“Why are you ignoring my texts?”
I grit my teeth and shoot him a look. “Maybe because not all of them were exactly work appropriate.”
Stopping in front of my office, I open the door and step inside.
Not waiting for an invitation, he follows me in. I’m more than ready to lecture him on boundaries and timing, but before I can get out a single word, the door clicks shut behind us. Then, in one smooth motion, my back is against it, one of his hands on my waist, while the other rests just inches above my head.
Thank goodness it’s made of solid oak, since I don’t even want to think about what people would be saying if they saw us like this.
“How is this for work appropriate?” He leans in closer, his warm breath brushing against my cheek.
“Equally not appropriate,” I whisper, hating how breathy I sound.
“Then tell me to stop,” he suggests, burying himself in my neck before tracing my jawline with his nose.
“Fletch…” I warn.
“That’s not telling me to stop,” he whispers as he reaches my ear and grazes the sensitive skin with his teeth.
“We shouldn’t…” I say, and even I can tell my argument is flimsy at best.
Heading back down, this time he uses his lips, making a trail along my neck toward my collarbone. With his nose, he nudges aside the fabric of my red tank and lathers my skin with even more kisses.
“Use your words, Hollis. If you want me to stop, you have to say it...” he says, nipping at my skin before soothing it with his tongue.
“No,” I finally manage, and he stops all movement as it becomes obvious he misunderstood. “Wait—no, don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
“As you wish,” he says, reaching for my hand before pinning it against the door above us. He continues to lather my skin in kisses as his free hand moves under my shirt and up my stomach, and toward my bra-covered chest.
I arch into his touch and I let out a shaky breath, caught between all the different sensations he’s causing. “Kiss me,” I plead. My free hand finds his cheek as I guide his lips to mine.
He kisses me, hard, before his tongue runs across my lips, begging for entrance that I soon grant, happily welcoming him as I bury my hand in the back of his hair.
While still keeping my one hand pinned, his other slides back down my shirt before lowering past the waistband of my black nylon gym shorts.
Our kisses turn frantic, especially as he palms me over my now incredibly wet panties as I gasp into his mouth.
“Already so wet and ready for me,” he coos against my lips.
He pushes aside the fabric before his fingers run along my slick slit.
My lips break contact, as my head falls back against the door and a whimper escapes my lips. He continues with the teasing as he slowly works his fingers toward my clit. He circles the ball of nerves before pinching it between his fingers as my body jerks toward his touch.
“So needy,” he says, his voice deep and throaty as he runs his thumb over the small nub, my body fully igniting and surrendering with each touch.
“You like that, don’t you, Holls?” he asks, and I attempt to nod.
He buries his face in my neck as he continues to give me exactly what I want and need before moving his finger lower toward my dripping center and sliding into me with ease.
I let out a soft moan. In a bedroom that sound would be more than fine, but with us in our place of work and in my office it’s a far cry from being appropriate.
“Shhh.” He leans in close. “You do make the prettiest sounds, but we can’t have the whole team knowing just how good I make you feel, now can we?” he growls, before sliding in a second finger.
I bite my lip, doing everything I can to hold back the cries that want to break free.
“What a good girl you are,” he murmurs, continuing to pump his fingers in and out of me. “And so well behaved.”
I’m not sure that’s true, especially as he uses his thumb to brush my throbbing clit, while continuing to thrust. I lose all control as a loud cry escapes, but luckily he catches the sound as he presses his lips into mine.
