His hands slipped around her waist, pulling her flush against him, feathering kisses along the side of her throat before whispering in her ear, “I’m up for a little trouble.”
“What?” she gasped. “Here?”
When he responded by slipping his hands beneath the straps of her sundress and sliding them down her arms until it began to peel her dress off, she sidestepped out of his reach and pulled the bodice of her dress back up to cover her bare breasts. “Gabe!” she said with a chuckle. “If we get caught, I could lose my job!”
Grinning, she shook her head and turned back around to grab the file from the top of her desk, but clearly that was a mistake. The next thing she knew, his strong hands had slipped beneath the hem of her dress and were sliding lightly up her legs.
She shuddered, her breath catching in her lungs at his touch. “Gabe,” she gasped as his hands reached her thong.
He hooked his thumbs under the elastic and slid her panties down her legs until he reached her ankles. Then he gently lifted one foot and then the other, divesting her of the scrap of an undergarment. “Should I stop?” he murmured as his hands drifted back up her legs.
She knew she should. She opened her mouth to tell him so, but all that came out was a loud moan as one hand slipped between her legs. His finger delved insider her, caressing gently, tenderly. Maddeningly.
“Oh God,” she gasped. She bent forward, bracing herself against her desk as the pleasure of his touch overtook her.
He withdrew slowly and a moment later, cool air hit her skin as he shoved her dress up around her hips. In the next moment, she felt his tongue on her, delving between her folds, tasting and teasing as his fingers resumed their caress.
Her breath quickened as her release rushed up on her, and she no longer cared about someone walking in, didn’t care about the fact that she was violating pretty much every office policy imaginable. Her thoughts were only for the maddening pleasure that had her writhing and panting and shuddering with a loud cry that filled her office.
She’d not even finished before Gabe had managed to put on a condom and thrust into her. Her moan blended with his guttural groan.
“God, yes,” she panted as he began to thrust, hard and fast, all gentleness having vanished as his skin slapped against hers.
His hands grasped her hips, his fingers digging into her skin where he clutched her tightly, the pressure adding to the intensity of her pleasure as the world began to spin.
His tempo increased as her muscles spasmed; then he thrust once more, long and deep, with a hoarse cry. She thought he would withdraw, but then he was thrusting again, his breath hot on the back of her neck, and a moment later they were shuddering together for a second time.
Finally, he pressed a kiss to her shoulder, to the back of her neck. “Sorry. I had a few ideas of my own.”
She rolled her hips against him with a breathy chuckle. “Gotta say, lover, I think I like the way your mind works.”
He brushed feathery light kisses along the back of her neck again before finally withdrawing, then snatched several tissues from a box on the corner of her desk and handed them to her.
When she’d discarded the tissues, she let the skirt of her dress fall back into place and started to pull the straps back up over her shoulders, but he stilled her hands. “Allow me.”
He bent, taking her breast into his mouth and teasing the already-hard bud before switching to the other. Then with a resigned sigh, he pulled her straps back up to her shoulders. “I’ve got to get you home. These clothes are just getting in the way.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him long and deep, assuring him she was thinking the same thing, then pulled back, giving him a grin. “Why don’t you go get the car and come back to get me? I don’t think my knees could carry me the few blocks back to where you parked.”
He chuckled, the sound sending a shiver of need through her. “I’ll meet you downstairs in five minutes.”
* * *
Gabe tossed his keys up and caught them midair, not bothering to hide what had to be a stupid-looking grin. Hell, as happy as he was at that moment, he could’ve skipped down the sidewalk, tossing fucking flowers up in the air or some ridiculous shit.
Even being away from Elle now in the few minutes it was going to take for him to walk to the car and pull it around to pick her up was too long. All he wanted to do was hold her in his arms, feel the incredible warmth of her body pressed into his, and never let her go.
He gave himself a quick mental shake, wondering what the hell had happened to him. He’d never felt like this with anyone—not even Audrey.
But Elle, what he felt for her… Well, hell—it defied explanation. He almost felt like if he even tried to put it into words, whatever came out of his mouth would just cheapen what he was really feeling because he wouldn’t even be able to come close.
The intensity of it made him want to run down Main Street, whooping and shouting and thumping his chest, but it also scared the shit out of him. Because she was it. At least for him. But he had no guarantee that she felt the same way, no matter what she might’ve admitted to when she was half-asleep.
When he reached his car, he took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Damn. He was a fucking mess. He chuckled quietly and shook his head.
“Excuse me.”
He’d been so in his own head, he started at the sudden, quiet voice behind him and turned so quickly that the woman who’d spoken leaped back a step, her eyes wide.
