She slowly, almost frustratingly, squirted some hand sanitizer onto her palm from the bottle on my table. “ReshmiChicken, freshly baked naan, and homemadeGulabJamun.” She rubbed her hands together as she winked at me. “I was getting bored so decided to make you a good meal.”
Jesus Christ, that woman.
I squeezed myself from over my pants, and her eyes instantly followed my action. “You look so fucking hot, Zaira,” I told her. “And when you bring me homemade food at work – it sparks my sleeping Neanderthal to life.” I wiggled my brows at her.
She laughed. “Aww, my sweet, sweet caveman.” She laughed some more. “Also, I’m glad you approve of my attire. Kenzie and I went shopping yesterday, and I decided to get some clothes befitting that of an office environment. I mean, I can’t exactly wear jeans and flannel shirts when I start working as your assistant in the next couple of days, now can I?”
I got to my feet and walked around the table until I reached her.
She shifted a little, and kept her gaze on me as I placed my hands on either side of the table to trap her in.
“Why didn’t I get pictures of you trying out the outfits that you purchased yesterday?” I said against her lips.
She lifted a shoulder. “Because I wanted to surprise you.” She bit her bottom lip and smirked at me. “How else would I have seen your live reaction towards me if I’d sent you pictures yesterday?”
I chuckled. “Touché.” I leaned in further and began dragging the tip of my nose over her cheek. Once I was close to her ear, I brushed my lips over her lobe before whispering, “And for the record, I wouldn’t have minded if you’d decided to wear your regular clothes to the HQ. Though, I will say that seeing you in a fuck-me blouse and a skintight skirt – it makes me crazy in a way nothing else ever has. I’m one lucky fucker to have a girlfriend and assistant like you.” I moved back and looked at her.
Zaira’s cheeks were flushed, and her eyes had darkened to the point where they looked more black than hazel.
“Soon-to-be-assistant,” she rasped. “Sage hasn’t left yet.”
I shrugged. “But she will in just two days. She’s sick and tired of me as it is, and I know for a fact that as soon as her time is up, she’ll bolt outta here and never look back.”
Zaira placed a hand on my chest. “She adores you, Gall.”
I straightened her slightly crooked glasses. “She told you that?”
“Uh huh.” She ran her eyes over me. “God, you look so fucking sexy with slicked-back hair.”
I couldn’t help but chuckle. “And here I thought you’d notice my new three-piece.”
She grabbed the lapels of my jacket and pulled me closer. “I love it, but I like you more when you aren’t wearing anything at all.”
“That so?”
“Yeah…” she breathed.
I smirked at her flustered expression, and erased the final bit of space between us by pressing my lips to hers.
The sound that Zaira made was enough to drive me nuts, and when she arched against me and opened her mouth for me, I let go of my control and pushed myself against her. I bunched her hair in a fist, and let my free hand explore her beautiful curves.
“Turn around,” I ordered between kisses.
She didn’t hesitate, and quickly faced the shut glass windows behind my chair.
I looked at her tight ass, and spat a curse before rubbing myself against it. “Fuck, babe.”
She let go of a shaky breath, and then began moving her ass up and down to match my friction.
“Bend over,” I commanded, and grinned when she placed her elbows on the table, pressed her tits against the pile of papers on it, and lifted her hips for my viewing.
“Pull up your skirt,” I told her as I took half a step back.
She did, and I almost came in my pants when I saw the pink lacy underwear barely covering her full ass.
“You really went all out for me, didn’t you?” I asked, and then grabbed her cheeks before kneading them between my palms.
“Nothing but the best for you,” she said around a smile.
