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Knowing she was making him insane only made her go at her task with more zest.
Ms. Keats shows great enthusiasm for tackling objectives on the job. She giggled.
“Did you hear something?” the muffled accountant’s voice asked.
There was a sudden pinch at her scalp as Lucian’s hand tightened over her snugly wrapped hair. “My apologies, McElroy. I skipped lunch,” Lucian quickly explained. His warning touch was gone before the other man could notice Lucian’s hand disappearing beneath the desk.
She returned to her task a bit chastised, but also a bit cocky. The meeting continued, and she wondered if Lucian would really allow her to finish him in front of the accountant. She had no idea how he would manage to keep a straight face.
She sensed him getting close when his thighs lifted. Voices continued to travel overhead as he toed off one shoe. She frowned and released him as he shifted his legs. She eased back, unsure of what he was doing.
His right leg adjusted in the cramped space, the tip of his socked toe fitting between her knees and extending until he found her core. She jumped at the contact. Breath stuttered out of her as his socked foot grazed her clit and her labia. She bit her lip to keep quiet.
There was a sudden clatter. “Pardon, I dropped my pen,” Lucian apologized. Her eyes dropped to the carpet and spotted the pen. Dark eyes suddenly had her pinned. They creased with mirth. He smiled and reached for her.
She was huddled against the back of his desk. Her eyes widened, unsure what he was doing. Since his foot had joined the play she’d grown incredibly distracted.
His fingers wrapped around the back of her neck and drew her back to his lap. Oh, okay, keep going then . . .
He rose just as his fingers swept up the pen. “My apologies. Got it.”
The other man continued talking. Her lips slid to the base of his cock as his palm pressed her head low. He held her there a few seconds. When his grip on her disappeared, she bobbed up and down quickly. He was being a bit brazen. She could be brazen too.
She relentlessly went at him. His foot continued to tease her. “Well, this all looks great. I’m going to call over to Shamus now and fill him in.” Lucian’s voice was strained, but barely. He had remarkable self-control.
The other man made a muffled good-bye. The sound of footsteps faded and there was a click as the door closed. His cock popped from her lips and his chair propelled back. She was suddenly dragged out from under the desk, and he was on her.
The rough carpet burned her sensitive rear as his lips crashed over hers, his body pinning her to the floor. “So fucking hot, Evelyn,” he growled as his tongue knifed into her mouth. His fingers hooked beneath her knees and wrenched them up. He filled her almost violently.
The moan was unavoidable. He pounded into her, chafing her backside as he fucked her, propelling her from behind his desk. There was a sudden knock on the door.
Evelyn’s eyes bulged, her head jerking toward the door and, as if in slow motion, the knob on the door turned. She smacked at Lucian’s shoulders, but he was like a man possessed.
“Mr. Patras, is everything okay? I thought I heard . . .”
Evelyn screwed her eyes shut and turned her face away from the door and into his shoulder. Lucian suddenly stilled. “Not now, Seth,” he growled.
“My apologies!” Seth made a fast exit. The door practically slammed shut.
Neither of them moved for several heartbeats. Lucian’s shoulders shook. He was laughing. She was mortified and he was fucking laughing!
She shoved at him. “It’s not funny.”
His shoulders trembled as he sucked in a deep, audible breath, and loud laughter spilled from his lips. She rolled her eyes. Her face was likely the color of the burgundy carpet. When she attempted to squirm out from under him, he stilled and frowned at her, his body locking down on hers.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he asked, all humor gone.
“I’m embarrassed and you’re laughing. We were just caught.”
His mouth spread into a tight, satisfied smile. He was too beautiful. At the moment, his attractiveness irritated her.
With complete seriousness, he said, “Ms. Keats, the interview is far from over.”
She narrowed her eyes and his crinkled with humor. He rotated his hips and she groaned. No matter how mortified her brain was, her libido was still raring to go.
Her head dropped to the carpet. “You damn exhibitionist pervert,” she grumbled.
He chucked. “You know you love it.”
She did, but she’d never freely admit it. Her chin pressed into her chest as he awaited her reply. “I’ll never be able to come here again.”
“Nonsense,” he teased. “I plan on making you come here at least twice before I take you home.”
