“Might be, yes.”
“I’ve left you a tasteful amount of credit.”
“‘The one and only’ is tasteful?”
“I mean, is there another Sawyer Alburn? I’m simply being accurate.” Nellie sat back and admired her work. “I’m going to send this to myself.”
“You’re absolutely not.”
“It would be very funny.”
“It would be a digital record of a world-renowned CEO endorsing her own professional defeat.”
Nellie tilted her head, as if this were simply a reasonable rebuttal rather than absolute grounds for refusing. Then Sawyer’s mouth found the side of her neck, below the fall of her braid, where the skin was warm and the pulse was quick, and Nellie stopped arguing.
Sawyer kissed her there, tracing her lips over every millimeter she could reach.
“Stop,” Nellie said, without conviction.
Sawyer did not stop.
“Sawyer.” Nellie’s hands curled into fists on the desk. “What if someone walks in?”
“They won’t.” Sawyer moved her mouth along the angle of Nellie’s neck toward her ear, and felt the involuntary tilt ofNellie’s head that meant her body had already voted on the matter. “Martha doesn’t let anyone through that door unless I’ve cleared it. The building could be on fire, and she’d still make them wait.”
“That’s—” Nellie moaned softly. “That’s a level of loyalty that borders on concerning, you know.”
“She’s paid well.”
“For this?”
“Primarily for other things.”
Sawyer slid her hand around from Nellie’s hip to the front of her cargo pants and offered up a silent thanks for elasticated waistbands to no deity in particular. Nellie sucked in a sharp breath. One of her hands came down over Sawyer’s and then, after a beat of hesitation that Sawyer knew well enough not to push through, moved out of the way.
Sawyer slipped her fingers inside, down past the waistband of Nellie’s underwear, and found her target.
“Oh—” Nellie clapped her free hand over her mouth.
“Quiet,” Sawyer murmured against her ear.
Nellie nodded. Her jaw was tight behind her palm. Sawyer kept her movements slow, teasing, barely putting any pressure on Nellie’s clit until she had her begging.
With each passing second her pussy became wetter, warmer, and she made a muffled sound behind her palm when Sawyer stroked in slightly faster circles. Nellie turned her face into Sawyer’s neck as if she could muffle the rest of responses against her skin. Smiling to herself with all the smugness she couldn’t quite find before, Sawyer pressed her lips to her temple. She could feel the small, rhythmic shudders beginning to take hold, Nellie’s body pulling taut and trembling with the effort of keeping quiet, of keeping still, of holding it all in while Sawyer worked her steadily over the edge.
“I’ve thought about this,” Sawyer whispered against the shell of her ear.
Nellie made an inarticulate sound.
“About making a woman come in my office.” She kept her rhythm exactly as it was. “I’ve thought about it for years.”
Nellie turned her face from Sawyer’s neck long enough to breathe, “I’m—” and then she bit her lip against a deep groan. Her hips rocked, a small, helpless movement, and the sound she made this time required her whole palm to contain it.
“I’m glad,” she managed, just barely, around the edges of her fingers. “I’m glad I get to be the one.”
Sawyer held her tighter around the waist, steadied her, and grazed her teeth lightly down the curve of her earlobe.
Nellie shattered.
