“Each executive would get their own office,” I tell her as I point out the few large offices. “And there would potentially be room for their assistants to have their own office space as well.”
Her eyes go wide. “My own office?”
I grin at her and nod. “Better than just sitting outside my office, huh?”
She nods her head vigorously and clasps her hands in front of her. “It definitely would be.” Her face falls rapidly, and her eyes shift off to the side.
“Whatis it?” I ask, taking a step closer to her. My hand raises to cup her jaw, and I pull her attention back to me.
“Mr. Peterson always wanted to expand to two locations,” she says, looking around the top floor once more. Her eyes linger on the big corner office, and she gives a small smile. “I wish he was around to see this. I think he’d be proud of everything you’re doing for the company.”
Guilt consumes me at the mention of Peterson. I know I have to tell her what I’ve uncovered soon. It is eating away at my insides. It’s the last thing I want to do, but I know I am running out of time. Chase and I have steadily been collecting all that we need to approach the Board of Directors with our findings, and there’s no way I’m going to allow her to be blindsided on this matter along with them.
Shoving all of those feelings down, I decide to deal with them later. I reach for Whitney’s hand, pulling her into the big corner office she is still eyeing. She chuckles after me, her melancholy thoughts now long forgotten.
“Theo, what are you doing?” She laughs when I close the office door behind us.
I spin her around until her back is to the door. She catches onto what I’m thinking. Her eyes flare, and a seductive smile forms on her lips. Heat trails down my spine, and my cock thickens for her as I lean closer into her space and claim her lips.
Whitney’s hands trail up my side and around my shoulders. When we find a pause, she whispers her question again. “What are we doing?”
“I’m claiming this big, beautiful office as the CEO’s,” I say, kissing her again. “So I figure we better break it in properly. What do you think about that?”
My lips move to her neck, and she tilts her head, giving memore access. With a soft moan, she says, “Anyone could walk in. What about the agent?”
“He won’t if he wants to make the sale,” I tease her, tracing my tongue over the sensitive spot below her earlobe.
“I suppose that’s a good point,” Whitney says. Her hands dip under the collar of my suit jacket, and she slides it over and down my shoulders. It falls to the floor, and then she sets to work on the buttons of my dress shirt. I raise my hand and cup hers, stopping her movements. Her eyes fly to mine but I lean forward and kiss her deeply, distracting her from her task. We don’t have the time right now to fully undress each other, though there’s nothing I’d love more.
Right now, my mind is set on one goal—to be buried deep inside her and feel her exploding around me.
My hands slide up her thighs, collecting the bottom of her dress and lifting it up around her pelvis. I wrap my arms around her waist, hoisting her up and bracing her against the door as her legs wrap around my hips. “God, I just can’t get enough of you,” I murmur, capturing her lips again. She wiggles against me, pressing her warm pussy against my steadily hardening length. “Do you want me to fuck you right here?
She whimpers and juts her hips toward me, telling me without words that that’sexactlywhat she wants.
I won’t prolong this any longer. Nimbly, I undo the belt on my pants with one hand and free my aching cock just long enough to shift her panties to the side and bury myself deep within her. She tosses her head back with a moan as soon as I’m seated fully inside of her.
My hips start moving of their own accord, taking us higher and closer to both of our releases. I try not to get lost in the feel of her nails clawing at my back or how she whispers her broken sighs of pleasure in my ears, but it’s no use.
I’m addicted to Whitney, and I don’t think that will ever change.
Not long after, we both scream out, hitting that point of climax and falling over the edge together. She clutches herself to me, and our skin sticks together as we’re both covered in sweat.
Finally, I let her down, making sure she can stand up straight without falling over. When she’s steady, she reaches for her dress, pulling it down over her hips and covering her perfect body, just as I straighten my shirt and redo my buckle.
When we’re situated properly again, I reach my hand out to her to lead her out of the office, but she halts me.
“Your jacket,” Whitney says, reminding me. I spin around to see my suit jacket crumpled in a heap on the floor.
Chuckling to myself, I bend over and scoop it up, folding it over my forearm and reaching my other hand out to her again. This time, she slides her hand in mine, tangling our fingers together.
Together, we walk out of the empty office and make our way back down to the main floor and the lobby. Whitney glances at me every now and then, her eyes bright and her cheeks flushed, and she gives me a heart-stopping smile each time I catch her. It’s something that makes my chest ache with euphoria.
I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get enough of this woman. Nor do I want to.
We do one last look around before going back downstairs to the car waiting for us. I shake hands with the agent and let him know we’ll be in touch before sliding into the car after Whitney. Her cheeks are still rosy colored from the orgasm I gave her in the office, and I find myself itching to take her into my armsagain.
So I do.
