“I think we should go to my office,” I say, straightening my tie. “You owe me a thank you for rescuing you.”
She snorts, raising her brows as she smooths out her skirt. “I think you owe me, actually.”
I lean in, grin wide. “Then let’s negotiate the situation.”
She bites down on her plump lower lip, suddenly looking unsure. “Are you sure that’s a good idea…”
“It’s anemergency.”
She shakes her head, rolls her eyes, but follows me back down the hall.
Half the office is still milling around, gossiping about who burned the popcorn, but we make it back to my glass-walled den of iniquity. I open the door, gesture her in, and close it behind us. Quickly, I hit the button to make the glass opaque, protecting us from prying eyes.
Maddy stands in the center of the room, arms crossed, but her eyes are on me. “I really don’t know about this.”
“I do.” I place my hands on her waist and pull her in. She doesn’t resist. She tips her head back, mouth parted, and I kiss her—slow at first, just a hint of tongue, the taste of her lip gloss sweet and familiar. She meets me, pushes back, fingers tangling in my hair.
“This is stupid,” she breathes into me.
“You seem tense,” I say to her, kissing my way down her jaw. “Let me make you feel better.”
I let my hands slide down to her ass, grab a handful, and pull her against me. She presses her hips forward, grinding against my erection, and it takes every ounce of self-control not to just bend her over the desk right now.
But I break the kiss and lean my forehead against hers. “You’re going to ruin me, you know that? I want you all the fucking time.”
She laughs, but I see the hesitation in her eyes. “But I don’t want to get in trouble…”
“The only one in trouble is me.” I kneel in front of her, drag her skirt up, and run my hands along the outside of her thighs. She’s wearing black lace underwear, and the sight of it makes my cock jump.
I nuzzle her through the fabric, kissing up the inside of her legs, and she gasps, steadying herself on my shoulders. I tug her panties down, letting them drop to her ankles.
“You smell so good, Maddy.” I look up, meeting her eyes as I lean my head against her body. “Let me fucking have you.”
She nods, and I don’t wait another second. I slide my tongue along her slit, slow and deep, then up to her clit. She arches her back, fingers tightening in my hair.
She’s sweet, salty, perfect. I lose myself in it, alternating hard flicks of my tongue with gentle sucks, until she’s biting back quiet little whines and her thighs are shaking against my face.
It’s a fucking rush.
“That’s it, babygirl.” I work her up, slow at first, then faster as I feel her get closer to coming. “I want you all over my face.” Her hips rock against me, small gasps turning to desperate whimpers. She’s right on the edge.
And then there’s a goddamnknockon the door.
We both freeze.
“Beck!” Oh fuck. Fuck. It’s Adrian.
Maddy shoves me off her, jerks up her underwear, and then shoves her skirt back down. I stand to my feet, wipe my mouth on my sleeve, more annoyed than panicked.
Talk about a fucking cockblock.
I open the door to see him standing there, arms crossed, face a thundercloud of authority. He jerks his head, a silent command for me to come out.Now.
I turn back to glance at Maddy.
Her entire body goes rigid. “Oh shit,” she whispers. “Am I in trouble?”
“No,” I mutter. “If anyone’s getting a talking to, it’s me.”
