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“How you manage a billion dollar company when you waste an entire hour thinking about women’s underwear.” She heads for my desk and sets her oversized brown purse on a chair.
“First time,” I admit. “As a rule, I don’t have sex in office. Maybe the value of my company will tank tomorrow.”
“You’re breaking a lot of rules.”
“That’s part of how I created a billion dollar company in the first place.” I step closer. I’d pictured laying her down on my desk and pushing her skirt up to her waist. Jeans and pseudo-gym sweatshirts weren’t part of my fantasy.
She cocks her head to one side as her fingers toy with the edge of her sweatshirt. Shit, I can’t tell if she’s nervous, or ready to rip her clothes off. She’s thrown me off balance, and I’m struggling to find my footing.
“You don’t exactly look like you’re dressed to seduce me,” I say.
“I wasn’t planning on it.”
My hard-on presses against my boxers as if begging her to take back those words. But then her fingers wrap around the edge of her top and draw it up over her head. She can call it whatever the hell she wants. It looks like seduction to me.
“I’m here for me.” She slides off her boots and kicks them to the side.
“Selfish.”
“Hmm.” She releases the button on her jeans and shimmies them off. Her pants join her boots in the discard pile, leaving Kayla naked with her ass resting against my desk. She presses the heels of her hands against the edge and lifts her bare butt onto the surface.
I stare at her. She doesn’t cross her legs, which in my world makes it pretty damn clear that she’s ready and waiting for me to follow through on my promise and feast on her.
“You did forget your panties.” I cross the space and drop to my knees between her splayed legs.
“I was in a rush.”
“Bullshit.” I run my hands up her thighs, pushing them farther apart. Then I lean forward, my mouth an inch from the most sensitive place on her gorgeous, naked body. I’m tempted to look up and meet her gaze. But I’m fucking loving the view right now. “You left your underwear at home so I would spend the last hour picturing you without it. You were trying to distract me from the fact that all hell is breaking lose.”
“Is that what we’re calling Alexandra now?” Her thigh muscles tighten beneath my hands as if she wishes to draw her legs closed and shut me out. “Ms. Hell?”
“No.” I look up, and meet her gaze for a brief moment. I haven’t forgotten whom I’m with or where I am. I turn my attention back to the intimate space laid bare to me. “We’re not calling her anything. Because for the first time I’m about to do this.”
I lean forward and press a teasing kiss between her legs. Her muscles relax beneath my touch, and her knees fall away.
“Don’t make a sound.” I punctuate the sentence with a lick, swirling my tongue in a tight circle over the most sensitive part of her beautiful body.
“Impossible,” she gasps.
“Try.” My lips move over her as I speak.
“But how … oh God Gavin …”
My tongue traces a path over where I plan to thrust into her later. I’m enjoying this too much to think about driving my cock into her.
“How will they know what we’re doing in here?” Her hips lift off the desk to meet my tongue.
“I’m not doing this for them,” I murmur. I run my hands up her legs, until my fingers are close enough to join in the action. “This is for you, Kayla.”
And for me because right now I want to feel her come against my mouth more than damn near anything.
“Can I ask you a question?” Kayla asks after the waiter leaves our table.
“Yes, the hostess thought you were underdressed.” I’ve attended dozens of business lunches at this particular Columbus Circle steak house. I selected this spot both for the view of Central Park and the fact that the staff wouldn’t care if Kayla wore a brown paper bag as long as she dined with me.
“A personal question,” she clarifies.
I raise an eyebrow as I reach for my water glass. “We’ve been friends since we were five, and I just had my face buried—”
