“I don’t want you to think I’m helping just to get into your panties.”
“I wouldn’t think that way.You can have my panties.I have plenty.”
I laugh.Then we both stare, drinking each other in.
“Do you want me?”I ask because I need to be sure it’s not all in my head.
“So much that it’s kept me awake at night.”
I swallow hard.“And how did you finally fall asleep?”
Her face flushes.
“Tell me.”
“I imagined you were making love to me.”
“And?Did you touch yourself?”
Her flush deepens.“Locke,” she says.
“Did you?”
“Yes.”
“And did you come while thinking of me?”
“I did,” she admits and I get hard.
“If my grandmother weren’t on the way here…”
Salem sighs.“Right?Timing is everything.”
I stand and cross to her, then put my hands on the chair’s armrests, leaning over her.“She won’t stay all night.”
She glances at the bulge in my pants.“So, do you want to work late?”she asks, her voice husky.
“I want to work onyoulate,” I say.
She lifts her hand and smooths it down the bottom of my tie.If she kept going, kept lowering her hand, she’d touch me.I want that so damn badly.
“But it’s not professional to mess around in the office.”
“Then there’s my house.Or my yacht.Or my plane.Or anywhere you want me.”
“I’ll leave the location up to you.”
She lets go of my tie and puts her palm against my abdomen.My muscles contract in response.“Move back so I can stand.I’d hate to get caught like this.”
I step back and she stands.
“Tell me, Salem.Right now, are you wet for me?”
“Yes.”
I trace the length of her collarbone.“Then we’ll continue this later tonight.”
“Do I need to RSVP that I’m coming?”she teases.
