“Steven, I’m so proud of all your accomplishments.” Becca sets down the paper she’s holding to look at me. “Not many can stick it out this long. Honestly, I regret not going to college like I wanted to. I still have dreams of becoming a pastry chef, but I have to have the time and the money. Maybe one day.”
As she goes into detail about her passion, I can’t help but stare at her with awe. “Becca, you are the most driven person I know.Itwillhappen for you one day. You always find a way to achieve what you want. And if there’s any way I can help, count me in.”
She smiles and her cheeks blush. “You might be right about that. I have you, don’t I?” She bites her bottom lip seductively as I lean closer to her. “I achieved that.”
“You sure did.” My lips connect with hers, and the all-too-familiar spark ignites within me. My hand cups the side of her face before sliding up and interlacing with her soft hair. She rests up on her knees now, and we fall back down on the floor with her lying on top of me.
With my free hand, I wrap it around her waist and flip us over, with me now hovering over her wanting body. My fingertips caress her outer thigh, slowly rubbing her skin as my hand slips under her skirt.
She lets out a soft gasp that sends a shockwave through my body.
Once I touch her lace panties, I hook my finger under them, and she gasps deliciously against my lips. I love her whimpers. I can feel myself growing harder as my cock presses against my zipper.
All I want is to feel her, to taste her.
Her hands reach up, and she unbuckles my black slacks. As her hand reaches into my boxers, she grips my erection gently, causing my breath to catch.
“Tell me what you want,” she whispers seductively, switching the normal role that we play in these activities. Hearing her be assertive drives me crazy.
I grunt under my breath. “I want…”
“What the fuck’s going on?” A deep voice rings out by the office door, and I jump up to my feet so fast, my pants nearly slide down, but I grab them before giving everyone a peep show.
Standing stiff in the doorway is Cam, glaring at me as if he just caught me sleeping with his wife. Anger riddles his face as his jaw clenches and his hands ball into fists. He looks down at a confused Becca as she straightens her skirt and then back up to me before storming off toward the elevators.
Part of me feels bad because I assumed everyone had gone home for the day, but I guess I was wrong.
“What the hell is his problem?” Becca asks, standing up to join me as I button my pants once more.
I shrug, but I can only assume that his anger is fueled by jealousy. I know that he has the hots for Becca, but he likes anyone who isn’t a complete disaster. He can have anyone he wants. Heaven forbid I get one girl…
Besides, I didn’t think he liked her to this extent.
