The Playboy's Crush By Deborah A. Olaleye

TWELVE

Lara typed away on her laptop; she had lost track of time again as she worked. There was a lot to be done, so she immersed herself in work to get everything done in record time.

She jumped, startled out of her flow, as the telephone gave off. Reflexively, she raised her arm, pulled back her sleeve, and checked the time on her wristwatch.

She picked up the call and raised the phone to her ear, speaking into the receiver. "Hello, Alarm."

"Alarm? Who's that?" Shane's voice came through the receiver, with a tinge of jealousy in his voice.

Lara pushed back an inch on her desk chair, not expecting that. "Oh!' She muttered under her breath, biting down on her lip.

A blush crept up on her cheeks, and her heart soared with rapture as she reminisced about the events that had occurred on the previous weekend.

She had stayed the weekend over at Shane's house, and she relished every moment she had spent with him.

She wished just as much as he did that the weekend would never be over. She had been taken on the most memorable pleasure ride ever.

"Lara."

She snapped out of her thoughts. "Yes?" She breathed, jumping subtly on her seat at the abrupt pull back to reality.

"Is there something I'm missing out on? Who's Alarm? And why did you zone out on me when I called?" His voice had risen in pitch without him realizing it.

"Shane," Lara breathed.

He huffed a breath over the phone and sighed. "This is not working. I'm coming over."

The call was abruptly ended, and by the time Lara looked to the door adjoining his office to hers, he had pushed the door open and walked in.

She shot to her feet, her mouth going dry at the sight of him. All the foreplay they had been engaged in over the weekend surfaced in her mind with a vivid effect, and heat pooled within her.

Her lips parted slightly as she gasped at the pleasure that rippled through her in waves.

Shane's nose flared at the sight of her reaction to his presence. He covered the distance between them in a blink of an eye, trapping her to himself with his palm pressed on her lower back and slamming his mouth roughly over hers.

Lara wrapped her arms around his neck and moaned as she kissed him back. It had been a day since she had been in his arms, yet she missed him so much.

His lips trailed kisses along the corners of her lips to her neck. She shivered as he lingered on her sensitive spot, the tip of his tongue applying moisture to the warmth he spread through it with his warm, sensual mouth.

She felt her eyes roll over in her head, her legs giving way beneath her as another mass of pleasure flooded through her. It rocked her off balance, but Shane caught her.

"I need..." She was saying. Her voice sounded breathless.

She jumped as the telephone gave off. It took a moment for her scattered wits and pleasure-befuddled brain to register where the sound had come from.

She glanced at Shane before she lunged for the phone. "Hello?" She spoke into the receiver and choked at how breathless she sounded. She coughed silently at the back of her throat and swallowed.

"You're not coming down for lunch?" Liam's voice emitted through the receiver.

"Oh! It slipped my mind." She pressed her palm to her temple, licking her lips nervously.

"You promised not to skip lunch. Come on."

"Sure, Liam. I will be there soon," she said through her teeth, placing the phone back on hold as the call was disconnected on Liam's end.