Heart of the Woolf (Woolf Series) by Kai Andersen Read Free Book Online Page B

the pen.
    She jumped, focusing on his face and ignoring the sudden
wetness in her panties.
    He glanced over at her and smiled. “Are you okay?”
    She found it hard not to smile back; his smile was that contagious. “Yes.”
    “It’s done! You can go over it tomorrow morning; the
meeting’s still in the afternoon.” He yawned and then stretched.
    Adrienne couldn’t look away. She responded with a “Thanks,”
but it was said in an absent manner. She still couldn’t believe her eyes. The
boss that she knew wouldn’t have let her see him in such a display. The very
act broke down some of the barriers of the boss-subordinate relationship
between them, making them seem almost ... equal, like friends.
    She found herself unable to maintain her usual distance from
him. The threatening call earlier had eroded the cool distance she usually
maintained, allowing her truer nature to come out. It felt so good to be with
someone she knew, someone safe.
    Anyway, she was feeling reckless. Lucien’s earlier comment
came to mind. She wanted to see where this relationship would lead, outside of
the office environment.
    “How come I get to do the work,” Jake asked, arching a brow,
“when it’s supposed to be your presentation?”
    “That’s why I have a great feeling you’re going to prove to
be such a wonderful boss.” She winked at him.
    He laughed and then bounded up from the chair. “I feel the
need for some exercise.” He made his way around the table and walked across the
room to her component system. He scanned through the titles on her CD racks.
“You’ve got some cool music here.”
    She was distracted from the moment he presented his
enchanting backside to her. She practically drooled. She couldn’t wait to get
her hands on his --
     
    Buns.
    Jake took one of the CDs from its case and placed it into the
slot, ready to play. He was amused. “Are you still hungry, Adrienne? After all
those puto you ate, I can’t believe you still have room --”
    “Hungry?” Her voice sounded preoccupied. “No, no ... Not
hungry ... Well, maybe ...”
    Hmmm ... His butt looks good ... good enough to
eat ...
    Jake almost choked. He finally realized what he was hearing,
but ... his butt?
    A thought-wave of desire drifted over him, washing him in the
initial stirrings of feminine awareness. It had a tinge of Adrienne to it. She
was sending him mental pictures of her hands on the fly of his trousers,
brushing over his hardness as she pushed his pants down, of her hands roaming
over his butt, stroking ... squeezing ... her long fingers splayed
wide on his flesh ...
    He whirled around.
    Adrienne was looking at him through half-lidded eyes,
straight at his groin, which was where his butt was before he turned. His cock
stirred in answer to her heated gaze.
    The mournful tones of the theme song from an old love story
filled the room.
    Of their own accord, his feet took him to Adrienne.
    She glanced up, startled. Her eyes had turned dark brown.
With need? Her unique fragrance wafted by him, heightening his sensual awareness
of her.
    As if in a dream, Jake held out his hand. He bowed. “May I
have this dance?” His voice was low. The love song weaved a web of intimacy in
the atmosphere.
    “Yes.” She placed her hand in his.
     
    They danced, wrapped in each other’s arms. They moved around
the small room in minute movements, swaying to their own internal music and
rhythm.
    Adrienne rested her head against his chest and closed her
eyes.
    A long, lonely time ...
    This was what she had dreamed of for so long. She didn’t care
if this was real or only her fantasy; she wanted this moment to last forever.
    His male scent surrounded her, drugging her body and her
mind. His chest beneath her cheek was warm and firm, moving with his every
intake of air. And his arms -- oooh, they were holding her so tightly she
couldn’t break free even if she wanted to. He felt just as she had imagined.
    The hard bulge beneath his pants