Page 22 of Tempt

“Hello?” I called out, even though I knew I’d probably beaten Theo up here. I didn’t think twenty minutes was enough time for him to wrangle himself free of Margaret.

The air was just a little bit colder here. (Probably the lack of bodies to warm it up.) It was also just a little bit stale. Like dust had somehow fused itself into the air. My heels clicked against the tile and echoed off the walls.

That’s when I saw him. He was taking long strides across the lobby as if he couldn’t get to me fast enough. My heart rate instantly skyrocketed and blood pumped straight south. That is, after all, the natural female reaction to a tall, handsome man storming toward her with lust in his eyes.

His blazer was gone, his tie was loosened, and his shirtsleeves were rolled, but his shirt was still buttoned beneath his vest. Almost like he doubted whether or not I’d actually follow his instructions.

Of course I followed his instructions.I was incapable of saying no to this man. It was odd that he hadn’t figured that out yet.

“I couldn’t wait until tonight to see you,” he said a split second before his hand was in my hair, pulling my lips against his. It was a rough kiss. Our bodies collided and it sent an explosion of need straight to my core.

I moaned into his kiss, melting against him. “Here?”

“Yes.” He lifted up my skirt, then me, so that I could wrap my legs around his waist as he walked us back toward the office he’d just appeared from. “These offices are empty and I asked Martin to lock access to this floor.”

I didn’t ask how Martin knewwhenor for how long to lock access to this floor. I stopped thinking altogether, actually. Theo was hard and ready, and I was wet and willing. The meeting had bordered on an hour’s worth of foreplay.

“Isn’t this breaking a rule?” I gasped as he set me on the abandoned desk and kicked the door closed. The bang rang through the entire floor like a warning bell.

“It’s not so much of a rule as it is a guideline. Neither of us are technically at work right now and Martin has things under control.” He pulled my panties down my bare legs and stuffed them in his pants pocket. “You were killing me in there. You are far too sexy.”

I unbuttoned his shirt until his chest was exposed. It was quite possible I’d never get over the thrill of seeing his chest. Each and every time it sent a shock through me, and I felt an uncontrollable need to run my fingers over the edges of his armor tattoo. “Your looks almost got us caught.” A shiver raced down my spine as his eyes darkened.

“And what looks were those exactly?”

It was hard to breathe when he looked at me with those dark eyes, promising there was nothing but dirty thoughts of me splayed open on a conference table running through his mind. “The ones just like that.” He kissed me again. Slower. With more intention. His tongue caressed mine as he explored my mouth. My whole body was desperate to feel his inside me, so I quickly removed his belt and attempted to release the button and zipper of his pants.

He shook his head with an amused grin and stepped back, taking care of it himself. He retrieved a condom from his pocket before he let his pants fall to his ankles. This quick, almost illicit (okay totally illicit) sex was hot. My dress and heels were on, as were his shirt and vest. We were going to fuck. (Probably quick and hard, knowing us.) And then head back to work like nothing happened. As if we’d just stepped out for coffee or a brisk walk around the block.

“Turn around. I want you from behind.”

Oh, why did that simple command make me wet? It had to be something about being so desperately wanted.Needed.That’s what it felt like with Theo.Need.I wasn’t simply an object of lust or sexual outlet. I was a salve for his soul. When he came to me he wasn’t just looking for a release, he was looking for so much more. For escape from the demands of his life. And, maybe, for a safe space to land.

I knew it was quickly becoming more for me. I certainly needed him. Not just his body, but his mind and soul. Something made me want to possess him completely. Maybe I was making all of this up in my head to satisfy my insanity, or maybe I was right. It felt that way when he was lost inside me.

I groaned as he pushed against me, waiting for my body to expand and welcome him in. It only took a moment. Theo had quickly adjusted to sex with me. When to wait, when to rush. How deep, how hard, how long I wanted him. Our first time he’d marveled at my responsiveness to him, but what he didn’t realize was that I was amazed byhisresponse tome. His adjustments, his care… all of it was so fast. This was a huge part of why I was addicted to sex with Theo. I’d never experienced anything like it.

He slid in deeper. It was too much and not nearly enough. Each thrust took my breath away and made my head spin until nothing else existed but us. We weren’t at work in a dusty, abandoned office. It wasn’t the middle of the day. It was just Theo needing to be with me, and my insatiable response to fulfill that need.

I rocked back against him, taking him deep, wanting to cry out but not having the courage to actually do so. Feeling all that pleasure bottled up inside me with nowhere to escape, except down and around the cock forcing its way inside.

His tip hit me in all the right places at this angle, thanks to my heels, sliding down and in, before angling up over a thousand different spikes of ecstasy.

“Tonight, I want you on my dining room table. I want to have you in all the ways I imagined fucking you on that conference table.”

I moaned. How had he kept his face so straight if images of this were running through his head?

“I was hard the entire meeting. I could barely stand up at the end.” He thrust in as deep as he could go, grabbing onto my hips, locking us together. Then he reached around and found my clit, lightly massaging at first, but quickly increasing the pressure and speed as he murmured in my ear. His breath whispered across my skin, adding to the mix of sensations.

“Is that why you kept asking questions?” I gasped.

“Yes. But you kept bending over, making me hard all over again.”

I ran my hands over my breasts. “You couldn’t see anything.”

“Doesn’t matter,” he grunted. “I know what’s hidden under that dress and I have a brilliant imagination.”

His words combined with my fingers across my nipples were exactly what I needed. My orgasm took over. My hips jerked. I panted and bit my lip, trying to keep quiet. Wave after wave washed over me until complete relaxation took over.

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