“Topher, I can’t. Not here.”
“Then will you let me take you out?”
Where the fuck did that come from? I’m pretty sure I just blew my chance. I start trying to think about how to backtrack and save face because obviously, this gorgeous woman doesn’t want to go out with me, but then I see it. The flare of heat in her eyes and the softening of her shoulders.
“I’ll be done here by seven,” she says with a soft smile that somehow still manages to be seductive.
It’s all I can do to not pump my fist in the air, but I don’t think we need the reminder of how much younger I am. So instead, I slide my hands into my pockets and try to be cool. Making my voice sound as calm and mature as possible, I give her a nod.
“See you then.”
And before I can make a fool of myself, I force my feet to turn and carry me out of her office and all the way to the elevator. It’s only when the doors slide closed, leaving me alone, that I let out a loud, “Fuck, yeah!”
Chapter five
Bridget
At ten minutes before seven, I shut down my computer and grab the small cosmetics bag I keep in my desk drawer. I’m not exactly dressed for a date, but there’s no opportunity to change. And thinking back with a smirk, Topher seemed to enjoy my outfit.
Once I’m freshened up, I’ve got nothing to do but wait. Thankfully, the elevator dings a few minutes before the hour, and when it opens, my breath catches.
Topher’s standing there with a small bouquet of large pale blue blooms that bring back so many memories.
“Are those hydrangeas?” I ask.
“Your eyes. The color reminds me of these flowers.” He leans forward and kisses me sweetly on the cheek. Reception is empty, Tina having gone home hours ago, along with most of the other staff. I lift up onto my toes and pull his face to mine for a proper kiss. This man is like a drug, and I need another hit. Visions of taking him into my office, closing the door, and living out one of my deepest fantasies fill my head. I reluctantly pull away from him, only to give him my dirtiest smile.
“Come with me.” Taking his hand, I lead him down the darkened hallway to my office. I close the door and lock it behind us; then I indulge myself, taking a second to lean against it and just look at him. He’s so tall he even towers over me in heels. He has muscles everywhere, bigger than what I’m usually attracted to, but they’re so damn sexy. And the tattoos…I can’t make out exactly what they all are, but his arms are works of art, with ink trailing all the way up and under the sleeves of his shirt. His clean-shaven face seems at odds with the rest of him, and it emphasizes his youth. But in this moment, I don’t care.
He's far from my normal type of buttoned-up suits, but look at how well that’s worked out for me. And there’s no denying my attraction to him. Slowly my hands drift up to the buttons on my blouse. His gaze instantly drops to my fingers as I undo the top two buttons. I feel possessed by some sexier, sultrier, braver version of myself. A version that wants the man in front of her to fuck her sideways on her desk.
I like her.
“Bridget. This isn’t what I came here for. You need to know that. I…” I lift a finger up to place it against his full lips.
“I know you didn’t. Honestly? This isn’t what I expected, either. But…I’m interested in seeing what happens next. Aren’t you?”
His eyes darken with lust as I undo yet another button, my lace-covered breasts now spilling out of my blouse.
“Fuck…” he growls, his large hands cupping my hips, then sliding around to squeeze my ass. “Bridge…”
I shiver at the way he says my name. He’s little more than a stranger, yet it doesn’t feel that way. Not with how much I’ve thought about him lately.
“There’s something I’ve always wanted to do,” I whisper, leading him around and pushing him to sit in my chair. I can feel the moisture growing between my legs in anticipation. It’s not often that I feel the desire to take the lead in intimate moments, and maybe it’s because I suspect Topher is quite a bit younger than me, or maybe it’s just the intensity of my need right now, but I want to be in charge of this.
He reclines in my chair, his eyes unwavering from mine. When his tongue darts out and runs over his lips I lean forward and kiss him, my heavy breasts brushing against his chest. “We need to take off some of your clothes,” I murmur against his lips.
Topher does that sexy thing only guys can manage and pulls his shirt off with one hand. Good Lord, this man is pure walking temptation, and I’m powerless against it. His hands go to the button of his jeans, and he hesitates.
“Bridget, I should tell you something.” His voice is laced with lust, and a thread of uncertainty.
“Are you clean?” I ask, earning a bark of laughter that has my brow furrowing in confusion.
“Umm, yeah. Definitely.”
“Okay, then. I’ve got a condom in my purse. If you’re into this and I’m into this, enough said. Got it?”
I finish unbuttoning my blouse and toss it to the ground before sliding the zipper down my side and letting my skirt pool at my feet. That seems to be all it takes for Topher to take action as he lifts his hips up and hurriedly pushes his jeans and boxers down.
