Wishful Thinking by Sandra Sookoo Read Free Book Online

too much to think maybe I have a skill you didn’t know about?” Slowly rising, the skirt of her suit scratched against her bare, sensitive flesh. Prickles of arousal shot straight through her core and she shivered, barely stifling a grin as she remembered Rand’s lesson.
    She missed him; had so much to ask her mysterious lover that she longed for his return yet wondered at the vague unease that gripped her stomach as she thought about the unspecified consequences.
    “What the hell is so funny?” Clinton touched a finger to a brick on the new pile. “I want to know how you’re doing this.” Swinging around, he closed the distance between them and grabbed her upper arms. “Right now.” He shook her for emphasis.
    The old familiar fear came creeping in to shadow her newfound confidence. “I … I didn’t—”
    “You didn’t what, Jovie? All I know is two boxes of old paperwork have been turned into gold bars and there’s no discernable reason. I want to know why and how. Stop screwing around.”
    “Mmm. To my way of thinking, she hasn’t been screwed nearly enough.”
    Jovie gasped and glanced toward the table where Rand’s voice had sounded. “Did you hear that?” Not seeing anything, she yanked out of Clinton’s grasp.
    “Who did you hope to see? A fairy godmother?”
    “I’m hardly a fairy of any kind.”
    “Rand.” She whispered the word, her heart pounding. Her cheeks warmed as her magical helper flickered into view. “Oh, my.” Heat flooded her insides, flowed through her veins to gather between her thighs in one strong push of desire that stole her breath.
    He lounged on the conference table, balanced on his side with one elbow propped up and his head in his hand, stark naked, fully erect and aroused. “I’d hoped to hear much more of a reaction from you, but this will do for now as your appreciation is stifled by your company. I’ve been told I’m quite stunning without clothes.”
    Jovie’s mouth opened and closed like a fish. Her throat grew dry as she raked her gaze over the planes and contours of his chest and abdomen, the tapering black ribbon of hair which flowed over his flat lower belly and gave way to a thick, vein-covered cock that sprang from a dark nest of curls. The sight of his muscled thighs caused an involuntary sigh of appreciation to escape her lips.
    “What are you staring at?” Clinton waved a hand in front of her face. “Are you high on something, Jovie? I’ve never seen you like this.”
    Oh yeah, high on that beautiful piece of man-meat. God, she wanted to pour cream all over him and spend endless seconds lapping it up.
    "Jovie?" Anger simmered in Clinton's voice.
    "Shut up, Clinton." She ignored him to focus on Rand, who smiled and stroked his fingers up and down his erection. Her mouth watered. Her skin flushed and prickled as if he’d rubbed his body against hers.
    He’s the most gorgeous piece of eye candy I’ve ever seen. Involuntarily licking her lips, she swallowed, wishing Clinton would go away so she could act out her erotic plans.
    “Don’t worry, my dove. Your idiot co-worker cannot see me. Only you have that honor.” He wrapped his hand around his cock and moaned. “This is for you. You alone make me so hard I could drill a hole through that wall.” He grinned and his green eyes twinkled. “Would a woman without confidence be able to do this to me?”
    “No.” The paralyzing fear drained from her as if she’d stepped from underneath a dark cloud. Knowing that Rand believed in her gave her the boost she needed. “Clinton, I’m afraid I can’t reveal my secret. In fact, I had nothing whatsoever to do in making this gold. You’ll have to let me out." She glanced again at Rand. He pumped his cock. Her legs tried to buckle, but she locked her knees. Damn, I want to take you home. With extreme effort, she focused on Clinton. "I’ve got better things to do with the rest of my evening than to pander to your vanity and whims.”
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