“Jesus, that’s cold,” Forest says.
I shrug. “They’ve been married for twenty years, and she said she didn’t want their kids to find out about their father’s affair yet if they were to get a divorce. She’d rather spend the next few years pretending it didn’t happen so the kids wouldn’t hate him, not to mention how many followers they would lose if their audience found out.” I tut and shake my head. “If you did that to me, I’d take you for every cent.”
“I would never do that to you,” he says, bending lower, grazing his fingertips between my shoulder blades.
I scowl, staring straight ahead, trying to remain unaffected by his proximity. “I meant if any man I was with did that…”
“Right,” he says, blowing out a long breath, his hand falling away. “I’ll put together an updated investment strategy for the new account and give Mr. Carson a call.”
I lift the lip of the laptop, waiting for him to leave my desk, frustrated when he doesn’t.
“Autumn?”
“What?”
“I miss you.”
I jerk my head to the side. “You see me every day.”
He swivels my chair around and crouches before me, backlit by the window. “You know that’s not what I mean.”
“You can’t miss something you never had,” I insist, my throat dry as I look upon the man kneeling before me.
“I definitely had you.” He rests his hands on my calves, and when my breath hitches at the intimacy, he slides his palms up. “And I miss having you.” He waits a beat, watching me closely, then suddenly hooks his hands behind my knees and slides my bottom toward the edge of the chair. “Tell me I can have you again.”
When I can do nothing but try to remember to keep breathing, he kisses the inside of my right knee while he slowly works my dress higher up my thighs. It’s another one of Bailey’s creations, but with a more modest neckline and hemline, appropriate enough for the office. My lips part, but the only sound that comes out is a breathy moan when he kisses the inside of my left knee. I even let him slip my high heels off and don’t protest when he massages the bottom of my bare feet just right with his thumbs. I bet he’s harder than he’s ever been before when he kisses the insides of my ankles, his lashes fluttering—the freak.
“Say yes, angel,” he pleads.
With my belly swooping the longer I allow him to touch me, my heart in my throat, I finally whisper, “Just this once.”
Forest spares no time working my thong down and off my legs, then resting my feet on his shoulders. When I drop my knees open to the sides, he buries his face in my pussy with a hungry groan. He’s voracious in his attempt to get me to cum as he circles my upper thighs and yanks me ever closer. I drop my head back, writhing on his tongue as he massages my clit with the tip and slips a finger inside me.
“Yes, baby,” I cry, combing my fingers through his hair as I jerk my hips up.
Forest takes a gasping breath when he jerks back, his mouth and chin glistening with my arousal, furiously working at the knot in his tie—one I bought for him—so he can pull it off. He presses the material against my lips, and as soon as I bite down on it, he dives back in, pushing two fingers inside me.
I whimper and whine around his tie as he curls his fingers, massaging a spot inside me that heats my belly and builds exponentially. I’m close to shredding the material with my teeth as my toes curl when I reach my climax. Forest laps at my pussy when I gush my release, licking every inch of me as mythighs twitch and tremble uncontrollably. I’m a boneless heap on my chair when Forest finishes cleaning me with his tongue, and I limply hand him his tie so he can wipe his face.
“Thank you, angel,” he says with a guttural voice, as if I’ve done him a favor instead of the other way around.
I look between us as my chest heaves. His long, hard cock strains against the denim fabric, making my mouth water for a taste. If this is going to be a “just this once” event, then I want to return the favor and see how many rounds we can go before we’re both depleted. Just as I start to slink off my chair so I can kneel, there is a short knock preceded by the door swinging open. Forest goes white as a sheet before diving under my desk.
It’s a much-needed bucket of ice-cold water, bringing me back to my senses, and I quickly straighten and shove my dress down with insurmountable dread. It won’t matter that I’m one of the co-owner’s daughters—I’ve gone too far, caught engaging in a sexual act at work, and Dad will have no choice but to fire me. I hold back tears when I turn to face the door.
“Oh, thank god,” I croak, dropping my chin.
Barbara is glowing with humor when she steps up to my desk and bends to peer under it, holding a pen and notepad. “I’m taking lunch orders from the deli for the quarterly meeting. What would you like?”
Forest clears his throat, gripping my ankle painfully tight as if I’m his lifeline. “Can I please get the Reuben sandwich and a cup of chili?”
“Sure thing.” Barbara chuckles after writing down Forest’s order. “And you?” she asks me.
“Classic BLT, please,” I answer.
“You got it.” At the door, she winks at me. “Oh, to be young and in love again.”
“We’re not—” I start to protest.
