I Spy a Dark Obsession by Jo Davis Page A

honest, I’ve always admired you. Not just physically, but for your strength of character. How you treat others and how people look up to you. Anyone in this building would put themselves between you and a bullet, and not just because it’s their job. Not everyone inspires that sort of loyalty, but you do. And I find that very sexy.”
    He squirmed inwardly at the praise and thrilled to it, as well. Not that he believed he was so great, but that someone else did. Hell, he was only human—sometimes a man needed to hear how much he meant to someone. And be shown. His lonely soul soaked up her words and the open expression on her lovely face. The heat was back in her eyes, too, along with a hint of challenge. His cock leapt, defying his iron control and finally growing to full hardness in his pants, not giving a damn that he was her boss and shouldn’t mess around with an employee. Friend or not.
    His voice was husky. “All those same things are true about you. Plus you’re smart and confident, a straight shooter who goes the extra mile for your friends and coworkers. Look how you came to see me after I wrecked—”
    “No,” she interrupted, scooting her chair close so their knees touched. “Making sure a friend is okay isn’t extra. It’s just what you do when you care. And I care about you.”
    She bent close, and his pulse pounded in anticipation at her clear intent. Their lips touched and he opened himself to the kiss, her sweet taste drowning any remaining inner protests that this wasn’t advisable. His blood throbbed and his balls grew heavy, a wonderful ache that he should try to resist, though now he couldn’t think why.
    “Stand up,” she murmured, tugging at his hand.
    He didn’t think, simply did as she requested. Because he didn’t want to talk himself out of what she obviously planned as she shoved her chair back and slid to her knees. Reached for his belt.
    The buckle proved a bit stubborn, but she unfastened it and went to work on his pants. In seconds, he was standing over her, cock pointing at her face, flushed and eager. Her lips quirked up and she grasped the base, licked away the little drop. Those striking eyes met his as she brought the head to her mouth, took him inside. The sight of his hard flesh disappearing between her lips almost finished things before they began.
    “God, that’s good,” he groaned. She hummed around his cock in agreement.
    He was greedy for her mouth, the silky suction pulling his brain through his cock. He thrust, slowly at first, then with deeper, faster strokes. Gave himself to the pleasure until the tingle at the base of his spine warned him that release was too close.
    “Not yet!” Gently, he coaxed her to let him go. “I want to fuck you, come inside you.”
    “Yes,” she rasped, standing. As she reached for the button on her pants, three quick knocks on the door sounded like gunshots.
    “Mr. Chevalier?” his secretary called from the other side. “You’re needed in the gym right away.”
    He tried to keep the growl of annoyance from his tone. “What for?”
    “Fistfight. Marks and Taylor are going at it. Marks apparently shot off his mouth again about something.”
    “Goddammit,” he muttered, quickly tucking his flagging erection into his pants. Then he called back, “Tell them I’ll be right there.”
    “Will do.”
    “Sorry about this,” he said to Katrina, reaching out to brush her plump lower lip with his thumb. Damn, what rotten timing.
    “It’s okay. Duty calls.” She sighed.
    “Rain check?”
    She winked. “If you’re lucky.”
    God, he didn’t want to leave. “Stay and finish your lunch if you want. And let me know about tomorrow night.”
    “Okay.”
    Stealing his resolve, he left before he could change his mind and bend her over the conference table, fistfight be damned.
    But there was always tomorrow.
     
    Michael studied his designer-jeans-clad ass in the mirror with a critical eye, gave it a little shake. Not bad for