I walk into the lobby, crowded with employees pouring out after work.Everyone stares at me like I don’t belong, maybe because I’m the only one walking against the current toward the elevators instead of the exit.
“Hey.”Laird heads my way with a faint smile.Just like he texted, he’s been waiting for me in his office.
“Hi, babe.”I lean in to kiss him, but he pulls back before our lips touch.
“Why?”I frown.
“This is an office,” he mutters, clearing his throat and glancing around.
“Oh.”I glance too, noticing most desks are already empty.A handful of people remain, but clearly he doesn’t want any attention.
“Has your boss left?”I ask.
“Yeah, she was out at three for a client meeting,” he nods, taking the food bag from me.
Relief washes over me.At least Rebecca’s not here, though that doesn’t mean I should stick around too long.The sooner I leave, the better.
We head toward his desk.The new lawyer’s cubicle nearby is empty, his lamp the only light on.“You’re working late alone?”I ask.
“Yup.Nobody wants to help because this one’s pro bono,” he says, peeking into the bag.
“Pro bono?”
“Free legal services.Company’s way of showing social responsibility.”
“Oh.”My mouth pops open in another little O.
“You bought a lot.Planning for me to sleep at the office?”He raises an eyebrow, half-smiling at the bag.
“I figured you’d be here late and not come home with me,” I blink.
“You’re right.I’ve got a ton to prep for tomorrow morning,” he chuckles.
“Let me get plates from the pantry,” I offer, but he holds my arm.
“I’ll eat later when I’m hungry.”
“Oh, I thought we were having dinner here.”My lips part, surprised our plans don’t match.
With Tom, I used to sit through his late nights over takeout.I thought Laird would want the same.Guess I was wrong, and I hate that I even compared them.
“No, I’m still full,” he says, shaking his head.
“Alright then.I’ll head home,” I mutter, swallowing disappointment with pride.
“Not so fast.”He yanks my wrist back, dragging me close.His mouth finds my ear, voice low.“I’ve been losing my mind thinking about you with Alan.Did he touch you?”
My pulse spikes.“That was nothing.This is real.”I kiss him.
This time he kisses me back, rough, desperate.Tongue shoving deep, teeth scraping, his grip bruising my arm.Heat flashes through me, uncontrollable.
He drags me into a side room and locks it.Archive storage.Dark, cramped, shelves pressing close.My back slams the metal.His hands are already under my sweater, yanking my bra up, mouth latching on my nipple so hard I cry out.
“Fuck,” I gasp, arching into him.He sucks like he’s starving, biting, tongue flicking, switching sides without mercy.His hand pinches the nipple he leaves behind, twisting until I choke out a moan.
He shoves my skirt up, panties down, no hesitation.His fingers slam straight between my legs, two shoved inside me before I can even breathe.
“You’re fucking dripping,” he growls against my ear, voice shredded with lust.
