“I wish I didn’t. Believe me, I hate even thinking about it, but…Idocare about you. I especially care if you’re sleeping with other guys while you’re sleeping with me.”
She swallowed. “Gareth, just because we sleep together doesn’t mean you can lay claim to me.”
“I want a new clause,” he murmured, leaning slowly toward her. He placed his hand next to her head. “An exclusivity clause. For the time we are sleeping together.”
“No.” She didn’t want to sleep with anyone else, but she didn’t want him to know that. He already had too much power over her.
“It would apply to me too, you know,” he murmured, his other hand landing on the other side of her head.
“So?” she asked hoarsely, her heart rate quickening. “Why should I care?”
“Ah. So you wouldn’t care if I did this to every woman here?” he whispered, gently kissing her neck and jaw and tugging at her earlobe with his teeth.
A treacherous shudder ran through her body. “Sure, go ahead,” she murmured despite herself, pressing herself harder against the door. “I wouldn’t care.”
“What about this?” He slid his hands down her arms and back up her torso, brushing his lips lightly against hers.
Her breathing grew shallow as he ran his fingers under her breasts, undid a button, and traced her collarbone with his index fingers. He traced the edge of her bra, still kissing her, but not really kissing her. He was just giving her a taste until she wanted itall.
No. She would kill him if he did this to anyone else.
“I don’t care,” she breathed, even as she arched her body toward him.
God, she loved how hard he’d gotten from just this innocent touching.
“Is that it? You wouldn’t care if this wasn’t your skirt…” He bunched the fabric around her hips before running his hands up her thighs and scratching at the sheer pantyhose. “…or if I asked another woman to spread her legs for me?”
Her feet slid apart of their own accord as he teased the inside of her thighs, moving higher and higher up with his rough fingertips.
“Gareth, we’re at work. We’re not allowed to…”
“I don’t care,” he whispered, rubbing her hard through the fabric of her pantyhose. “You’ve been gone too long.”
Hazel gasped, her knees threatening to buckle, but Gareth slid one of his thighs between hers, holding her upright.
“If we’re going to break rules today,” he murmured – and the next moment, there was a ripping sound. He’d torn a hole in the crotch of her hose. “I’d better do it properly.” He lowered his mouth to hers, dipping his tongue between her lips and his finger inside her.
Hazel sank helplessly onto his thigh, her back pressed against the door, while Gareth rubbed his thumb over her clit and thrust into her a second time, this time with his index and middle finger.
Heat built rapidly within her, intensified by Gareth’s tongue and teeth on her neck, and his devilish hands, until she…until she almost…
“But you know, if you don’t care if I do this to someone else…” he whispered in her ear and then abruptly withdrew his fingers, “...maybe I should give up my nonexistent standards altogether. This arrangement doesn’t work for me if you’re sleeping with other men at the same time.”
“What?” Her eyes widened. “No! Don’t stop.”
He took a step back. “That’s my condition, Hazel.”
“What? No! Gareth, quit this bullshit.” She slid her hands into his hair. “You can’t turn me on and then call it quits! I…I need you. Now.”
“Hm, that’s too bad,” he said, unfazed, his hands in his pockets. “Because you called me Mr. Snark, violating our contract. I think this is a fitting punishment.”
“Fitting? Torture is illegal, Gareth!”
“Not according to our contract. So we should stop here. After all, we’re at work and…”
“Oh, no…” She pulled his head toward her and kissed the words from him open-mouthed. “No, no. Wewon’tstop.” She might implode if they did, so she wrapped a leg around his hip and pressed the heel of her shoe into his butt, rubbing herself against his hard length.
But Gareth didn’t react. He merely smiled against her lips, letting her continue, but his hands remained in his pockets, not touching her where she needed them.
