rule if a quick romp with this guy was in the cards.
He completed the last bare spot on the plaster surface and set down his roller. Sophie picked up her supplies. “We only have one room left before lunch,” she said innocently, then sashayed from the room, swinging her hips provocatively in a way she was sure would grab his attention.
She heard him drop something and curse swiftly under his breath. But he was with her in the corner room in a matter of moments. Dominic had completed the preliminary work on this room as well. She guessed they’d have a few moments alone. When she pushed the heavy door with her foot, it closed with a click that echoed in the empty room. In seconds, she closed the distance between them and snaked her arms around his waist, pushing up his white t-shirt, and kissed him hard. Her last thought was to remember to thank Holly for insisting they use low odor paint. The only risk of suffocation was if she and Ryan didn’t come up for air soon enough.
Sophie had more switchbacks than Coldwater Canyon. One moment she was as hot as molten wax, another, as cold as stone. As Sophie thrust her tongue in his mouth and ran her short nails down his bare back, Ryan decided he preferred her hot. He cupped her sweet little bottom and molded her against his erection. The friction felt so good, he didn’t want to finish painting or do any more volunteer work. He wanted her in his bed, underneath him right now. But years of delayed gratification had taught him that some things were worth waiting for. Reluctantly, he broke contact with her.
“I think we better get started…” He paused to take in a shuddered breath and she lifted a pierced eyebrow suggestively. “…painting this room before we wreck Dominic’s work.”
In silence humming with sexual tension, they poured the evergreen paint into a large tray and dipped their rollers. Sophie started at the far corner of one wall. Peeking over her shoulder and looking unabashedly at his package, she smiled. “I guess you were happy to see me.”
“You could say that,” he choked out, mentally dousing himself in the coldest water he could imagine —a January swim off the Malibu coast without a wetsuit.
They both started when a tentative knock sounded at the door. Sophie, done with her wall, pulled the door open to admit Holly.
“We just closed it to making painting above the doorway easier,” Sophie offered guiltily.
Holly studiously ignored their excuses. “Lunch is ready when you guys are. The caterers have set up everything.” She left the room as quickly as she had entered.
Sobered, they made quick work of the remaining unpainted areas and cleaned up their equipment. Ryan made sure he wasn’t alone with Sophie the rest of the afternoon. Something about her made him rush in, throwing common sense to the wind. He did everything he could to exhaust himself—moving heavy furniture, helping place a burlap wrapped tree ball in the ground. He heaved mattresses in place, and set up donated computer equipment.
Though he had initially come to Korby to corner Sophie, he was glad he had volunteered. He learned a lot about what good work the center did helping kids who didn’t have anyone else to help them. He even made a note in his Blackberry, when no one was looking, to send them a donation when he got home. Equia had done a lot today, but the center could use all the help it could get.
He had cleaned up the best he could in the utility sink, but he lingered looking around for Sophie.
She popped out onto the front lawn and came to stand beside him. “Suddenly Dominic has to run a million errands tonight.” She linked her paint-splattered elbow with this. “Think you can give me a ride up to the Valley?”
He tipped an imaginary hat. “It would be my pleasure.”
Sophie kissed and hugged her friends and slipped into the Acura.
As Ryan was about to pull out of the small parking lot, she gasped, and he slammed his foot on the brake
He completed the last bare spot on the plaster surface and set down his roller. Sophie picked up her supplies. “We only have one room left before lunch,” she said innocently, then sashayed from the room, swinging her hips provocatively in a way she was sure would grab his attention.
She heard him drop something and curse swiftly under his breath. But he was with her in the corner room in a matter of moments. Dominic had completed the preliminary work on this room as well. She guessed they’d have a few moments alone. When she pushed the heavy door with her foot, it closed with a click that echoed in the empty room. In seconds, she closed the distance between them and snaked her arms around his waist, pushing up his white t-shirt, and kissed him hard. Her last thought was to remember to thank Holly for insisting they use low odor paint. The only risk of suffocation was if she and Ryan didn’t come up for air soon enough.
Sophie had more switchbacks than Coldwater Canyon. One moment she was as hot as molten wax, another, as cold as stone. As Sophie thrust her tongue in his mouth and ran her short nails down his bare back, Ryan decided he preferred her hot. He cupped her sweet little bottom and molded her against his erection. The friction felt so good, he didn’t want to finish painting or do any more volunteer work. He wanted her in his bed, underneath him right now. But years of delayed gratification had taught him that some things were worth waiting for. Reluctantly, he broke contact with her.
“I think we better get started…” He paused to take in a shuddered breath and she lifted a pierced eyebrow suggestively. “…painting this room before we wreck Dominic’s work.”
In silence humming with sexual tension, they poured the evergreen paint into a large tray and dipped their rollers. Sophie started at the far corner of one wall. Peeking over her shoulder and looking unabashedly at his package, she smiled. “I guess you were happy to see me.”
“You could say that,” he choked out, mentally dousing himself in the coldest water he could imagine —a January swim off the Malibu coast without a wetsuit.
They both started when a tentative knock sounded at the door. Sophie, done with her wall, pulled the door open to admit Holly.
“We just closed it to making painting above the doorway easier,” Sophie offered guiltily.
Holly studiously ignored their excuses. “Lunch is ready when you guys are. The caterers have set up everything.” She left the room as quickly as she had entered.
Sobered, they made quick work of the remaining unpainted areas and cleaned up their equipment. Ryan made sure he wasn’t alone with Sophie the rest of the afternoon. Something about her made him rush in, throwing common sense to the wind. He did everything he could to exhaust himself—moving heavy furniture, helping place a burlap wrapped tree ball in the ground. He heaved mattresses in place, and set up donated computer equipment.
Though he had initially come to Korby to corner Sophie, he was glad he had volunteered. He learned a lot about what good work the center did helping kids who didn’t have anyone else to help them. He even made a note in his Blackberry, when no one was looking, to send them a donation when he got home. Equia had done a lot today, but the center could use all the help it could get.
He had cleaned up the best he could in the utility sink, but he lingered looking around for Sophie.
She popped out onto the front lawn and came to stand beside him. “Suddenly Dominic has to run a million errands tonight.” She linked her paint-splattered elbow with this. “Think you can give me a ride up to the Valley?”
He tipped an imaginary hat. “It would be my pleasure.”
Sophie kissed and hugged her friends and slipped into the Acura.
As Ryan was about to pull out of the small parking lot, she gasped, and he slammed his foot on the brake
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