Here Comes Trouble by Delaney Diamond Read Free Book Online

meet there so he could drop off the boxes. After-hours and on the weekends, the exterior doors were locked, and a code was needed to get in. During their run as a couple, she’d given him her code, which had made it possible for him to meet her in her office without her having to go downstairs to let him in.
    He stopped short in the doorway when he saw her standing at the credenza, riffling through a stack of papers. She bent over and scribbled a note in pencil on one of the sheets. She looked absolutely breathtaking in a burnt-orange wraparound dress that clung to her toned body and accentuated every curve. His shaft swelled eagerly as he envisioned pushing the dress up past her waist and sinking into her. The vision almost made him drop the boxes on his own foot.
    The inviting scent of her perfume filled the small office, reminding him of how she used to spray it on before she left for work each morning, how he often moved aside a swathe of her shiny chocolate curls and pressed his nose to the scented curve of her neck, reluctant to let her go because he knew he had to wait at least ten hours before he saw her again.
    “Where do you want these?” he asked.
    When she looked at him, his body tightened again in the same way it had the last time he saw her.
    “You can put them here,” she replied. She stacked two piles of paper on top of each other and scooted to the side so he could set the boxes on the credenza.
    Once he set them in the cleared space, Matthew didn’t move right away. He looked at how the two halves of the dress crisscrossed over her firm, high breasts. He missed the girls. Missed sucking them. Missed licking them. Missed how the toffee-colored tips pebbled hard in his mouth when he closed his lips over them. 
    “You look nice,” he said, keeping his voice neutral. “That color suits you.”
    “Thank you.”
    He hated the sound of that frigid tone.
    Positioned in the corner where the credenza and desk met, she wasn’t even looking at him—simply staring at some spot on the desk, as if she wished he wasn’t there. He wanted a reaction. He needed to know something of what they’d shared hadn’t completely died because of his inconsiderate treatment of her. He needed to know he still had a shot at making her his, despite the slick new man in her life.
    When he moved to step away, he let his arm brush against the side of her breast. His movement almost backfired. A wave of lust crashed over him, and he bit down on his lower lip to force back a moan and cursed his swelling penis as it ached even more to get at her.
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    Lorena drew a sharp breath. “You did that on purpose.”
    “Did what?” Matthew asked innocently. As if he didn’t know.
    “I’ve warned you already.”
    “Yes, you have,” he agreed. “I’m so doggone hardheaded.”
    “Yes, you are.” Lorena swallowed hard. His touch had rattled her. Her nipples ached from the slight contact, and it took tremendous effort not to rub up against him to soothe the tightened buds. She lowered her gaze and fiddled with the pencil in her hand, needing to look away from him for a moment to bolster her nerves. Reinforced, she looked him right in the eyes. “You’re not allowed to touch me.”
    Why did saying the words “touch me” suddenly make her suffer from shortness of breath? Perhaps it was the heat that flared in the dark pools of Matthew’s eyes because he’d felt the intimacy of the words, too. He walked slowly over to the opposite wall, shoving his hands into his pockets, and casually leaned back against it while his gaze devoured her in the deafening silence.
    “I’m not?” he asked.
    “No, you’re not,” she said firmly. She had to set the ground rules for this to work.
    “I think we have a problem then. Because I’ve been here all of two minutes…” His tongue dragged along the seam of his mouth, moistening his thick lips. His gaze settled on her breasts, and her nipples tightened even more. “And I keep wanting to