“Waiting for what?” I took a step closer and Jace reached down to his lap, shifting uncomfortably.
“I promised to stay professional in this office, Kayden. I’m trying very hard to do that, so if you want to meet me in my office in a few minutes to debrief, that would be preferable to you continuing to stand here.”
I furrowed my brow before realization dawned on me and I inhaled sharply. “Are you”—I walked closer, trying to look at his lap, but he had it tucked under the table—“are you hard right now? Oh, please tell me you’re hiding an erection. That will make my fucking day.”
“Keep your voice down,” he hissed. “This isn’t something that generally happens to me and I’d rather we ignore the problem until it goes away.”
I pressed a hand over my mouth and fought the laughter threatening to bubble out of me. The thought of him being so consumed by lust for me that he’d become hard in the middle of a crowded boardroom filled me with absolute glee.
“What happened?” I asked, taking a step closer. Jace scooted back in his chair just enough for me to see the outline of his erection across his right thigh. A shot of lust coursed through my body.
“What do you think happened?” he asked, glancing out the window of the conference room. Sutton and one of the board members stepped onto an elevator. Thankfully, everyone else was already gone. Rita worked at her desk, which was facing away from us.
I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth. “Do you get turned on by business proposals, Jace?”
“Hardly,” he groaned. “And will you stop looking at it? The more you do that the worse it gets.”
I smirked. “I can’t lie to you, this is hot.”
He glared at me. “This is embarrassing. I am closer to blowing in my pants than I’ve ever been in my life. So, if you don’t mind, I need a minute—preferably with you in the other room—because I am a thirty-two-year-old, well-fucked man who shouldn’t be in this position right now.”
I pulled out the chair next to him and he groaned as I sat down, leaning toward him. “I really want to stay.”
“Oh, fuck me,” Jace grumbled. He pointed to one of the buttons in the center of the table. “At least shut the damn shades if you’re going to prolong my torture.”
I chuckled and stood up, pressed the button, and waited for the shades to lower before sitting back in the chair and leaning forward. I put my hands on Jace’s knees, and his entire body tensed as he drew in a sharp breath.
“Tell me what made you so hard,” I said, feeling more confident with him than I’d ever felt with anybody else. His blatant desire for me was a huge turn-on and ego boost.
He blew out a breath. “You, of course. I don’t know what it is about you, but you really are fucking brilliant. Plus, I know how hot you are beneath all that.” He gestured to the dark blue Oxford tucked into my slacks. “Seriously. How smart are you? Your presentation screamed above-average intelligence. What’s your IQ?”
“That’s not a thing the average person knows about themselves,” I said.
“No, but you’re not an average person.”
I sighed. “One hundred and fifty-five.”
“Is that high?”
It’s very high. I believe my high school guidance counselor said, “extremely gifted.”
“Average is around one hundred and fifteen.”
“Damn.” Jace dropped a hand to his dick, squeezing it through his pants. “Shit, this is so bad. HR is not going to like this.”
“Forget HR,” I whispered, my dick thickening as I watched him squirm. “I want to touch you right now. Is that what you want?”
“Yes,” he said breathlessly.
I reached forward and pushed his hand off his lap, squeezing his dick before roughly rubbing the heel of my hand up and down his erection.
Jace closed his eyes and groaned. “Fuck, this is embarrassing.” He moaned and moved his hips against my hand, seeking friction and letting out small sounds of pleasure as he rubbed against my palm. “Get out, Kayd,” he crocked. “This is only going to get worse for me.”
“No,” I whispered in his ear. “You don’t really want me to leave do you?”
He shook his head, face pinched tight.
“Good, then come in your pants and ruin that fancy suit for me.”
