“Don’t look at me that way,” she says with a harder edge to her voice. No, not harder, just determined.
“What way?”
“Like you’ve seen me naked,” she says bluntly making me laugh loudly, laughter that seems to startle her judging by her expression.
“Miss Carrington, I have seen you naked,” I point out, making her blush.
“Well could you pretend you haven’t?” she asks making me laugh again and her blush even more.
“No, never,” I tell her and whilst it’s true I suddenly feel overexposed so go on the defensive, turning things so that she is the one overexposed not me. “Nor will I pretend that I haven’t kissed you, made you come on my tongue, bitten down into your nipples while you writhed beneath me, nor will I pretend that you didn’t beg me to fuck you so hard that I know you’re sore and swollen.”
I am a bastard, I know that, never denied it, never been bothered by it until now. Until her face just crumpled before me with embarrassment and shame.
“Shit!” I curse and before I know what I am doing I’m pulling her to her feet, pulling her against me so that there’s nothing between us, except the difference in height which is about four inches at the moment with her heels on.
My hands are sliding through her hair until I’m cupping her head, tilting her face up that I can see is still unsure and flushed, but the flush is spreading across her neck and the small amount of chest I can see. God, she is beautiful, and she wants this as much as me, possibly despite herself.
My lips are lowering towards hers, ready to breach them, to claim them as mine. I swear if she continues pouting, I am going to fuck her right here. Her lips are soft, but uncertain as mine crash against them. I can feel her hesitation, hesitation I don’t remember from last night, but then last night I’d been at my most charming, not a complete dick like just. No wonder she’s uncertain about this, her and me both because this is a fucking bad idea and will end badly, it must.
I gently move my lips against hers and sensing that she needs something more I speak against her still closed lips. “Come on sweetheart, kiss me.” With a sigh her lips soften and open slightly, granting me passage.
Her tongue is waiting for me and as soon as I stroke it with my own, we work in perfect unison to deepen and intensify this kiss. The feel of her fingers lacing through my hair makes me groan, a cue she picks up on perfectly, gently tugging the ends of my hair and in an instant I am placing her on my desk. One of my hands is around her waist and the other’s disappearing up her skirt until I find the flesh of her outer thigh where her stocking top ends and her skin reappears.
“Fuck,” I groan into her mouth, a groan that she greedily absorbs.
A phone suddenly rings, her phone, breaking the moment as both of us pull back a little, breathing heavily.
“Sorry,” she says, suddenly realising she is on my desk, her hands still in my hair while mine are still around her waist and thigh. The truth of what was about to happen is clear to us both. “I should get that,” she says, floundering in her attempts to free us from each other.
I release her and return to my seat while she grabs her phone. “You should have turned that off,” I chasten, making her blush again.
“Sorry, hello,” she answers. “Mr Peterson, yes, we’ve been discussing things,” she says to her boss with a fucking adorable blush as she lies. “No, I’m still with Mr Harding. Yes, no, not much longer,” she says, and I make a mental note to thrash the fuck out of Christian the next time we play squash rather than taking it easy on him as I normally do. He deserves it for interrupting.
My mind wanders to all the possibilities of where we’d be up to by now if he hadn’t called. I keep coming back to the same place and it’s a place where Olivia is being fucked spread across my desk. A smile curls my lips at how she would look; and a broader smile replaces the first one that I don’t have all glass walls in my office or that would be more than even Nicola should have to put up with. I become aware of Olivia’s eyes back on me, well darting between me and the floor as she turns her phone off and returns it to her bag.
“So, what do you say?” I ask causing her alarm. “To the two room offer?” I clarify.
“Yes, okay, thank you.”
“This is room one,” I announce and I’m as shocked by that announcement as she appears to be. “And the other is this way,” I tell her and although there is no clear plan in my mind about any of this there is only one other room she is going to be offered. “Come on,” I call as I reach my office door. “Bring your things.”
She bends to pick up her bag, her very oversized bag and joins me at the door. What the fuck does she keep in that thing?
“I’m popping next door if you need me,” I tell Nicola who nods with a friendly smile for Olivia.
“Next door?” she asks as I guide her past the lifts to a locked door on the other side of the building.
I unlock the door and throw it open for her to enter before me.
“Wow,” she whispers. “Next door,” she adds, turning to face me with a smile on her face. “This is a flat,” she exclaims, continuing to whisper. “Who lives here? Is it allowed, to live here, in an office block?” And still she whispers.
Fuck! The biting of the lip is cute, but the whispering is actually cuter and is now the cutest thing I have ever seen.
With a laugh I explain, “It is a flat, my flat. I lived abroad mainly for a couple of years and when I relocated back here, I bought the building and I have all of the appropriate permissions in place, so yes, it is allowed. Come on.” I wonder why I just told her that about me, it’s not like she needed to know. I dismiss the words in my head suggesting that I simply want her to know things about me, to know me.
Leading her past the private lift that only serves my home I watch her scanning the area around her that is my open plan lounge and kitchen. We head past my den, cupboards, the bathroom, home gym and bedrooms before I stop at the final door that I swing open and hear her gasp at me.
“I erm, look,” she stammers, and I realise that the sight of my bedroom is messing with her head. She thinks I am expecting her to fuck me here, which I was, but not right now. I am a bastard but I do have some class and standards.
