By five-thirty, she was done with this day. She took her glasses off, placed it in its case and dropped it into her purse. She was still waiting on Barbara for the creditors’ recons and she wasn’t going to wait anymore. Apart from having lunch with her, Tyler had been cooped up in his office all day and it was time for him to pack it in as well. She walked into office and she could tell from his body language that he was tense.
“Rough day?” she asked, half-sitting on her usual spot on the side of his desk.
“Yeah.” He loosened his tie and undid the button at the collar of his shirt. As soon as that spot on his neck was exposed, she was done for, but she forced herself to keep listening. “Matt managed to keep the tenants calm, but Victor’s begging for a lawsuit.” He threw his head back. “And it’s only Tuesday.”
“Maybe you need to let off some steam.”
He chuckled. “Oh, you think so, huh?”
“Yep.” She dragged her skirt up a little and straddled his hips. “I could help you with that.” Her lips met his and she gave him a kiss that was neither chaste nor brief. She felt him hardening between her legs and with a soft groan, he pulled away.
“We’re at the office, Jordan.”
“So?” she whispered, running her tongue along his lips. “Almost everyone’s gone home.”
“Barbara’s still here and you’re…loud.”
“She’s partially deaf.”
“That’s just a rumor.”
She unclipped her hair and allowed it to tumble over her shoulders.
His eyes lazily took her in. “Why’d you do that?”
It was a weakness of his she’d exploited on more than one occasion. “You know why.”
Another groan echoed in his throat as her mouth travelled down his neck. His palms pressed up her thighs. “Not here,” he protested.
Maybe he was tired, but he wasn’t putting up much more of a fight than that. She took advantage of his passiveness, slowly unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants before her fingers wrapped around his cock. Dropping his head back, he released a slow breath as she rubbed him, the tension leaving his shoulders. She probably wouldn’t get very far with this, seeing that his door was open and there were still a few employees loitering around the building, but she slipped off him and onto the floor between his legs.
Her insolence annoyed him, yet he said nothing when her mouth replaced her hand. He placed his elbow on the desk, pressing two fingers against his temple as he watched her. Her tongue rolled over his tip, her mouth moved up and down his thickness, but he sat there unmoving and just watched her.
If she didn’t know any better, she would have sworn he was completely unaffected by the things she was doing to him, but she did know. She knew what the slight change in his breathing meant, that slight tick of his jaw. Clenching his hand into a tight fist, he shut his eyes and bit into his knuckle. That was another sign that he was seconds away from ravishing her. Every flickof her tongue caused his brown eyes to darken even more until eventually he cupped her face and stopped her.
“I said not here.” And then it was over. He stood up, zipped up his pants and helped her to feet as well. “Come home with me.”
“Not tonight,” she answered softly. “I have to finish—”
“I wasn’t asking.”
He grabbed her hand and took hasty, long strides to the elevator. She barely managed to grab her purse as he dragged her past her desk. The doors opened, they stepped inside, and she hit the button for the basement parking. Immediately, he moved to the back, trying to keep his distance from her. She sent a quick text to Gemma to remind her to feed the pets and dropped her cell phone back into her purse. He became more uneasy when she shifted her full attention back to him.
“Did you come with your car or with a driver today?” she asked idly.
“Driver.” He wasn’t even looking at her.
“So we’re going to your place in my car?”
It was pointless chit-chat to get his attention and when their eyes met, a naughty grin played with his face. “I know that look, Jordan. Don’t even think—”
He was cut off when she dropped her purse and threw herself at him. Legs around his waist. Tongue in his mouth. Hands gripping his hair. He didn’t stand a chance.
He pushed her up against the elevator wall, one hand palming her breast, the other under her skirt, squeezing her ass. She shifted her hips and he took the hint. Eager fingers slipped beneath her panties, pushing deep inside her until her head felt heavy and her eyes rolled back. His kiss was wild, devouring, insatiable. Thirty-eight floors went by in a jiffy, and by the time the doors opened again, they were a mess. His shirt was hanging open over his chest. Her skirt was bunched up around her waist.Breathlessly, he unwound her legs, marching straight out as she tugged down her skirt and picked up her purse. Her car was the only one left on this level of the parking lot and he barreled towards it. He was on edge and she quickened her steps to catch up.
Once she reached the car, she realized the drive was just too long and she wasn’t willing to wait. With sex on the brain, she wasn’t in a state to be driving either.
She sat down on the hood and waited for him to get the message. Stepping in front of her, she saw the agitation on his face.
