“Do what?”
“Touch yourself. It feels like forever since I touched you.”
A full-body shiver ripples through me. “It’s been two days.”
“Well, it feels like twoyears.”
He’s standing stock-still, eyes locked on me. I’m so close to the window my breath is fogging up the glass.
We aresogoing to get caught.
He lifts his chin. “Meet me at the south elevators.”
“Rightnow?”
“Right now.”
We have an entirely nonverbal conversation in the span of about five seconds. I turn and rush out.
“Where are you headed?” Stephen calls as I dash past him.
“Oh, just... to Cups! I’m grabbing a coffee, I’ll be right back.”
“Great, can you get me one? I’m dying for a—”
“Text it to me!”
I practically sprint down the hallway until I reach the elevator bank. No Ben. I turn in a circle, confused. The elevators are closer to his office than mine. How could I have beaten him?
A door opens behind me and I spin around. Ben pulls me into the women’s room, locking the door behind me. I start to protest but he cuts me off.
“I scouted it out, we’re good.” And then his mouth is on mine.
We fall against the door, letting out matching sighs of relief. The next couple of minutes are a soundtrack of panting breaths, sliding lips, fingernails clawing against fabric. I slip my arms underneath his suit jacket and fill my hands with the solid flexing muscles of his back. This is my new favorite place, right here.
I splay my hand against his chest and feel it rise and fall. “You know, this is exactly what we said we weren’t going to do.”
“I lied.”
A laugh bubbles out of me as we swap happy smiles. We’re a couple of grinning fools. I tuck my head into the cradle of his collarbone. He smells like crisp linen and Ben. I breathe in and it feels like the first real breath I’ve taken in two days.
“Honestly, I worried you’d take one look at me and regret everything that happened this weekend. And based on how you freaked out on me, it’s not farfetched.” There’s insecurity in his eyes and I hate that I’ve put it there.
“Well, Idon’tregret it. Although I have been regretting certain other things...” I gaze up at him with my bestwanton seductresslook.
“And those would be?” His eyes are looking a little pornographic themselves.
“Not getting to see more of what you’re hiding under these perfectly pressed suits.” I trace a meandering path up his chest with my fingertips and tug on his tie. He’s vibrating with tension. “How long until someone knocks on this door?”
“I’m surprised it hasn’t happened already. Sorry, it was all I could come up with on short notice.”
“Pity. We should probably go before we get caught.”
“Probably.”
I fist my hands in his shirt instead and drag him closer. I feel him hard and heavy against me and I could scream for wanting him. A war’s being waged on his face, an epic battle between desire and restraint. The Battle of the Bulge versus Boy Scout Ben.
“Keep looking at me like that and you’ll be taking a sick day.”
