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as a hand cupped her breast, lightly teasing the tip with his fingers. The calm dusk air was broken by the sounds of her breathy moan.
She moved her hips faster against him, chasing after something she couldn’t name. Footsteps sounded from the shore. Brock ripped his face from her neck as he listened for any sign of interruption.
Elsie closed her eyes, just waiting for one of his family members to see her pressed up against a tree with Brock between her legs. Please don’t let it be Lana. Please don’t let it be Lana.
The footsteps came closer, and Elsie let out a sigh of relief. She would recognize Riggs’s trotting anywhere. She gently pushed Brock away as her feet touched the ground.
“We don’t have to stop,” he said.
Judging by the size of him against her, he definitely didn’t want to stop. “This is going a bit fast,” she said.
Ugh! She wanted to bang her head against the tree. She should’ve never led him on. This was such a siren thing to do! Get ’em hot and heavy and leave them wanting more. How many times had her sister said that to her?
“I didn’t mean for that to go so far. I’m so sorry, Brock.”
His hands lightly touched her waist. It seemed to be his favorite spot. “You don’t have to apologize for anything,” he insisted. “I kissed you that time.”
Riggs pushed his cold nose against Elsie’s thigh, and Brock finally stepped away to allow her to crouch down to the big dog. The setting sun made his red fur shine brightly, and his tail wagged frantically at his victory in tracking her down.
“Thanks for taking care of him.”
Brock nodded. “He’s a good dog. Afraid of damn near everything, but he calms down soon enough.”
A heavy silence hung between them. What was she supposed to say? She just made out with her boss, which was wrong on so many levels. But he was also her husband, sort of.
“I, um, I should go.” She turned back to the cabin.
“Elsie, wait!”
She heard him but didn’t turn back. He could’ve caught up to her easy enough, but he stayed put. Giving her plenty of space to deal with the craziness.
Dammit! This would’ve been so much easier if Brock was like all the other guys who just wanted to get into her pants and didn’t give a crap about her feelings. She completely led him on back there and he apologized to her!
Elsie weaved through the five cars in the cabin’s driveway, all worth more than her yearly salary. After she snuck in the side door, she breathed a sigh of relief when none of Brock’s family was there to greet her.
She took the stairs two at a time, one of the benefits of being nearly six feet tall, and silently signaled Riggs to follow her. Once in her “room,” she rifled through all the drawers, looking for anything of hers.
Someone had gone to her house for Riggs. Didn’t they grab any of her clothes?
At least some moisturizer!
After she’d emptied every drawer and turned the closet inside out, Elsie sat back in frustration. Maybe he didn’t want to invade her privacy any more than necessary?
Didn’t stop him from changing my clothes though.
This was crazy. Her breaths came faster as the walls seemed to close in on her. She stood up and turned in a tight circle. Nothing was familiar. Not the people, not the clothes, not the cabin. Even her boss was completely different.
Brock, who had always been nothing but professional and courteous. He respected her ideas and got her input before any major decisions. And he’d been staring at her ass for the last two years!
And the dreams. Good God. Brock thought she was safe, but she wasn’t sure. That woman tried to kill her. His mother and first mate died in their sleep.
She couldn’t breathe. She had to get out of there.
She ran downstairs again, through the kitchen to the mudroom off the garage.
A collection of keys hung beside the door and Elsie grabbed the one for the BMW.
It wasn’t as if she were stealing the car. Just borrowing.
She would be back when
She moved her hips faster against him, chasing after something she couldn’t name. Footsteps sounded from the shore. Brock ripped his face from her neck as he listened for any sign of interruption.
Elsie closed her eyes, just waiting for one of his family members to see her pressed up against a tree with Brock between her legs. Please don’t let it be Lana. Please don’t let it be Lana.
The footsteps came closer, and Elsie let out a sigh of relief. She would recognize Riggs’s trotting anywhere. She gently pushed Brock away as her feet touched the ground.
“We don’t have to stop,” he said.
Judging by the size of him against her, he definitely didn’t want to stop. “This is going a bit fast,” she said.
Ugh! She wanted to bang her head against the tree. She should’ve never led him on. This was such a siren thing to do! Get ’em hot and heavy and leave them wanting more. How many times had her sister said that to her?
“I didn’t mean for that to go so far. I’m so sorry, Brock.”
His hands lightly touched her waist. It seemed to be his favorite spot. “You don’t have to apologize for anything,” he insisted. “I kissed you that time.”
Riggs pushed his cold nose against Elsie’s thigh, and Brock finally stepped away to allow her to crouch down to the big dog. The setting sun made his red fur shine brightly, and his tail wagged frantically at his victory in tracking her down.
“Thanks for taking care of him.”
Brock nodded. “He’s a good dog. Afraid of damn near everything, but he calms down soon enough.”
A heavy silence hung between them. What was she supposed to say? She just made out with her boss, which was wrong on so many levels. But he was also her husband, sort of.
“I, um, I should go.” She turned back to the cabin.
“Elsie, wait!”
She heard him but didn’t turn back. He could’ve caught up to her easy enough, but he stayed put. Giving her plenty of space to deal with the craziness.
Dammit! This would’ve been so much easier if Brock was like all the other guys who just wanted to get into her pants and didn’t give a crap about her feelings. She completely led him on back there and he apologized to her!
Elsie weaved through the five cars in the cabin’s driveway, all worth more than her yearly salary. After she snuck in the side door, she breathed a sigh of relief when none of Brock’s family was there to greet her.
She took the stairs two at a time, one of the benefits of being nearly six feet tall, and silently signaled Riggs to follow her. Once in her “room,” she rifled through all the drawers, looking for anything of hers.
Someone had gone to her house for Riggs. Didn’t they grab any of her clothes?
At least some moisturizer!
After she’d emptied every drawer and turned the closet inside out, Elsie sat back in frustration. Maybe he didn’t want to invade her privacy any more than necessary?
Didn’t stop him from changing my clothes though.
This was crazy. Her breaths came faster as the walls seemed to close in on her. She stood up and turned in a tight circle. Nothing was familiar. Not the people, not the clothes, not the cabin. Even her boss was completely different.
Brock, who had always been nothing but professional and courteous. He respected her ideas and got her input before any major decisions. And he’d been staring at her ass for the last two years!
And the dreams. Good God. Brock thought she was safe, but she wasn’t sure. That woman tried to kill her. His mother and first mate died in their sleep.
She couldn’t breathe. She had to get out of there.
She ran downstairs again, through the kitchen to the mudroom off the garage.
A collection of keys hung beside the door and Elsie grabbed the one for the BMW.
It wasn’t as if she were stealing the car. Just borrowing.
She would be back when
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