Free Out of the Friend Zone by Genevieve Jourdin Page B

invoicing system?” Dammit! I didn’t want to talk about work. I wanted him to think of anything but work.
    “Sure did. Just like I thought, it was user error, not my code.”
    I nodded. User error was the case eighty percent of the time, but I needed to get him talking about himself. I wanted to know all that I could about Oliver while I had him one on one for the evening.
     “So I can tell by your shoes that you can make the ladies happy.” No . No, I did not just say that. He looked down at his feet in confusion and then back at me. I think he got my meaning by seeing the fiery blush on my face.
    “Um. Okay.” Why did I have a working mouth? The awkward silence left in the wake of our exchange was growing into a Grand Canyon sized gorge before he put me out of my misery.
     “Vivienne, are you trying to seduce me?” I opened and closed my mouth several times before I answered.
    “I don’t think so.” I don’t think so? Why didn’t I say no ?
    He lifted a corner of his mouth up in a semi-smirk. “Too bad, because it was working.” 
    I couldn’t believe that he wasn’t offended. Wait. He said it was working. Omigod.  I took a huge gulp of my wine and set the glass down on the counter.  
    He raised his brows as I stepped forward, closing the distance between us. It was now or never, so I took a breath and leaned in to kiss him. His eyes widened as our lips made contact, and I immediately closed my own eyes because I was afraid I’d lose my nerve if kept looking at him.
    The second I opened my mouth his tongue snaked inside. I may have moaned, I’m not sure, but I am sure I pressed myself up against his chest. He was warm and solid, and the man can kiss . He wrapped his arms around me and my hands reached forward and looped around his neck.
    I was so busy trying to devour Oliver’s lips with my mouth that I barely registered the fact that his hands had moved down from my waist and were now touching the bare skin of my thighs. Thank goodness I had chosen to wear a skirt tonight. I moved my own hands from his neck down his back, pulling him even closer to me, while he walked me backwards. He didn’t stop until my butt was pressed against the kitchen table, and he grabbed me by the upper thighs and lifted me so that I was sitting on it. His strength was incredibly arousing. I immediately opened my legs so that he could stand between them.
    He separated his mouth from mine and moved to my neck. My whole body broke out in goosebumps as his lips and tongue forged a path from my collar bone up to my ear.
    “You are so beautiful, Vivienne. I could look at you all night long and never get tired of it.” He was good. It felt as if my dreams were coming true.
    I gathered up every drop of courage I could muster and decided to harness my inner Heather. She would be able to tell a sexy man exactly what she wanted. I could feel the bulge of his cock pressing against me and it gave me the last push I needed. “Oliver, I want you. Now.” He pulled back a little at my declaration and looked me in the eyes.
    “Really? We haven’t even eaten yet.” He sounded like he could hardly believe what I had just said.
    “Really. I’m about to explode.” I punctuated my words by wrapping my legs around his waist and pulling him closer. I further proved my point by moaning as soon as I felt him grind into my panty clad happy place. I was shocked at my own bravery.
    “Only if you’re sure.” He said the words between kisses.
    “I’m sure,” I answered him while his fingers moved from underneath my thighs to between them. A shiver convulsed my entire body. His fingertips felt electric and they were more charged with each inch closer her got to ground zero. I wasted no time in moving my own hands to the button of his pants, it seemed only fair to repay the wonderful feelings he was giving me.
    I relieved the pressure on his package when I pulled his zipper down and his boxer clad peen seemed to spring out. Holy