Nauti Intentions by Lora Leigh Page B

. .†Her lashes feathered closed as
    his hands came down on her shoulders and his fingers began kneading.
    Oh, yes. She almost melted. God, this was what a woman needed at the end of the day. She could have just sunk into her chair and become a puddle
    of goo at the intense pleasure that began to move through her.
    His thumbs worked into the backs of her shoulders, then her neck. He rubbed and caressed until she would have given him anything to continue. Until
    she was nearly a weeping mass of relaxed sensation.
    And as the stress moved out of her, another tension invaded her. His fingers on the bare flesh of her neck, his breath at her ear as he leaned close.
    â€œUnbutton your blouse,†he whispered as he kneaded and manipulated tight, aching muscles.
    She wasn’t going to argue with him. Not even.
    She forced her fingers to move, releasing the tiny pearl buttons and letting the material part over the white, lacy bra she wore.
    Her breasts were hard, swol en, aching. She was so ready for his touch. So ready to be stroked everywhere, taken in every way.
    Her lips were parting, her head turning for him, when a hard “Natches knock†sounded on the door.
    Janey’s eyes widened as Alex paused. She knew Natches’s knock. She knew he didn’t wait. She barely had the first few buttons of her
    blouse redone when he walked into the office from the outside door and came to a hard, shocked stop.
    He blinked back at her as she flushed; then he glared at Alex before he slowly turned his back.
    â€œOne. Two.â€
    Fuck, he was counting. She moved to hurriedly button her blouse and restore herself as she pushed at Alex’s hands.
    â€œThree. Four.â€
    She had managed the final button when he reached five and turned back. His expression was dark, accusing, as he stared at Alex behind her.
    â€œWe need to discuss your assigned duties in this little matter,†Natches growled. “Touching doesn’t come under that list.â€
    Alex grunted but moved back from her.
    â€œYou should wait for an invitation to enter,†Janey informed him in frustration. “Geez, Natches. You don’t just walk in.â€
    â€œMy name is on the deed, too.†He used that as such an excuse and she knew it.
    He moved into the room, wearing jeans and riding chaps and a thick leather jacket over the dark shirt beneath. Chaya should keep him locked on the
    houseboat so he didn’t cause so much damned trouble.
    â€œWhat do you want?†She lifted the wine and took a healthy sip. “Not that I don’t enjoy seeing you,†she assured him. “But midnight
    is an odd time for a visit.â€
    â€œNot when your sister has a stalker.†He flicked a look over her shoulder at Alex, then grimaced. “You know he’s too old for you, right?â€
    She was in serious danger of breaking her one-glass-of-wine limit and going for the bottle.
    â€œNatches.†Her voice was warning.
    He grunted.“I just came to see how you were doing.†He shrugged his shoulders restlessly. “Chaya, Crista, and Kel y are doing some kind of
    girl thing on the boat, and Dawg and Rowdy were pouting in Dawg’s. I didn’t feel like putting up with the pouting.â€
    â€œSo they were picking on you, and you thought you would share the fun and pick on me?†she asked sweetly.
    He grinned, then frowned back at Alex.
    â€œThe produce people cal ed me today,†he final y told her. “Manager was screaming something about an abusive foreigner cursing at him over
    celery. Said he lost the restaurant account.â€
    Janey leaned back in her chair now. “So?â€
    He shrugged again. “The manager’s a friend of mine. I just wondered what happened.â€
    â€œYou don’t want to know anything about the restaurant unless it final y burns to the ground, remember?†she reminded him. “So why are
    you here about