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He dragged the backs of his knuckles over my very braless state. He parted the shirt with a groan. “My shirt has never looked so good.”
My lips twitched. “You don’t have your back office set up yet, sir.”
He traced the pad of his finger around one tight nipple. “I don’t care. Your breasts are a miracle.”
I swallowed a laugh. “That’s a helluva big window. I don’t think that’s exactly the way you want to drum up new business.” I gave a throaty laugh as he picked me up to scrape his teeth over my lower lip.
I leaned in to deepen the contact. Coffee and caramel-flavored kisses were my favorite.
While he was still holding me, he strode to the door and locked it.
I gripped his shoulders and wrapped my legs around his waist. “PMS, it’s the middle of the workday.” I put a little extra breathy Marilyn in my voice.
“We have yet to christen this space, Miss Moon.”
I should not still get chills when he used Miss Moon. “Um, we most certainly did. When we put up the drywall, when we painted, when we put together the bookcases.” I punctuated each instance with a kiss on his very stubborn, very delicious mouth.
He gripped my ass and pressed me up against the little alcove-slash-vestibule. If one could call it a vestibule when the space was about three square feet. “It doesn’t count until opening day.”
“Is that right? I hadn’t heard that rule.” My words came out with a groan as he attacked my neck. Goddess, where did he learn how to do that?
He tipped his hips, and the very hard length of him tucked itself right where I liked him best. He caught my mouth in a long, slow kiss and rocked against me, then fumbled along the wall with one arm.
“What are you doing?” I asked against his lips.
He shimmied us to the left, and then a shade started coming down over the large picture window.
“Well, isn’t that clever?”
“I’m a clever man.”
“Leave a little sunshine. I like it on my skin.”
“You’re going to be the death of me.” But he stopped the motorized shade a few inches from the bottom before he gripped my ass. “I like this skirt thing. Doesn’t really seem your style.”
“Stole it from Luna. The waistband didn’t fit, and she was trying to throw everything out in a tantrum. I knew she’d miss it though.”
“Her loss is my gain.”
The leopard print, ankle-length skirt swished behind me as he carried me back into the main part of the office. Eventually, this space would be the front office and Preston’s space would be at the back, but we had more sheetrocking to do and he was impatient to open.
He set me on his desk, shoving the blotter, phone, and files aside to make room.
I went for his belt, and he did the same for mine. We were both laughing and tripping over each other’s fingers until we finally both switched to undoing our own.
He pushed his shirt over my shoulders, then bent his head to my breast, sucking my nipple through the sheer fabric. I raked my nails along his scalp to cup the back of his head.
He slipped his hand under my skirt and hissed out a breath as he peered up at me. “No panties, Miss Moon?”
“Oops.”
“Oops? You drove over here—”
“Walked.”
His nostrils flared as his cock got even harder against my thigh. “You walked over here sans panties and bra?”
I bit the inside of my cheek and nodded.
