Page 47 of Love.V2
He grimaced as I pulled away, rounding my desk to put some space between us. He adjusted his pants. “Was it?”
I laughed, breathless, finally placing the coffee next to my computer. I needed something colder. Like a bucket of ice water over my head. “Probably. I’ve never had sex at work before. It seems like a point of no return kind of thing.”
I made the mistake of looking at him again before I sat down. His dark eyes turned molten.
“That’s not entirely true.” His hands braced against the top of the desk. I could feel his breath against my face. “I fucked you on the desk when I got that corner office at Worther.”
His words, the dark caress of his voice, and the memory of that night…I really, really needed that bucket right about now.
“Right,” I managed in a strangled voice. I cleared my throat, but that did nothing to ease the tightness building up in my core. “Maybe I should have said, I’ve never fucked anyone inmyoffice before.”
“Well, now, thatisa whole different story. Some list material, right there.”
“You think?”
I knew he was teasing. No matter how much we wanted to, we couldn’t get up to any frisky business at work. It was unprofessional, and he was going to be my boss soon.
The thought should have cooled the lust swimming around us, but it only amped it up. He seemed off-limits, even though he wasn’t. Why was that so hot?
“Oh, I know so.” He sized me up, no doubt cataloguing my flushed skin. My hair was probably a mess. When I reached up to smooth it down, his eyes skimmed to where my shirt lifted an inch, exposing a flash of skin. Was he getting impatient with our self-imposed celibacy, too?
His throat worked. He had to be. But he hadn’t said anything, hadn’t hinted that he might want to take things further. Almost as if he was waiting for me to…My eyes fell to the coffee cup.
Of course.I flushed for an entirely different reason. I’d been sostupid! Of course he was waiting on me. He was probably worried about pushing me too hard, going too fast, and messing up the incredible connection we’d rekindled. But it had been weeks, and as much as I loved getting to know this new Chicago Dylan, I also already knew a lot about him. Like what a great man he was, and how good he could make me feel.
I knew I wanted him.
“Dylan?”
His throat cleared, and he shook his head like he was snapping himself out of a stupor. “Yeah?”
Heat bloomed up my neck. How did one proposition one’s long-term boyfriend who kind of was but wasn’t still one’s boyfriend? And in a corporate setting, to boot? “You know how we said we wanted to wait for…um…”
His eyes narrowed, heating. “Yes.”
“What if we…uh…were done with that?”
The smirk on his face was absolutely wicked, tinged with a hint of the filthy thoughts he was probably having about me and this desk right now. “You tired of waiting, Angel?”
“Yeah.”
“Good. Me too.” He leaned closer, stealing the air between us. “You want it right now? It would be such a good addition to the list.”
I gulped, eyes darting to the desk, my unlocked door, his face…his grinning face. “You’re joking.”
“Never about having sex with you, but maybe we want to wait for a more appropriate setting. Like, maybe on a well-timed business trip? With a hotel room? No interruptions?”
The sharp knock on my door was like a lightbulb turning on in a dark room. Sudden, unpleasant, and entirely unwelcome.
I sprang back from Dylan, sending my desk chair reeling. “Come in!” I yelled, fumbling for my seat with shaking hands. Across from me, Dylan looked amused as he eased into an armchair—all the time in the world, no fluster.
Must be nice. His eyes promised we’d finish talking about this later, and the thought sent a shiver of anticipation down my spine.
“Are you meeting to finalize the Botto presentation?” If the knock had been unwelcome, Victoria’s voice was like nails on a chalkboard. I stopped myself from cringing. “I should be in on this.”
“Really, it’s okay,” I started, but she was already marching into the room, laptop in hand.
“I had Noel send me the last round of updates directly, and I reviewed them last night. I still wouldn’t have gone with the serif font.” She glared at me like I’d kicked a puppy, instead of just asking the team to experiment with different font styles. Ironic, since she was the one derailing our usual review process by asking Noel to send the files to her first, instead of me.
