There she was, the woman consuming a hell of a lot more of his thoughts.
“Oh boy,” she said, the heat creeping up her face. “I’m sorry. I heard a noise but didn’t think it was you this early.”
Her gaze was slowly giving him the once over, then down and up again.
He laughed, reached for her hand and tugged her close. “Why are you so embarrassed? It’s not as if you haven’t seen it before. Or touched it. Tasted it,” he whispered against her ear.
She melted against his body the way she always did. “Not here I haven’t,” she murmured back, her hand running up his thigh, then his waist. He was testing her and she was passing.
“Is my office door open or closed?”
“Closed,” she said, her hand moving toward the front of him. Oh yeah, she was letting go without him even saying a word.
Now who was protecting those boundaries? More like lowering them.
He reached over and shut the bathroom door, then turned the lock. What he should have done to begin with, but he’d locked his office door. Very few had a key.
“Good,” he said. “I’m sure you’re the first one here.”
“No,” she said, grinning. “You are. And never are. So I didn’t know who was here.”
If they’d talked yesterday she’d know what was going on. Or maybe spent the night like he wanted and they could have left together.
“Now you know. And it seems to me you might want something.”
“It’s wrong,” she said, shaking her head, but she wasn’t stepping back, nor bolting out of the room.
“Nothing we do is wrong,” he said. “And the office isn’t open yet. But your call.”
She laughed. A wicked sound. One that said he didn’t have to make a move for this to go further. And he was damn well leaving it in her hands so that he wouldn’t be the bad guy if she had second thoughts.
He’d honor them too.
“God, I should just turn and walk away, but I’d be lying if I didn’t admit this has been a little fantasy of mine.”
“Fuck,” he said, wrapping her hair in his fist, his mouth crushing hers, the towel only staying in place as it was pressed between their bodies.
His tongue invaded her mouth, the taste of mint clinging. The candy she always popped after she finished her coffee lingering and intoxicating him.
Her hand slid down and gripped his cock, which was ready for action the minute he saw her in the doorway.
She was stroking him softly, her fingertips almost dancing along the taut skin, her nails lightly scratching and leaving chills on his arms.
He grabbed a fistful of her dress, thankful for small favors that she was wearing one, then bunched it until it was around her waist.
Their mouths were still aggressively attacking the other, his hand slid into her underwear and cupped her ass.
All he could think of was that he didn’t have a condom on him.
That didn’t mean he couldn’t pleasure her other ways, his palm sliding around, his fingers finding her heat and gliding between her wet lips.
He thrust two fingers in, she jerked up slightly, then moaned in his mouth.
Curving the tips, he found the soft tender flesh inside of her he knew would make her sing out. If he let go of her mouth, which he had no intention of doing.
She was pressing against him, parting her legs, grinding for more pleasure.
He shifted his thumb to cover her swollen bud, pressed down and let her go to town as if he was the toy she needed to get off.
