Page 56 of Last Resort

“Is that so?” He starts to walk toward me, his hand finally pulling his cock free of his slacks.

“Uh-uh-uh.”

“What?”

“I said incentivized. Not rewarded. Stay right there.” I know I’m playing with fire. I invite the burn. “You can look, but baby, you can’t touch.”

“Sutton.” My name is a strained warning from a desperate man.

“Hmm?” I lift an eyebrow and let a soft moan escape the back of my throat as I slide my fingers farther south.

“This is cruel.” He chuckles but moves his hands over the head of his cock and back down as he stares at the movement of my fingers.

“But I’m not breaking any rules, right? It’s not considered sleeping with my boss if we’re not touching.”

He groans. “Killing your boss is a crime too, though.”

My breath stutters as I tuck my fingers into my wetness and then bring it back up to moisten my clit. “Stroke your cock, Callahan. Stroke it and let me watch you while you watch me.”

He rolls his head back on his shoulders as he slides his hand up and back a few times. “You actually think this is a good way to get your panties back?”

“I don’t care if I get them back.” I moan and let my head fall back as I add more friction. “That just means you’ll know I’m naked every time I pass by your desk. You’ll know just what’s within fingertips’ reach when I slowly bend over to pick up a file that fell off my desk.”

“Christ.”

“Pure fucking torture,” I say with a slight smirk. “Now stroke yourself.”

An eyebrow raises but he does what I say anyway. His strong hand moves from the base of his shaft to the tip and back. It’s mesmerizing to watch. Sexy. Arousing. Intoxicating in the most carnal of ways.

My fingers move faster, and it’s a conscious thought to keep my eyes open so that I can watch him. Precum glistens his head and is then wiped away by his fingers.

“God, that’s hot,” I murmur as my fingers fly back and forth. “Are you thinking of me? Of sliding into me? Of pulling out and feeling me tighten around you begging for it to be back in?”

“Yes. Fuck, yes.”

“Shh. Quiet,” I moan and let my head fall to the side so I can both watch him and let my body push into the cushions.

“I don’t fucking care if anyone hears me,” he says.

“Exactly.” Our eyes meet across the short distance, my point more than made, but the high I’m chasing’s still front and center.

“That’s not what I—Jesus,” he growls when I tuck my fingers back into myself and mimic what he’s doing to his own cock.

“It feels so good, Callahan. So damn good.”

“It’s taking everything I have not to grab your ankles, yank you onto the carpet, and fuck you senseless.”

Yes.

Please.

But I don’t say a word. Can’t. In this moment, I’m so aroused by him that I lose my sense of right and wrong. My defiance versus my compliance. My needs versus my wants.

My fingers rub faster.

His hand strokes harder.

Back and forth.