Licks and Promises (Texas Threesome Book 2) (8 page)

Didn’t her boss know he shouldn’t sneak up on distracted females like that? She could nearly feel her jaw going slack as she drank in the dark shadow on his angular jaw. He wasn’t wearing his cowboy hat, and his mussed hair begged for her touch.

To cover her reaction, she thrust the
phone at him and mouthed,
your mother.

Alex rolled his eyes and raised the
phone to his ear. Instead of moving a respectable distance away so Posy could get control of her rioting hormones, Alex leaned against the corner of her desk.

She pushed her chair back a few inches and lowered her gaze
in order to study him from beneath her lashes. Since coming to work for the upstart custom saddle business, she’d been tormented on a daily basis. Between the dark, mysterious look in Alex’s eyes and her other boss, Loren’s rugged charms, her panties were in a constant state of moistness.

Her ex had never brought her to this dizzying height of lust. Problem was
, she shouldn’t feel it for her bosses.

Alex stretched out his legs and crossed them at the ankles.
“Yeah, ma. I’ll look at the car when I get off work, I promise. No, I can’t do it now. This is my
job
. Just because I own the business doesn’t mean I can slack,” he told her gently.

Posy met his gaze, and he winked.

Oh baby Jesus.

She wasn’t an overly religious person, but whenever her bosses were around, she found herself praying
a lot. They often crowded around her new oak desk and all she wanted was to fall to her knees.

Get hold of yourself.

It was impossible under Alex’s direct stare. His brows were long and dark, the eyes beneath sparkling with the mischief of a naughty schoolboy. He made a few more noises to please his mother then ended the call.

He set the phone on Posy’s organized desktop and gave her that crooked smile that melted her from the inside out.
Like chocolate lying in the palm of his hand.

She squeezed her thighs together, wishing she hadn’t worn a skirt today. The air circulating around her bare thighs teased her, and her pussy wanted the same attention.

Alex leaned to the side to catch her gaze more fully. His action brought her attention to other parts of him—dark blue T-shirt straining across defined pecs and the tanned thickness of his throat. A thin gold chain glittered there, and she knew if she pulled it up, the Lone Star of Texas would dangle from the chain.

“She called
you Josephine, didn’t she?”

Posy collapsed against the back of her ergonomic chair. “Yes.”

“I’m sorry.” His amused expression suggested otherwise. “I’ve told her not to call you Josephine.”

“Me too.
Doesn’t matter that I’ve been Posy since I was eight years old.”

His grin stretched into a full blown event. She suddenly wanted a box of popcorn and
some Snow Caps to sit back and enjoy in style.

“Nope,
doesn’t matter when she’s known you since you dragged a ‘blankie’ around in the mud and had your thumb stuck in your mouth.”

Posy pushed her heavy locks off her shoulders and hoped to look professional despite Alex’s description of her early years. Their parents were friends, and summers had been filled with picnics and games of tag. Posy had played with Alex her entire life.

Now she wanted to extend their playground to the bedroom.

Tamping
down her inappropriate thought, she lifted her pen and poised it over a notepad. “Any supplies you need? I’m going to place an order tomorrow.”

“Oh I don’t know,” he drawled. “Let’s ask Loren.”

No, not Loren. When the muscled cowboy was in the same room with her, she fought to breathe. Broad shoulders, thick thighs. He claimed he’d never been to a gym, but he was cut like he worked out for a living. And his blue eyes…they made her lose every thought in her head.

Before Alex raised his voice to call for the other half of the Falls Creek Custom Saddlery team, fresh want gripped Posy low in her belly. Then Loren swaggered in, and her mouth turned into a desert.

At least one part of me is dry.

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