Talking Dirty with the CEO by Jackie Ashenden Read Free Book Online Page B

thighs…
    Her mouth had gone dry. Dammit. “It was okay.”
    “Christie St. John, I swear to God…”
    “Okay, fine, it was bloody fantastic. Satisfied?”
    It had been fantastic. All weekend, the memory of it had kept her warm. The smell of him, the taste of his mouth, the feel of hard muscle under the material of his T-shirt. And the shock of sexual desire, hot and hungry inside her. She’d never been kissed like that before, not with such blatant demand. Greg had always been tentative, as if asking her permission. Not Joseph. He’d taken that kiss whether she’d wanted to give it to him or not.
    But she’d wanted to. Drowning in it, she’d given him that and more. She’d given him everything.
    Marisa grinned like a loon. “Woohoo, girl! When you go to town, you really go to town. So, are you going to see him again?”
    Ah. Yes. The minor matter of her bolting out the door within seconds of coming apart in his arms. That.
    Suddenly there seemed to be a lot of work she needed to do. “No. Would you mind, Mar? I’ve got to do this—”
    “You’re not?” Marisa pounced on the crucial part of her sentence. “Why not?”
    Christie gave her a glance and tapped importantly on her mouse. “Work. I have it. You know, like, to do.”
    But Marisa just stared at her. “You ran out on him, didn’t you?”
    Busted. Big time.
    She fixated on her screen again, searching for a better way of putting it. “Not so much run out. More like I had to get home urgently.”
    Marisa threw up her hands in disgust. “I don’t believe it. When you find a guy like that, you do not run away from him. You stick to him like glue. Especially if the sex is fantastic.”
    A thread of irritation wound through Christie. She hadn’t wanted to stick to Joseph like glue. Yeah, he was as hot as hell and the sex had been amazing, but relationships were about more than great sex. You had to have things in common. Stuff to talk about. Okay, so they’d bonded over the stereo but you couldn’t talk about that kind of thing forever, right?
    Besides, she didn’t even want a relationship right now. She had her job and her friends. She didn’t need a man to make her life complete.
    Christie stabbed at one of the buttons on her mouse. “I didn’t want to. The sex was great but I don’t think we’re compatible in other ways.”
    Marisa snorted. “Do the other ways even matter? Great sex is great sex.”
    She had a point. Sex with Greg had been…well, comparing that with her experience with Joseph was like comparing an original old master to a copy painted by apes and then photocopied one million times. Harsh to Greg probably, but then the two experiences were so different they weren’t even the same thing.
    Stupid to think about, though. She and Joseph hadn’t even swapped numbers, and there was no way in hell she was going to turn up at his apartment out of the blue.
    “I can survive without great sex,” she said primly.
    “You can survive without what?”
    Both women looked up to see Ben, their boss, standing by Christie’s desk.
    Oh, great. Had he overheard? Christie wanted to sink through the floor
    “Hi, Ben.” She gave him a strained smile. “I was just saying that…uh…I can survive without texts.” She mimed texting on her phone.
    Pathetic, St. John. Pathetic.
    “Really?” Ben replied, a genial look on his face. “And here was I thinking you were talking about sex.”
    Ben did a mild-mannered-reporter act that was very convincing, but underneath he had a mind like a steel trap and nothing escaped him. The steel trap snapped shut now. “Don’t you have work to do, Marisa?”
    Marisa rolled her eyes. “And I’m gone. Catch you later, St. John.”
    As Marisa left, Ben turned his attention back to Christie. “I read your dating piece.”
    A thousand butterflies started doing the macarena in her tummy. She tried to act nonchalant. “So it was okay?”
    “Actually, Chris, it was better than okay. It was great. I’m