Page 62 of The Hookup
“You’ll see,” he said, throwing open the door. “My office,” he announced, letting her enter.
He closed the door after her, and watched as she walked around the room, her gaze taking in the dark tan leather sofa and his bookcase. She walked up to it, then looked through the shelves.
“Greek philosophy?” she asked, giving him a surprised look.
“It passes the time.”
“So does Hustler magazine, apparently.”
“Maybe for pubescent teenage boys.”
She shook her head, grinning, and slipped the book back in its place. “What did you want to see me about?” she asked, walking over to his cherry wood desk, and running her finger over the Bankers Lamp. “Not a speck of dust.”
“I keep my desk tidy. I hate clutter,” he told her, still standing with his back against the closed door, and watching her.
“You do seem organized.”
“I am. I only have on it what I need.”
“Hmmm,” she said, then turned to look out of the window. “You can see the rooftop terrace from here.”
He walked towards her. “Nice view, don’t you think?” he asked, standing directly behind her.
“You can see everyone.”
“Yes.” The busy tables on the rooftop terrace were easily visible from here. It wasn’t an entire floor down, barely half a floor, for the building was constructed in a haphazard fashion, but from this vantage point he could see into the rooftop terrace without leaving his office.
“Can they see us?”
“Only our head and shoulders, if they look straight up. Many people don’t even notice.” He inched forward, pressing the evidence of his arousal against her back.
“Oh,” she said, reaching behind her, touching him there, making him jolt. “You’re excited to see me.”
“I’m always excited to see you,” he replied, unzipping her skirt and letting it fall to the floor.
“Do you spy on people?” she asked, leaning back into him, deliberately, pressing her rounded bottom into his hardness deliberately. “No.” His teeth grazed her earlobe, while his other hand skated around her lower belly then slipped into her panties. Touching her like this made him want to fuck her to heaven and back. He could barely contain himself.
“No?” she asked, but this time her voice was soft, and dreamy.
“If I want to know what’s going on, I go into the bar and sit at my table.”
“But all the same,” she continued, arching her back against him, shaking as he rubbed her clit. “You have a pretty good view of people.”
“I do,” he agreed, sucking her earlobe. She rested her head against his shoulder, sighing.
“Who was the guy?” he asked quietly.
“Which guy?” She arched off of him slightly, and moved her hand between their bodies, stroking him over the fabric of his pants, catching him off guard.
“The guy you were talking to,” he said, plunging his fingers inside her.
“De—an,” she gasped, jerking involuntarily.
He palmed one of her breasts, loving the feel of it over the fabric of the silk work blouse. She turned her head to the side, exposing her neck and he dropped a kiss along it.
“You always know how to make me come so fast,” she whispered, shakily.
“You’re so responsive.”
