinch and for a moment Simon thought she might be crying, but then he realized that she was laughing.
Good
, he thought.
I'll enjoy kissing her while she's smiling.

Chapter Nine

Sherry found the walk through her office overwhelming. All her co-workers stared as she and Eli and Simon threaded their way through the desks. She could tell some of the women were jealous and at least one or two men, which was hilarious. Going back into work the next day was going to be even more interesting. She squared her shoulders until they got to the elevators. She wasn't going to slink away as though she was ashamed.

Her newfound attitude did
not
prepare her for what happened in the car on the way to Eli and Simon's place.

"Oh my God, yeah, right there," Simon moaned. Sherry bit her lip and watched as Eli went down on his knees in the back of the limo. Her thick locks were damp from the storm. Tiny droplets sparkled on Eli's head, highlighting the gold of his hair.

"Are you seriously going to do this in the car?" she asked, surprised. Aroused.

"Oh no, I'm not," Eli said, his voice low and sexy. "
We
are." He grabbed her by the arm and pulled her to the floor.

Sherry squeaked and tumbled down. "This can't be a good idea. What about the driver?"

"It's a very good fucking idea," Simon said. He palmed himself through his pants. The shoulders of his suit were dark with rain but Sherry didn't think he noticed or cared.

"Charlie can't hear a thing with the security panel shut," Eli said.

"We'll probably be at your place soon," she said, licking her lips and staring at Simon's groin where his cock pressed against the soft fabric of his pants. He was so hard. Her hands itched to touch.

"Not even a chance. We live on Riverside Drive and it's going to take at least forty minutes to get there in midday traffic," Eli said, running his hands up Simon's legs. "We've got plenty of time."

Sherry swallowed. Simon looked at her, his blue eyes electric. Her heart gave a slow thump. She was hot, aroused, and a little frightened, no matter what she'd told herself in the office. She'd deliberately not called them back. For two months, she'd ignored all the messages they sent her, yet here she was on the floor of a car edging up Broadway in the middle of a Tuesday afternoon.

Simon gasped as Eli unbuttoned his pants and eased his cock out. When Eli bent his head to kiss the tip, Sherry leaned forward to see. She needed to understand why these men made her so crazy. Eli kissed Simon's erection once, twice, then opened his mouth and took him inside, licking down lightly before he closed his lips around it and sucking. Sherry pressed a hand to her mouth, wanting desperately to taste.

"Go ahead," Simon rasped. Her eyes flew up. Simon put a hand on her cheek. "Kiss me." Eli slid off with a pop and Simon's hips jerked.

Sherry looked at his cock, the ruby red crown glistening from Eli's mouth. Even as she stared, a small pearl of pre-come eased from the tip.

"Sherry. Kiss me. Suck me." Simon eased her head towards him and she tentatively touched her lips to him. Her eyes fluttered shut and she kissed him lightly before opening her mouth and letting him slide inside. He was so hot.

"Suck him, Sherry," Eli said. Sherry closed her eyes and put her hands on Simon's hips. She slid down, stopping when Simon's shaft hit the back of her throat. She moved back up, sucking as she went.

Simon moaned and gripped her hair. "God. Sherry, your mouth—" He broke off as she licked him and slid down again. She felt Simon urging her to use her hand and let him place her fingers around the base of his cock. His hips arched up, but Sherry moved with him. When she heard Eli unbuckling his belt, she shivered. What was he doing?

"Don't stop, Sherry. Kiss him some more," Eli said, running his hands up her thighs. He let go and Sherry heard a wrapper tear.

Sherry pulled off and looked down at Simon's cock in her hands, bemused. What was she doing? He felt so good against her palms. His prick was thick and flushed a deep pink. She squeezed and Simon bucked and slid through her fingers, the wet from her mouth easing the way. She kissed him again as Eli pushed her dress up. She licked Simon as Eli ripped her thong right off her body. She sucked him down as Eli nudged the head of his erection along her pussy.

"Sherry, Jesus fuck, you're so goddamn wet. So beautiful." Eli rubbed himself along her folds, the moisture from her arousal spreading. He bumped her clit and she gasped. Simon's cock slid back into her mouth and she panted around him. Eli felt so good. She needed more. She sucked Simon hard then backed up, kissing just the tip. Eli began to rock his hips and she knew he would be completely inside her soon.

"Eli," Simon said, growling. He had two handfuls of her hair. He held her head perfectly still. "Fuck. You should see how you look, Sherry. Eli's cock is huge and he's got you by the hips. I can see him fucking you—"

Eli lunged, sheathing himself in her body and Sherry gasped, pushed forward. Simon's cock went into her mouth—she couldn't stop either of them. She didn't want to stop them. Eli froze, resting his forehead on the back of her neck. Sherry swallowed around Simon's cock involuntarily. Simon moaned.
That must feel good
, she thought, swallowing again then Eli squeezed her hipbones and began to fuck, rocking into her. Simon held her head and moved in time with Eli, his cock sliding through her hands, into and out of her mouth.

Sherry closed her eyes, savoring the double sensation of penetration. When Eli reached around to finger her clit, she went rigid. Pleasure sparked along her nerves and she moaned. Simon pulled out of her mouth, teasing her lips with his cock then Eli plunged in one last time and she orgasmed, her spine stiffening. The waves of bliss went on and on. She couldn't think. Couldn't move. Eli rubbed a finger along her labia, gentling his touch as she came down from the pleasure. Simon wrapped a hand around hers, moving it over his cock. He bumped her lips once, twice and then he came, trembling as he pulsed against her cheek. His seed jetted onto her jaw, some of it hitting her lips. He tasted sweet.