“I know. It’s not enough.” His hand came up to cup my cheek. “Is this insane? This feels insane.”
“Completely insane.” I leaned into his touch. “We’re at work. Anyone could walk by. This is the worst possible time and place for whatever you have on your mind.”
He kissed me, cutting off whatever objection I was about to make. And just like that, all my very good reasons for not doing this evaporated.
“We shouldn’t,” I gasped, even as my hands were already jerking his shirt from where it was still tucked in.
“Probably not.” His fingers went to work on the tiny buttons on my blouse.
“Someone could hear.”
“Then you’ll have to be quiet.” His hands pushed open my blouse, revealing the lacy black bra I wore. “Can you do that?”
“That depends on what you’re planning to do.”
He pulled back to look at me. The heat in his eyes made my knees weak. “You’re about to find out.”
His hands attacked my belt and then undid the button and zipper of my slacks.
“Someone’s impatient,” I managed between kisses, going for his pants with the same intensity.
“I’ve been thinking about this since you left my apartment this morning.” His hand slipped into my panties.
Sounds from the hallway made us both freeze. Footsteps. Voices.
We stood there, barely breathing, my blouse undone and Dane’s fingertip pressing lightly on my throbbing clit.
The footsteps continued on, the voices fading.
“We’re going to get caught,” I whispered.
“I can be quick.” He kissed me again, deeper this time. “And quiet.”
“I’m not making any promises about quiet. And don’t be too quick.”
His mouth covered mine as his fingers parted my lips eagerly. They found exactly the right pressure and rhythm. I had to bite my lip to keep from making sounds that would definitely carry into the hallway. My hands gripped his shoulders for support. His mouth swallowed every whimper and moan.
“Beautiful,” he murmured against my ear. “You’re so beautiful like this.”
A second later, the orgasm hit. His mouth was back on mine, swallowing my cries of pleasure.
He pulled back. “Don’t move. Stay just like this.”
I looked at him through a daze. He walked to his desk, jerked open a drawer, and pulled out a condom. I realized then my pants had fallen to my ankles.
“Turn around,” he ordered.
I swallowed and did as he asked. In the back of my mind, I thought about suggesting we go into his private bathroom to try and limit the risk. I didn’t say it because the danger heightened the pleasure.
He moved behind me, his hand sliding over my ass and gently squeezing. “You have to be very quiet. Can you do that?”
“I’m about to get really loud if you make me wait any longer,” I said, not caring how needy I sounded.
His knuckles brushed against my bare cheeks as he guided his cock to my entrance. I held my breath, waiting for the moment I was so desperate for. He moved slowly at first, controlled, but I could feel the tension in his body, the effort it was taking to maintain that control.
“More. I won’t break.”
Something snapped in him. He gave me what I asked for. Harder, deeper, faster. I realized I was making noise when his hand slid up to cover my mouth. His face buried itself into my neck and his other hand gripped my hip.
