He turns his back, dismissing her, as we step onto the elevator, and she scurries off like a scared dog.
“Jeez. That was very Leo-like of you to snap.”
He rolls his eyes. “She’s a good architect, but she’s a pain in the ass, and trust me, she’s seen nothing yet. If she thinks she can butt in, putting your name in her mouth, she’s fucking delusional.”
We get off on the floor above, where Nate’s office is.
“Dramatic.” I apply my lip balm and follow him into his office, ignoring more heads turning as we go. “So what business matter did you need to discuss, Mr. Davenport?”
“The business of my dick inside of your cunt,” he says deadpan, then locks the door.
A laugh escapes my lips. “Not in your office.”
He presses the button to shade his glass office, then leans against his desk, crossing his arms and legs. “Are you telling me no?”
He knows I can’t.
He crooks his finger, and I follow blindly.
My heart beat picks up at the thought of him finding what I wore for him today.
I don’t know what came over me, too much time with my naughty Nate, but I’m suddenly nervous.
Of course, he senses it.
“What is it?” he asks, swiping my loose hair behind my ear.
I bite my lip, contemplating telling him, but I know that finding it will be ten times better.
“Are you sure it’s locked?”
He reaches out, takes my wrists, and pulls me forward, causing me to fall into his chest. Then wraps one hand around my back, and the other glides down to my behind.
“You know better than that. The thought of someone seeing what’s mine makes me murderous.”
He leans forward to leave a trail of kisses up my neck before biting down on my earlobe
“I do love it when you’re jealous.” My words are breathy and barely above a whisper. “But…”
“But?” He blows out a deep breath, one that sounds as if he’s been holding it in all day.
He’s still stressed, and I know sex for Nate is the best way to calm his ball of anxiety, and I promised I’d take care of him.
I’m going to blow his mind and make him forget all his worries.
“Kiss me, Mr. Davenport.”
He pushes my skirt up and palms my whole cheek, squeezing so tight it’s almost painful.
Our eyes lock, and the arousal around us swirls so fast my knees weaken from the intensity.
He pushes forward, so I lean back on the desk, sending papers flying, and wrap my legs around him to steady myself.
He hovers over me and kisses me, quickly taking control, sliding his tongue through my parted mouth. It turns desperate as he grinds his erection into my already sensitive center.
Both of us clearly are on edge.
This is my favorite thing about us—our kisses. We kiss like we’ve been starved for one another, even if we kissed only minutes or hours ago.
