“You almost got me in trouble in a board meeting today,” I tell her.
She scoffs, swallowing her bite of noodles. “How canIget you in trouble? I was at home.”
“You were texting me.”
“Not my problem,” she says, a teasing glint in her eye. “Just put your phone on silent and ignore me next time.”
“Well, you were being hard to ignore.”
“That’s what I like to hear.” Without pausing, she gestures around at my office and says, “So, this is where the magic happens, huh?”
“If by magic, you mean finalizing sales reports, checking emails and meeting with clients, then… yeah. I guess so.”
Her gaze sweeps around the room, taking in the floor-to-ceiling windows on two walls and the sitting area on the other side of the office, with its little coffee table and armchairs. “It’s one hell of an office.”
“It’s just a workplace,” I say, bemused. “It’s nothing special.”
“Are you kidding? It’s huge,andyou’ve got art on the walls. Hell—there’s atreein here.That’sfancy.” She points to the corner with her chopsticks, where interior design placed a tasteful potted ficus.
I huff a laugh and take another bite of my lunch. As I eat, I try to look at this place through her eyes. I guess it is impressive. The artwork in this building was curated by the same design team that works on Eastwood hotel lobbies, and it’s all designed to be pleasing to the eye.
Figures. This place is all about optics.
The memory of my meeting with my father, an unwanted shadow on an otherwise pleasant lunch, flits through my mind. Hesitantly, I say, “By the way, speaking of fancy things…”
She grimaces. “Oh, no.”
“My father wants you to come to dinner with the family this week. So that he can, uh, get to know you a little better.”
“Is that all?” Olivia’s expression clears. “That’s fine. I can handle a family dinner.”
“Of course,” I say. I don’t want to tell her any of the specifics from my conversation with my father. I’m worried that she’ll become self-conscious, or nervous, and I’d rather keep this whole affair as casual as possible.
As Olivia and I are finishing up our lunch, she glances over at the door, a gleam in her eye. At that look on her face, my heartbeat picks up again, just as it did in the meeting earlier.
“I’ve got to ask,” she says with a mischievous grin, “does our friends-with-benefits situation only apply at your place, or does it work here, too?”
I feel my cock twitch, already as hard as it was during the meeting. “It applies here, too.”
Olivia’s lashes flutter as her teeth sink into her plush bottom lip, and there’s something about the way she’s looking at me right now that makes my chest go tight and my cock throb against the front of my pants. No woman has ever affected me the way she does. I’m already half wrecked just watching herthinkabout whatever she’s planning to do.
Her eyes flick toward the closed office door, and another smile tugs at the corner of her mouth. Then she slips out of her chair, dropping to her hands and knees before crawling under my desk with a sway of her hips that has my pulse climbing into my throat. I roll my chair back a little to make room for her as she settles herself between my legs, and the sight of her down there in the shadow of the desk, looking up at me, makes me grip the armrests hard enough that the leather creaks.
Her hand finds the hard outline of my cock through my pants, and she traces along the shape of it with her fingertips lightly, watching my face as I struggle to stay composed. I let out a low groan and shift in my seat, the friction of her hand throughthe fabric somehow worse than no contact at all. She’s barely touching me, and I’m already aching.
“You’re teasing me, baby,” I rasp. “You’d better be careful.”
“Who’s teasing?”
She bats her lashes up at me with an innocent expression that doesn’t fool either of us, and the urge to drag her up onto the desk and bury myself in her right here and now is almost more than I can stand.
Her fingers find my belt, and she works the buckle open slowly, letting the leather slide free with a soft hiss. Then she moves on to the button at my waistband, popping it open before sliding my sipper down. She’s taking her time, drawing it out, and I can feel my heartbeat in my cock by the time she finally reaches into my boxers and frees me. The relief of feeling her delicate hand wrapped around my length is so sharp that I groan low in my throat, and my jaw clenches as she tightens her grip a little.
“Goddamn,” I manage to choke out. “You gonna suck me off under my desk? You’re such a dirty girl, Olivia.”
“Iwasn’t,” she replies, looking up at me through her lashes. “Until you offered to distract me after a bad day. I think you unlocked something inside me that night. I like it.”
“Fuck, I do too.”
