“When you come, I don’t want you to come just thinking about me. I want you to come because I made you come.” He bit my lower lip. “I want you to be hot and ready for me.”
He released me. “Trust me, it will be worth the wait.”
I almost touched myself after he left but blew out a breath of frustration. Beck was right. I wanted him, not whatever image of him was in my head.
And if he wanted to play games, then that was fine by me.
I didmy best to ignore Beck the next day at work.
When he reached for me after I brought him his afternoon tea, I wrapped my arms around him, making sure my tits were in his face, then I forced his jaw up to kiss me.
“Wish you had fucked me last night?” I asked against his mouth.
He made a strangled noise then said, “Yes.”
“Too bad.”
“We could rectify it now,” he suggested, large hands circling me to grip my ass.
I moaned against his mouth then cursed and jumped away from him when someone knocked on the door.
“What is it, Cressida?” Beck asked sharply.
She glared at me.
“I just wanted to know if you wanted to go over the new hires that were picked for the intern program. They’re going to be placed in the forensic accounting department.”
Beck rubbed a hand over his jaw.
I wondered if Cressida had seen us. Was she going to make my life difficult? Or at least more difficult than it already was?
“She’s so thirsty,” Maeve muttered to me when I sat back down at my desk.
“She’s just the worst,” I agreed.
“So have you slept with him yet?” Maeve asked conversationally.
“No,” I admitted, “but we made out.”
“You made out with Beck? Oh my god!” She clapped a hand over her mouth then jumped up, dragged me to the bathroom, and slammed the door.
“Was he into it? Was he good? I need all the details!”
I wrinkled my nose. “I was kind of still drunk and had eaten a lot of cupcakes. All I remember is that it was so freaking amazing. I was ready to just do him right there on the couch.”
“Oh my god, Cressida is going to flip her shit when she finds out!” Maeve said, giddy.
I grabbed my friend. “She can’t find out. You know how she is!”
“She’s going to find out eventually,” Maeve reminded me. “If you guys are waltzing around town, going for brunch, people are going to figure it out.”
I chewed on my lip. “I think she might have seen us.”
“You were making out with him in his office?”
“Is that a cliché? It feels like a cliché.”
“If the cliché gets you off, then it’s worth it,” Maeve said, pressing her hands together.
