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"Talk later," I said to Clint and followed Ella off the elevator. She walked down the hallway, not saying anything to me, but as she rounded the corner to the other hallway, I saw her smile, her dimples clearly visible.
I grabbed her arm and stopped her, glancing along the hallway to make sure no one was looking. Then I pressed her against the wall and shoved my erection against her, kissing her roughly.
She kissed me back with definite abandon.
When the kiss broke, I ran my fingers along her cheek.
"Ella," I said with a stifled moan. "What you do to me..."
"I don't know what you're talking about, Mr. Macintyre. Whatever could you mean?"
"What is it about elevators?" I said and ground my hips against hers.
"Mr. Macintyre, you're taking far too many liberties with one of your staff," she said in a breathy-yet-saucy voice with a hint of a sultry Southern accent.
"This particular staff member recently had my cock in her mouth, so if I were her, I wouldn't be acting all prim and proper."
She smiled and glanced up at me, both dimples showing, batting her eyelashes seductively.
"Such language at the workplace could get a boss in trouble, even if he is the owner."
"Such language is probably making a certain staff member hot," I said, and kissed her again.
Then, before anyone came down the hallway and caught us, I left her where she stood and quickly made it back to the elevator. I pressed the down button so I could get back on my way and not be late for my meeting. I had a silly smile on my face and my semi-erect cock was only now starting to deflate.
By the time I arrived at my destination, I was sure it would be at a near normal state of tumescence.
Whether I made it through the rest of the day without resorting to my private executive washroom was a whole other thing.
Chapter Twenty-One
Ella
He left me standing in the hallway, my body practically vibrating with desire for him, my flesh swollen.
He had an evil smile on his face as he left me, knowing full well how I would be feeling. It was fair game, considering he had a delicious-feeling erection. Had just the sight of me in the elevator done that to him?
If so, it gave me a real thrill and made me want him even more.
I went to my office and sat behind my desk, the file folder that contained several new manuscripts from the mailroom tucked beneath my arm. I placed it on my desk and tried to catch my breath, needing a few moments to collect myself and recover from the feel of Josh's body pressed against mine, his kiss and his words.
My hour with him at the Ritz-Carlton had left me wanting more time with him, and now, with the offer of a trip to Bali the following weekend, I was happy that I would get it. The idea that I would be fulfilling his fantasy of a fuck-filled weekend at a tropical resort where he didn't have to worry at all about his businesses made me exceptionally aroused.
Although I had a rule about office romances, given my experience with Jerkface, Josh was so high up there in the corporate ladder, he didn't really feel like my boss.
Not really.
At least, that was the way I justified -- okay, how I rationalized running away to an exotic tropical resort to have sex with him.
I squirmed a bit in my chair, my flesh still swollen. I would have liked to go into the staff washroom and masturbate, but there was no way I would because it was too busy. I'd have to suffer until I could get home. Later tonight, when I was alone in my tiny apartment, I'd have a date with B.O.B. He'd have to do. Only thing was, B.O.B. didn't have a mouth or tongue that had given me so much pleasure the other day.
JOSH: Damn, woman. I have this problem I wish you could come to my office and take care of.
ELLA: Sorry, but I have ten minutes to get my coverage of this book done before my meeting with Sharon. Believe me, I'm suffering, too. You could come and visit me and we could find a broom closet, or we could meet at your apartment during my coffee break...
I smiled and sent the text, wondering if he'd take me up on the offer.
JOSH: Oh, God... I can't or believe me, I'd be there under your desk, my tongue on your...
