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Authors: Cora Lee Gill

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Chapter Two

 

The day had run late, thanks to Gina’s previous meeting running behind schedule, leaving her feeling tired and hungry from the long day. To top it off, she still had a few hours of work ahead of her this evening and all she wanted to do was crawl into her soft thousand-count cotton bed sheets in sheer exhaustion. It had been a grueling few weeks with the hockey season starting and her going gangbusters on implementing a new marketing campaign. With the players’ busy schedules, it had been a challenge to get things organized around their game and travel itineraries.

An hour, she promised herself, walking through the now quiet and dimly lit office, then a hot bath and bed.

Everyone had gone home for the evening, leaving the echo of her heels tattooing a hollow beat along the empty office hallway. Gina removed her suit jacket and kicked off her three-inch heels as she let herself into her office. Hanging her jacket on the hook beside her door, she untucked her blouse from her skirt and began edging a few buttons loose to breathe. She rotated her neck to work out the kinks and let out a deep moan as her tight neck muscles protested in pain.

“Don’t stop on my account,” rumbled a lazy voice from behind her.

“Ahhh!” A shriek of terror escaped her dry lips, the unexpected voice paralyzing her fingers on her blouse.

Gina turned to find Connor Waters leaning back comfortably in her chair. With his feet propped on her desk, it was evident that he had made himself at home in her office.

“What do you want?” she asked nervously. Her shock made her terse.

“From you?” Connor’s mouth twitched, his eyes slowly travelling down her length, taking in the rapid rise and fall of her breasts. “The possibilities are endless, Gina.”

She was hard-pressed to ignore the sexual edge that coated Connor’s voice. Gina had to take a mental breath to calm her shaking nerves. If she was honest with herself, her still-racing heartbeat had little to do with the initial fear of finding him in her office.

“Did we have an appointment?” she asked him, knowing full well they didn’t. Talking to him in her bare feet seemed too intimate, too personal. She leaned down and swiftly slipped back into her stilettos.

Shit. Connor Waters is sitting in my office.

Deliberately, she walked over to stand in front of her desk, raising a perfectly arched eyebrow as he reclined farther back in her chair, staring up at her without apology.

 

Connor didn’t even try to hide his interest in the hint of hot pink that peeked from the gap of Gina’s partially unbuttoned blouse. He realized that if he had kept his mouth shut for another moment, Gina probably would have let loose another button or two, giving him a better look at the lace that covered her breasts. He berated himself for jumping the gun. With regret, he watched Gina redo the undone buttons of her blouse, hiding the tantalizing glimpse of her flesh covered by the delicate lace.

He could see the little pulse still hammering on her exposed neck, proof that she wasn’t as relaxed as she tried to portray.

Hmmm…interesting.

“No, no appointment,” he answered lazily. “I was going to the club after tonight’s game when I received a rather interesting email attachment from you.”

Connor pulled out his cell phone and began scrolling through it. “Hmm, here we are. Sent today at quarter after six p.m. from Gina. Subject heading…” he deliberately paused, raising a mocking eyebrow as he met her confused gaze head-on, “Possibilities?”

He felt a momentary pang of regret at teasing her when he saw the color leach from her face, her body a statue of shock. But a bigger part of him couldn’t help but torment her a little. Connor liked to think that very little could shock him at this stage of his life. He had been sorely mistaken. Gina’s email attachment had captured his attention in more ways than one. His stiff cock could attest to that.

After rereading her email multiple times, Connor had decided that there was certainly more to Gina than met the eye. And he was determined to explore the many intricate layers that made up this woman, unwrapping them from her delectable body one by one.

 

No, she couldn’t have!

Momentarily squeezing her eyes shut, Gina mentally went back to the email she had sent Connor from her cell phone earlier that evening. Rushing into her last meeting, she had wanted his final thoughts on possible players for the ad campaign she was finalizing. Gina had narrowed down the list of available players and now needed Connor to help make a final decision. She had attached the list to the email—the wrong list! Mortified, her head dropped down to her chest in misery. “Possibilities” was her personal list of….

“Imagine my surprise when I opened your attachment.” Connor’s mocking whisper flirted with the sensitive nerve endings on the side of her neck. He had quietly moved to stand behind her, his thumb deliberately moving aside her hair, exposing her delicate skin to his calculated touch.

He didn’t allow her to pull away when she took a step forward, instead, she felt his firm hands settle on her hips, securely anchoring her in front of his hard body.

“Gina, Gina, Gina.” She felt Connor’s shoulders dwarf her from behind, the sexy timbre of his voice enveloping her as he continued, “You had some interesting choices on your list, many of the guys on it would be great spokesmen for the new ads. But what really caught my eye,” he paused, closing the gap between his lips and the delicate shell of her ear, his teeth lightly nipping at the sensitive flesh, “were your comments next to each name.”

A soft sob of angst escaped from her dry throat while her body shuddered at his touch. Knowing she should assert herself and insist he let her go, Gina fought a losing battle—a battle with herself. Her head told her one thing, but her body another. Gina let her body win as she leaned back into Connor’s strong embrace, reveling in the desire his touch induced.

She felt his every breath whisper against her neck and along the shell of her ear as he moved his lips lightly along her sensitive flesh. Goose bumps raced down her spine, making her breath catch in her throat. His fingers pulled her silk blouse out of her skirt, and stroked the soft flesh of her hips, gradually making their way up to the underside of her aching breasts. Gina held her breath, waiting for his hands to cup her sensitized breasts, disappointed when he only ran his thumbs along the seam of her bra. Gina
needed
him to touch her pebbled nipples, to rub them between his fingers. She felt her sex ripple in response to that thought. She couldn’t remember the last time she had reacted so strongly to a man’s touch, if ever.

“Where do I start? ‘Sean, strong thighs to hold me in place. Paul, rumored to last all night. Matt, known for his
size.
’”

The feel of his teeth raking over her ear and his solid form pressed against her back were enough to make Gina swivel her hips in hunger, rubbing her backside against him as he recited the comments she had placed next to each potential lover on her list. Humiliation at having her private thoughts repeated out loud, and by Connor of all people, battled with the need his voice and touch created within her. Need seemed to be winning, a soft whimper escaping her lips, her head falling back, further exposing her trembling body to his masterful touch.

“Naughty Gina. How would the guys feel if they found out how you—what’s the phrase you women use—ah, yeah, ‘objectified them’, stripped them down to strictly their body parts? Not very PC of you.” He chuckled. “Then there was your interesting ‘To Do List’ that caught my attention. Number one was interesting, number three was downright kinky and number five… Well let’s just say that I have a feeling that there is definitely more to you than meets the eye.”

His assertive fingers continued to stroke back and forth from the bottom of her breasts, over her quivering belly, to the edge of the waistband of her skirt, while his lips nuzzled along the sensitive skin of her neck. She felt the palm of his hand increase the pressure on her middle, pulling her still tighter against him, the feel of his fully aroused rod rubbing against her ass eliciting another groan of pure desire from her parted lips.


Please…
” Gina wasn’t entirely sure what she was begging him for.

“If I didn’t know any better, I would guess that you put together a spreadsheet of your sexual wish list and the potential men that would help you reach your, ah,
goals
.”

Connor’s emphasis on his last word wasn’t lost on either of them. His lips dropped to her shoulder, taking a gentle love bite of the soft flesh of her shoulder as he slid his hands up to finally pull her bra down and cup her breasts. His fingers finally closing over her protruding nipples, giving them a delicate squeeze that had her knees threaten to buckle from under her.

“Aw God, stop,” she pleaded, trying to hold on to her pride but failing miserably.

Ignoring her weak protest, he interrupted, his harsh growl attesting to his own lust, “Did you really use a spreadsheet to decide on which man to take as a lover?” Laughter combined with a little awe. “Talk about using your Smartphone—wisely.”

Gina tensed at just how accurate his words were. Fear and mortification snaked through her already overly sensitized body. Some of her newfound confidence began to slip when past insecurities came trickling back, leaving her feeling foolish.

Why would any of these gorgeous men, who had their pick of women, be interested in someone like her? After all, her dismal track record with men spoke for itself. And God, to have
this
man read about her sexual fantasy wish list was just too much to handle!

She had to stop this before she made a total fool of herself. The absurdity of allowing this man to touch her so intimately when they hadn’t exchanged more than a dozen words wasn’t lost on her. But the man made her hum like a well-played guitar, and the way she was reacting to him wasn’t lost on either of them. With a determined step forward, Gina shook her head no and shrugged off his hands, putting a few needed inches between them. Pulling away from his erotic touch, she quickly adjusted her bra and smoothed her blouse back into her skirt. Schooling her features into what she hoped was a casual look of disdain, she prepared herself to see the smug look on his face. But before she turned and looked at Connor, she caught a look at her reflection in the framed mirror hanging behind her desk. What she saw there still managed to give her pause. Even today, she was a little surprised at the sexy woman staring back at her. On the outside, she was completely transformed into a new woman from the one she had been before her makeover.

Catching a glance of her new look in the glass was an effective reminder about the mantra that she repeated to herself daily.
I am beautiful, I am desirable, I am worthy.

With little choice but to brazen out the situation, Gina ignored Connor and moved to sit behind her desk. The large physical barrier gave her little protection from his perceptive gaze or his mockingly raised eyebrow. Not as brave as she had hoped to be, she glanced down unseeingly at a file on her desk and, with as much dignity she could muster, she muttered, “I apologize for sending you the wrong attachment. I’ll be sure to send you the correct information.”

“You didn’t answer my question, Gina. Was that a list of potential lovers?”

The sudden steel in his voice had Gina glancing up sharply. It didn’t take a genius to see that he disapproved.

Why should he care?

“It’s really none of your concern, Connor. What I do in my personal life is just that—personal.” Gina knew she had to end this conversation now. Just being in the same room with Connor was enough to shake her equilibrium.

This man always had the power to make her hot. From the moment Gina had first seen him walking the arena hallways last year, laughing and joking with the different women he escorted on a nightly basis, she had felt true envy. What would it be like to have his arm around her shoulders as he stared into her eyes with desire? Back then, she had fantasized that she was the woman going home with him for the night. She had even woken up from a very erotic dream one night, crying out his name in need. The private memory had her blushing even more.

No, she couldn’t let him get under her skin. At least not any further than he already was. Even with her newfound confidence, Gina wasn’t courageous enough to explore the deep emotions he unknowingly elicited from within her. Self-preservation refused to allow her to explore why this man affected her control so deeply.

When making her list of potential lovers and the sexual fantasies she intended to play out with them, she had initially added Connor to the list, only to delete him seconds later. Connor was a veteran playboy. There was a certain air about him that she found too daunting. She was too new to this game of casual sex. Little bites was how she planned to tackle her mission for a new lover who would fulfill the desires she had only dreamed about until now.

She needed someone easy to be with—someone who didn’t intimidate her or make her feel things that only frightened her. Nor was she going to get involved with someone she worked directly with. One of the reasons Gina had wanted Connor to pick the new spokesperson was that of the remaining two candidates, she was going to choose the man she intended to seduce.

As if reading her mind, he remarked, “Why bring anyone else into this? The season is just starting and the rookies have a lot to focus on right now. Maybe you need to broaden your list of contenders.”

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