“Oh?”
He stands. Steps towardme.
“So, um—how should we pass the time?”
Another step closer. Then another. It’s like there’s a circuit looping between us, from him to me and back to him again. I can feel the charge.
At the edge of my vision I see his arm move. A second later the sound of the lock clicking into place.
“I don’t know,” he says, voice low. “Any ideas?”
So many. Judging by the way he’s staring at me, I’d say his are much the same as mine.
I’m cross-eyed from watching him at close range. He’s near enough that I could count his freckles, but I’m too busy having an almost-out-of-body experience to try. He hovers there a moment, his mouth a millimeter away. When he grazes his nose against mine, I’m not sure, but I might actually whimper.
Then he kisses me, and I definitelydo.
Kissing Connor is every bit as amazing as I remember. He is methodical, mapping the contours of my mouth, then sliding along my jaw, down my neck. I have never been kissed like this, ever. It’s slow and firm and certain, like he’s pouring a world of feeling into every movement, and I’m overwhelmed. By all ofit.
When he returns to my mouth and bites down gently on my bottom lip, I’m done for. It goes from chaste to raunchy in a heartbeat. I can feel his hard-on press against me. I’m scrabbling for purchase; my hands on his face, in his hair, clinging to his shoulders. I’m seconds away from climbing him when he peels me off the wall.
I’m vaguely aware that we’re moving, but it’s not until my ass meets the edge of the desk that I realize we’ve changed direction. I lift myself onto it—he offers a helping hand, gripping the back of my thighs to give me the boost I need, those extra few inches lining us up in a way that feels almost indecent. He releases my mouth while his hands find my waist and slide me farther up the table. I have no patience for this interruption. I pull him back to me with force, my legs locking around him. He laughs into my mouth.
“No teasing,” I say breathlessly.
“No teasing,” he agrees, his lips sliding back against mine.
It feels like we’re magnets, pulled together by force. I wrap my arms around his neck, and kiss him, hard, drawing usbackward, until his palm hits the table. The strength of his arm is the only thing holding us even remotely upright.
Another minute of this, then I drop my hands behind me on the table and lift my chest toward him. His hands start roaming, up my sides, then everywhere, cupping, squeezing, his thumbs brushing across my nipples through the fabric of my dress. His pupils are blown all the way out as his eyes track the movement. Seeing him like this only increases my desperation.
Had I known we’d be doing this today I’d have worn something more accommodating. The neckline on my dress leaves no room for maneuver, unless he’s going to unzip it and take it right off me. I’d be open to the idea, but am in no state to make suggestions. I’m practically nonverbal.
Eventually, his hands move downward, sliding across my bare thighs and then up beneath the hem of my skirt until he’s gripping my ass, holding me firmly in place and pressing me tighter to him. We’re aligned so perfectly now that every movement from one sets off a chain reaction in the other, until we’re both panting for air, our mouths coming together before moving away again. My hips move of their own volition.
I can feel myself getting close to something, but it’s not enough. It’s nowhere near enough. “Connor,” I plead, unable to find words for what I want fromhim.
He understands. His hands start to roam again, gliding up the inside of my thigh. I gasp when he finds the edge of my underwear, stroking the lace, and then sliding beneath it. He rubs his fingers up and down the very core of me, humming into my neck.
“Is this what you wanted?” he says, slipping inside me, slowly at first, then firmer, deeper. One finger. Thentwo.
“Here?” He breathes into my ear. “Or here?”
“There,” I gasp, canting my hips against him. He presseshis palm up exactly where I need him most, and then I’m nothing but pure need.
“Yes,” I gasp.
“Yeah?” he says, a smile in his voice.
His hand works me while I desperately move against him, the pressure building so quickly all I can do is cling to his shoulders as he murmurs words of encouragement in my ear. It goes on like this for seconds, or maybe hours.
“Connor,” I gasp. “I’m—”
I don’t even get the words out, but he knows. One moment I’m there, and in the next the world tilts sideways, then stars explode across my vision, obliterating every thought I’ve everhad.
I slump forward, breathing heavily into his neck. Ten seconds ago I wouldn’t have been able to tell you where we were for all the money in the world, but it dawns on me now that we’re still in the office. Instead of banking my desire, the last few minutes have only set it further alight. I don’t care where we are, or what time it is, or how long it takes. My mind is on a single feedback loop:more more more.
I kiss him again, arms around his waist. He cradles the back of my head, gentle as ever, but he can’t hide. I can feel his erection pressed between my thighs.
