“Does this conclude negotiations?” he asks.
“Unless you have anything to add, I can’t see why we can’t conclude negotiations for the moment.”
He moves around the island, stopping on my side. “If I think up any amendments, I’ll be sure to bring them to your attention.”
“Thank you, Mr. Chambers.” My formality brings another smile to his face.
“Should we sign something or...?”
I frown. “I think it would be best if we didn’t leave a paper trail, don’t you?”
“Corrine?” He laughs, wrapping his hands around my wrists and pulling me toward him. “I was joking.”
Oh.
“Actually, I was thinking we could conclude negotiations with something a bit more interesting.”
I knead his pectorals and drag my eyes to meet his. “Like with you fucking me again, Wesley?”
His heart beats harder beneath my hands, his chest expanding on a deep inhale. “Straight to the point,” he says. “I’ve always liked that about you.”
He has to curl his body into a question mark to reach my lips. I lift up onto the tips of my toes to meet him, pressing my mouth to his in a soft, hesitant kiss.
“Your bed?” he asks against my lips.
I nod, moving backward, pulling him with me by the front of his shirt. The light dims as we move down the hallway, the feeling of the floor changing under my feet as I step from cool hardwood to soft carpet. But mostly I just feel him against me, his warmth, growing harder by the second as we stumble past my office.
We’re a flurry of moving body parts and clothing. My top gets stuck when I try to pull it off. He trips on his jeans when I push them down his legs. He drops his glasses on the floor when he tries to put them on the table beside my bed. The only sound in the world is the sound of each individual tooth on the zipper of my jeans, coming apart as he slowly pulls the tab down.
My skin cools as it’s exposed and all of the things I couldn’t see or hear or feel because I was too engrossed in him hit me. I’m about to be naked with Wesley, my intern, in my bed, for the first time.
This isn’t some moment of passion that we can explain away with muddled emotions. We came into this with clear heads. We know what we’re doing.
We’re starting an affair.
He rests his hands on my shoulders, over the straps of my bra. I cover his with my own.
“I’m sorry,” he says, sitting back on his heels. “Is this okay?”
Of course he would think he’s moving too fast and I’m breaking out into mental hives.
I nod. “Just...this feels weird me asking you this but: please don’t think less of me,” I whisper.
“Less of you? For what?”
“For this.” I use one hand to show that I include us, this bed, my room, in what I mean. “For this decision.”
“Are you nuts?” He smiles and I bite my lip at how cute he looks right now. “I think you’re unbelievable.”
He buries his face in my chest, as if to prove it. “You feel unbelievable.” Kissing down my stomach, he nibbles the skin above my panties, rubs his nose into the fabric above my pussy. I close my eyes at the intimacy of this moment.
He’s too much. And I can’t get enough.
“You smell unbelievable,” he whispers.
He crawls back up my body and lies on his side, propping his head up in his hand. “Are you sure you want this?”
“It’s all I’ve been able to think about since...probably since we kissed,” I admit. Saying it is like dropping a weight I didn’t know I was carrying.
