She drops it, fisted back down at her side. But now here I am, a listing Italian tower, doing everything I can to not fall harder toward this woman.
“I’m glad I got to know who you are, too.”
Warmth, like pride, fills me. I check the lean.
“Don’t you have somewhere to be?” she asks. “Your birthday party?”
I shake my head. Who the fuck cares how old I am?
“I can stay.” I stop to clear the gravel from my voice. “If you need me?” Air has never felt so thick before. Another person’s breath on my lips has never tasted so sweet.
“What...what would I need you for?” she whispers.
The A/C starts up with a low hum, the only other sound in the room. She is somehow the only person I’ve ever met who’s this beautiful under fluorescent lighting.
“Anything.” I shake my head. I shrug, swallow. My heart batters my ribs. “Anything,” I say again.
She lifts her hand and now it’s like she’s done it one thousand times before. Wrapping her fingers one digit at a time, around my tie, she pulls me forward.
“I need you to do it again,” she whispers. Her gaze darts wildly between mine. Her pupils all black, leaving no room for her fiery, golden gaze. “If...if you want to.”
I swallow hard enough to be audible. “Do what?” I ask right before it comes back to me, the moment in the dugout, the taste of her skin on my lips, the smell of her on my clothes. “Oh. Kiss you?”
“No.” She blinks, tightens her fist. “Wesley.Fuckme,” she whispers.
A switch is flipped in my brain. I no longer hear the voice in my head blaringWarning, begging,Cease and desist: you cannot stand this close to your boss.
All I can hear is the pleading tone in her voice when she asks me tofuck her. I don’t think I’ll ever forget it.
My body clicks into autopilot, like somehow my arms and legs know what to do while I watch in amazement from the bleachers. Bending my knees, I lift her to my mouth. It’s probably the adrenaline talking but my arms have never felt stronger than with her in them. Her arms coil around my neck and we stumble forward until her ass meets the desk. I push her skirt up her legs and step between them, catching a glimpse of white lace. Her thighs are soft silk. She makes a shaky sound. My hands can’t stay in one place for long. I have to touch her all over, everywhere. I want all of her. Now.
She pushes at the lapels of my suit jacket and I rip it off, flinging it somewhere behind me. I pull at the buttons on her shirt but my fingers shake too much to get it open.
“Rip it?” she whispers in a shuddering, unsure gasp.
My fingers still and I meet her eyes. They’re huge and beautiful. “What?” I ask, even though I heard her perfectly.
“Rip it,” she says, surer now.
So I do.
The first button pops off and I stop at the sound of it pinging somewhere around the room. It is somehow the most erotic sound I’ve ever heard, sending a pulse through my cock.Pop, pop, pop, I pull until every button is gone and all that is left between me and the expanse of her smooth skin is a white silk bra. She tugs roughly at my belt as I rip down the cups. Her breasts are small and fucking perfect.
I want them in my mouth.
Her moan fills my ears as I tongue her nipple and fireworks explode in my brain at the taste of her skin on my lips. She reaches her hand into my boxers, pulling me out, and I gasp against her skin as she rubs her thumb along the tip of my cock, softly pulling my foreskin back. Her delicate hands make me feel fucking huge.
I make a fist in the crotch of her panties, already wet and slick, and pull them down her legs. She kicks them off the rest of the way and I watch as they flutter to the ground, landing half on my shoe, half on the floor.
My whole body stills. Except for my heart, which feels like its beats per minute are faster than a car. Corrine naked might be more than I can handle.
“Don’t stop, Wesley,” she says with just the slightest bit of desperation.
The room, this night, feels still, paused and unreal. “Are you sure?”
She nods, her eyes still too big in her face. The exposed parts of my body pucker with goose bumps; this is a horrible time for office AC.
I press my thumb to the corner of her mouth. “Corrine,” I say. The weight of what we’re about to do settles over me, making my limbs too heavy.
