Her Enemy With Benefits: Her Deal with the Devil / My Boyfriend and Other Enemies / Blind Date Rivals

He wondered how far he could push her and decided to go all the way.

‘Now touch yourself.’ He throbbed, and shifted in his chair. ‘You’re turned on, wet, and as you touch yourself I want you to imagine it’s my tongue.’

She moaned, and it was the sweetest sound he’d ever heard via electronic medium.

‘I’ll do it,’ she said, ‘but only if you do it too.’

Kudos to his sexy Sapphire. She was a quick learner.

‘Okay, but only because you asked so nicely.’

He unzipped and sprang free of his boxers, rigid and straining. As he wrapped his fingers around himself he closed his eyes, visualising the encounter he’d had with Sapphire in her bathroom. How her breasts had bounced as he’d thrust between her legs, how slick she’d been, how her face had looked as she came.

‘Can you feel my mouth on you?’ she said, and it was his turn to groan. ‘Because I’m taking you in all the way as I’m touching myself.’

He wanted to open his eyes, to watch her face, but he knew if he did this would be over all too quickly.

‘Tell me what you feel like,’ he said, moving his hand, wishing it were hers.

‘I’m so wet for you,’ she murmured, giving a little pant of surprise. ‘I think I’m going to come pretty soon.’

‘That’s good, because I was ready to blow the second I imagined your mouth around me.’

‘Let’s do this together, okay?’

He heard the vulnerability in her voice and his eyes snapped open. And, yeah, he immediately wished he’d kept them closed.

She had an incredibly rapt expression, filled with wonderment and excitement and awe, and it made him want to fling himself through the screen and cyberspace to sweep her into his arms.

Her wondrous gaze never left his. ‘Patrick, I’m so close…’

‘Come for me,’ he said, his hand quickening as his muscles tightened in pre-release.

‘Patrick…this feels…oooh…’

She came on a drawn-out keen and it was enough to push him over the edge.

His mind blanked as he blasted to outer space and back, despite the fact this had been a poor substitute for where he’d like to be.

‘Patrick?’

‘Hmm?’

‘I have a newfound respect for Skype.’

‘Good, because we’re having another business meeting tomorrow night.’

Patrick was a glutton for punishment.

It was the only explanation for why he’d agreed to personally drop off the fabric swatches to Ruby at Seaborns.

Though it wasn’t Ruby he was hoping to see and he knew it.

It had been two nights since his Skype session with Sap-phire and while he hadn’t contacted her since he couldn’t stop thinking about her.

She invaded his every waking moment, and most sleeping ones too.

His vow not to be distracted by her during preparations for this show was not working out so great.

He didn’t like feeling this…confused. Women always held some fascination, but in the past he’d been able to relegate them to his downtime without a problem. But Sap-phire? Whether he was working, or at the gym burning off his frustration, she was there, in his mind, the echo of her pleasure reverberating in his ears until he couldn’t think straight.

Turning up at Seaborns today was about proving to himself he wasn’t enthralled. That he had a grip on this thing between them. That he wasn’t such a schmuck he couldn’t control his libido.

Then Sapphire opened the door and his blasé self-talk faded into oblivion.

‘Thanks for dropping the swatches by,’ she said, holding open the door and beckoning him in. ‘Ruby’s dying to match them to the latest batch of gems.’

‘No worries,’ he said, taking great care not to brush her as he entered.

One touch and he’d take her up against the nearest glass display case.

‘Want a drink?’

He swallowed his first response, a resounding no, and nodded out of politeness. ‘Sure, coffee would be great.’

‘Through here.’

He followed her into a tiny kitchenette at the back of the showroom and immediately regretted his decision to stay, manners be damned. The room was no bigger than a box. A very tiny box that resulted in her light cinnamon peach perfume mingling with the coffee bean aroma and wrapping around him in a sweet, tempting blend.

While the percolator did its thing, she propped herself against the bench and he struggled not to stare at the teal silk wraparound dress that did incredible things to her body and highlighted the sparkle in her eyes.

‘Can I see the swatches?’

He wanted to fling the fabric samples at her and make a run for it while he still could. For he knew without a doubt that if she took a step towards him he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off her.

‘Yeah.’

He fished them out of his pocket and held the swatches at arm’s length, earning an amused smile.

‘For someone who was mighty forward the other night, I find your sudden reticence intriguing.’

‘Just take the swatches,’ he said, gritting his teeth against the urge to say more.

Such as what he’d like to do to her right here, right now, up against the tiny kitchen bench.

‘You? Shy?’ She reached out and rubbed a piece of crimson satin between thumb and forefinger. ‘Rather cute.’

He watched her feel the satin, how the soft material slid between her fingers, and counted to ten. Slowly.