I stood on my toes to kiss him. “Well, I thinkyou’rethe hardest things I’ve ever done.”
That got a surprised smile from him. He ran a hand through his hair, easily putting it all back into place with just one move. “I might be a bad influence on you.”
“What happens if we get caught?” I asked quietly.
“That’s not your concern.”
I shot him a skeptical look. “Of course it’s my concern. If this blows up, I’m the one who looks like a hoebag sleeping with her boss.”
“If this blows up, I’m the one who takes the heat. I’m your boss. I’m the CEO. I’m the one with the power in this dynamic. If anyone tries to make this your fault, they’ll have to go through me first.”
“That’s not how it works. You know that’s not how it works. I’ll get a scarlet letter on my chest and you’ll get high-fives from your drinking buddies.”
His eyes met mine and he shook his head. “I’ll do whatever it takes to protect you.”
“You better.”
Dane dropped a kiss on my lips and stepped back. “I have that meeting in ten, right?”
We were back in work mode. “Yes.”
With one final adjustment, I opened the door and stepped out. I glanced around and found no one staring at me or stealing furtive glances. No one really heard us? What a relief.
Everyone had their own work to occupy themselves. They didn’t care if I slipped into Dane’s office for fifteen minutes.
I sat down at my desk and pretended I didn’t just get banged like a stubborn nail against the door.
We were absolutely playing with fire. But some things were worth getting burned for. And Dane Kavanagh was definitely worth it.
CHAPTER 28
DANE
My body hummed with energy, that post-coital bliss still rolling through me in waves. As much as I had gotten around, I could honestly say I had never fucked in my office before. Ina was a first in more ways than one, and damn, it had been hot.
I wasn’t a guy with what the kids called a bunch of kinks. Sex was sex to me. All roads led to the same destination. But holy shit. Having her pressed up against my door while we could be discovered at any time had been hot.
The forbidden nature of it had heightened every single one of my senses. I’d been acutely aware of every phone ringing in the outer office, the low hum of voices discussing deadlines and campaign metrics, the footsteps that passed by my door.
It had intensified everything. The sensation of being buried deep inside her, the way her breath hitched when I hit just the right angle, and the heat of her skin under my hands. The scent of her still clung to me. Her shampoo was something fruity. Her perfume was a thick, sweet vanilla that had me craving ice cream.
Even now, sitting in this meeting with Heidi droning on about the next campaign, I could still feel the ghost of her around me, calling to me.
I shifted in my chair, trying to focus on the presentation slides Heidi was clicking through. Spring campaign strategies. Target demographics. Projected engagement rates. All things I normally cared deeply about, considering they directly impacted our bottom line.
But my thoughts kept drifting back to Ina. To what we could get up to later at my place. She’d mentioned she had a gift for me, and my imagination had immediately gone into the gutter.
Lingerie, maybe. Something black and lacy that would make me harder than college algebra.
Or maybe something edible. Chocolate sauce. Whipped cream. I wasn’t picky, as along as I got to consume it right off her body, quivering beneath me.
Or maybe she would just wrap a bow around herself and let me unwrapher.
My phone vibrated against the polished conference table, the buzz cutting through my increasingly inappropriate daydream. I glanced down and saw a text from Henry, the head of IT.
Henry:Having issues with the matchmakers. Can you come down when you have a minute?
I stared at the message, my good mood deflating. Issues with the matchmakers could mean anything from a minor software glitch to a full-scale rebellion. Given that we were about to hire ten new matchmakers and roll out a major system update next week, we couldn’t afford any catastrophes.
