Me: Just dinner. Will you have Crew?
Kelsey: Yes! Tom will be on the East Coast and staying with us for a few days. But I have Crew that night.
Kelsey’s co-parenting arrangement with Crew’s father was mind-boggling. With his career as a professional hockey player and Sam’s as a pitcher, her son traveled more than I ever would. When Kelsey was a single mother, I could never have imagined that she would somehow find a more complicated arrangement. She did, but she was happier than ever.
When I checked the time, I realized I needed to rush, or else I would be late for my one - on - one. The second meeting was labeled as Colby’s introduction to senior staff and was a media event in the afternoon.
When I arrived outside his office, his assistant gestured for me to go inside.
“Mr. Crosby said to send you right in.”
I thanked her and opened the door, finding Jonathan working at his desk. His office was exactly as I expected—spotless, with ample meeting space and a large mahogany desk.
He stood and stalked to the door, pressing the lock before boxing me in against the door.
“You drive me crazy.” His mouth slammed into mine. My lips parted, and I yielded to his invasion. “Did you wear this skirt on purpose?”
“Yes.”
He pressed his hips into mine. And I could feel just how crazed I had made him. “Take it off.”
He pulled away, giving me enough room to follow his direction. I stared at him and liked what I saw. The controlled man who had sent me home wanting last night was gone. He was feral. His chest heaved, pupils blown; he was barely holding it together.
“Fuck.” His response as I dropped my skirt to the floor only served to embolden me. I loved my body and had always been comfortable and confident in my skin. How he looked at me made me feel like I could run the world. I hadn’t intended anyone to see the black lace panties I slipped on this morning, but man, I was glad I picked them.
“On the desk.”
When I hesitated, he paused.
“Is this okay?”
“More than okay.”
“One word from you and we stop. Okay?”
I answered by sitting on the edge of the desk, leaning back, and putting myself on display for him. He spread my legs, moving to stand between them, cupped my cheek, and kissed me once more. He unbuttoned my blouse and stared down at me.
“These tits, Kendra, they’re going to do me in.” He moved the cups out of the way, the cool air hitting my nipples right before he sucked one into his hot mouth.
I cried out and immediately stifled the sound, remembering where we were.
“Don’t worry. We’re soundproof in here. You can be as loud as you want to be.”
His tongue swirled over the sensitive, taut peak, and I let out a throaty moan, my fingers feathering into his hair. His erection put pressure against my center, and I ground my hips against his, noticing the dampness left on the front of his tan trousers.
His hand traced a line up my inner thigh, fingering the edge of my lace panties before dipping inside. Jonathan’s mouth was a trail of heat as he worked his way from my breasts to my hips until he dropped on his knees in front of me.
“Are you attached to these?” He asked as he continued to run his fingers under the band of my panties.
“Jonathan, please.”
“Please, what?”
“Get rid of them.”
I gasped, the cool air hit my clit as the delicate fabric tore. He stuffed the remnants into his pocket. It was going to be an uncomfortable workday, but as his tongue made its first swipe, I forgot the world.
“My God, your fucking taste—it’s so much better than I imagined.”
