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“Oh fuck,” I breathed, my head falling back, banging into the mirror, making it wobble. He pushed a finger inside me, curling it, causing me to moan. Loudly.
“Shhhh.” His lips descended on mine, swallowing my moans. I hooked my legs around him, pulling him closer. Without breaking our kiss, I fumbled for his belt, somehow managing to undo it. He stilled my hand, pulling back to look at me, his fingers still working inside me, taking me closer and closer to the edge.
“You sure you want this?” His voice was a low rasp.
“Yes,” I moaned. There was no stopping this. I needed him inside me. Now.
He withdrew his fingers and I made an incoherent noise of protest, my eyes pleading with him to hurry. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a leather wallet, and opened it. Condom. Right. He shoved the wallet carelessly in his pocket and ripped open the packet.
“Let me.” I undid his trousers, and leaned down to reach into his boxers. He hissed as I touched his thick, hard cock, and I oh-so-slowly rolled on the condom, sliding my hands along his hardness. Staring down at my hands on him, he growled low in his throat, his restraint gone, and I moved my hands up to grip his strong, solid biceps, as he roughly pushed my underwear aside again, thrusting inside me without warning.
He filled me so completely. Staying perfectly still for a moment to allow me to get used to the sensation, his eyes met mine once again.
“Ready?”
I nodded.
Then he was thrusting in and out of me, his hands on my ass, my clit, my breasts; everywhere he touched sent jolts of pure electricity racing through me. I closed my eyes, holding onto him as I rode his cock to the most powerful climax of my life. I felt him pulse inside me, then he was following me over the edge, my pussy clenching around him until we were both completely spent.
“I guess we should exchange names.” My voice came out husky and breathless.
He gave a dark chuckle. “It’s a bit late for that, darling. Don’t you think?” Pulling out of me, he disposed of the condom. I wanted to clean up, but it was a little awkward, when the reality of what we’d done suddenly hit me.
Cocking his head, he studied me, his steel eyes giving nothing away. “Listen. I have an unopened bottle of champagne in my office. What do you say we reconvene back there in five minutes, and you can tell me your name, and why you’re dressed like a Christmas elf.”
I spluttered indignantly. “I’m not an el—”
“Five minutes.” He placed a finger to my lip, silencing me. “Turn left out of here,” he indicated towards the door, “first door on your left, then go through the reception area and turn right once you’re inside. You’ll see me.”
Without another word he strode from the room, leaving my head spinning. Had that really just happened?
Reality crashed over me, as I returned to the fifteenth floor on shaky legs. Eddie was standing outside the office door, and he took one look at me, and demanded to know who I’d been “fooling around with.” The whole story came out, and he stared at me, open-mouthed, as I recounted what had just happened, and how he was the man from the coffee shop.
“What are you waiting for? Get back up there,” Eddie hissed, when I’d finished. “It’s a sign. You can’t ignore it.”
“I don’t know whether I should, Ed.”
He sighed. “Look, I’m coming with you, so you don’t need to worry about that. I don’t want you being inadvertently abducted or anything. Now, go pick up your phone, and we’ll check this guy out. Okay?”
I knew there was no arguing with him, once he’d made his mind up. And if I was honest with myself, I was only hesitating because I felt like I should, not because I wanted to.
Somehow, I ended up back on the twentieth floor with a small entourage made up of Eddie, George, and Lisa. When we arrived at the entrance to the Enterprise Consultancy offices, Eddie stopped dead just inside the sliding glass doors, in front of the empty reception desk.
“Which one is he?” he hissed to me, pointing at a large board on the wall with corporate headshots of all the staff members.
“Him.” My gaze went straight to his photo—sexy, commanding, and powerful, his eyes steely and determined, piercing through me.
“Marcus Drummond,” George murmured, studying the image.
“Marcus Drummond,” Eddie gasped at exactly the same time, placing a dramatic hand on his forehead and pretending to swoon. “What are you waiting for? Go, go, go!”
I stared at him. “You know him?”
“Not personally, but you remember how I told you the men on floor twenty were hot? He’s pretty much the hottest of them all.” I opened my mouth, then closed it again when he continued, “and no, I don’t know anything about him, other than the fact he’s extremely good-looking, and he’s on the board at Enterprise Consultancy. Now go! And message me later with all the gossip.” With a wink, he dragged George and Lisa out of the room, both of them slightly bemused, but putting up no resistance.
On slightly shaky legs, I walked through the reception area and turned right, and immediately saw him. He was reclining in a leather chair behind a huge desk, inside an office with glass walls and huge windows behind him, the same as those in our office.
