Love Undefeated (Unexpected #5)
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Authors: Anne Leigh
Copyright © 2016 Anne Leigh
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ISBN-13: 978-1533437259
ISBN-10: 1533437254
“Mr. Lockheed, your ten o’ clock appointment is here,” Claire, my secretary, called from her desk. She’d been in my father’s accounting firm since I was thirteen, which would make her as old, maybe even older, than the vintage wine I’d been eyeing to swipe from my father’s wine room. She was his most trusted employee.
“Bring her in,” I replied, shaking my head at the amount of paperwork I had left to review. Everyone thought being the big boss was all about the business lunches, the travel, and the newsworthy mergers. To actually get through those lunches and mergers and be successful, I actually had to possess some intelligence. I knew how to work the deals and dole out stats and numbers; I’d been trained by the best – my father.
I heard the glass door to my right open, and the sound of the loud banging when it closed made me shoot to my feet.
What the hell?
“Xavier Lockheed, you jackass! You have to stop this!” Her screeching voice should have made my balls wither in shame, but in fact, they did just the opposite.
Not wasting another second to catch a glimpse of her murderous beauty, I loosened my blue silk tie and strode forward.
God, her lavender scent filled the room.
My mouth was watering, yearning for her to come closer so I could lick her from the top of her head, which barely reached my shoulders, to the bottom of her feet.
I wondered what her chosen color of nail polish was for the week.
Last week it had been orange with some white polka dots. I’d gone to bed dreaming I was sucking on those toes, and when I’d woken up I sent her a quick text.
Shorty, your polka dotted toes undo me.
She’d responded quickly with,
Stay away from me, jerk-off!
And I did just that – jerked off to the images of her toes digging into my back and her fiesty mouth slapping hard against my own.
“This is harassment! Stalking to the extreme!” Those bow-shaped lips kept moving, her hazel eyes firing torpedoes at me, and her hands clung to the shapely hips I couldn’t wait to wrap my hands around.
When did she get taller?
Looking down, I eyed her red peep toe shoes. They had about three inches on the heels.
Oohh, were those yellow stars peeking at me from her tiny toes? When would she ever stop trying to seduce me?
The ringing on my desk interrupted her tirade; at least the phone’s volume was slightly louder than her raised voice. I ignored the ringing. Nothing was more important than the tiny woman in front of me, her chest heaving and the top buttons of her light cream blouse threatening to pop off at any minute because the gorgeous beauties should never be restrained by a bra. Well, for public safety - yes. But when it was just her and I, I could sleep in the comfort of those pillowy soft tits forever.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Claire’s approaching form. I already knew what she was going to tell me.
Reaching my screaming banshee’s side in less than a second, I gripped her at her waist and whispered, “Sweetie, I need to be in a meeting. Can we continue this foreplay later?”
She was about to say more when I locked her lips with my assaulting tongue. God, I missed her. Her taste. The way she responded to my – a loud smack on my cheek rattled me back to reality.
Claire’s eyes were round as saucers as she took in the scene before her. She’d been a witness to the number of times Nalee had been in my office, but Claire seemed like she was still shocked every single time.
Not meeting my eyes, Claire announced in between swallows, “Sir, the client’s waiting for you in Conference Room B.”
Nodding my head, I hugged Nalee’s waist closer to me as she refused to look at Claire; her face turning pinker, her body trying to get away from my hold, but my grip was tighter.
If I didn’t have pressing matters to attend to, she’d be flat on her back right now, behind my desk, in my other office, where we were hidden from prying eyes.
“I’ll be there, Claire. Please give Ms. Henderson my apologies,” I lightly ordered, and Claire rushed out the door. I’d bet the vintage wine that she couldn’t wait to get out of the room.
Nalee moved her hands up, reaching for my tie, fixing it for me.
See, my lioness cared for me.
Just then, I felt the tie getting tighter around my dress shirt, almost choking me. I had to inhale through my nose so I wouldn’t lose air.
Her voice lowered, the strawberry scent of those lollipops she loved so much lingered on her breath, her mouth straightening into a rigid line as she said harshly, “Stay away from me, Xavier. I mean it. Stop ruining my life. We are done.”