Page 26 of Spark
“Me what? You think I don’t know how to have fun?”
He licks his lips, and his eyes take on a heavy, lusty quality. “Oh, Iknowyou know how to have fun. I can’t stop thinking about the fun we had.”
Blood surges to my cock as the memory of his big hand stroking our stiff shafts together floods my brain, and I blurt out, “I wish you were here.”
“Taking you over your desk is on my top five fantasy list. Also on the list is being taken on your desk. Either way.” He pauses a beat. “Or both.”
Cock crushed against my zipper, I stick my hand down my pants and rearrange it. “I’m going to need to see this list. Soon.”
“There’s a glare. Can you move? I want to see your face.” He sucks his bottom lip between his teeth, and I swear I’ve never met anyone who could master impishly bold like this man.
“Is this better?” I hold my phone up higher and swivel my chair away from the window.
Pillowy lips fan out across Mateo’s rugged face. “Much.” He brings his phone closer, his voice dropping to a husky, sultry octave. “Now I can see your handsome face, uninhibited.” At his praise, everything above my shoulders heats. “You’re blushing?” He chuckles. “And just when I didn’t think you could get any hotter…”
“I thought you had a consultation this afternoon. I wasn’t expecting a call in the middle of the day.” But damn if I don’t like it. A lot. It’s only been two days since lasagna and orgasms at Mateo’s, and I’ve thought of nothing since.
His grin dims. “I didn’t interrupt you, did I?” He takes off the baseball cap he’s wearing and tugs his hand through his dark hair. The same hair I ran my fingers through. I wiggle my left hand to alleviate the itch to reach through the screen so I can touch the soft tussle of waves. “I should have—”
“You didn’t interrupt anything.” I lower my voice. “I’d talk to you any day. How was the consultation?”
Mateo groans. “Charlie…”
“Oh no. The boss’s screw-up son-in-law?” I can’t imagine employing someone who sounds as inept as Charlie, simply because they’re family.
“That’s the one.” He says it like he’s surprised I remember. But I remember every word, every look, every move since the moment I bumped into him at the club. Mateo is the kind of man one doesn’t easily forget. “He gave me the wrong time. So, I’ve got an hour to kill.” He brings a cardboard cup to his mouth, blowing on it before sipping.
“Lucky me.” I lean back in my chair and tap my bottom lip. “I wonder what we could do in an hour?”
Another groan, but this one has none of the derision of his last groan. Instead, this groan is full of pent-up lust. At least that’s what I tell myself because if I’m tormented by fantasies of what I want to do with him and to him, I don’t want to be alone. “Don’t tease me. I’m sitting in the parking lot of a coffee shop in the company truck.”
“So you’re saying I can’t watch you jerk off right now?” Yeah, a naked Mateo, sitting in the leather club chair in my home office, legs spread, hand stroking his long thick cock while I watch, might be something I’ve thought about a time, or twenty.
Absently, his hand trails down the front of his chest and back up again. “You’re bad.”
“In a good way, right?” I wiggle my brows.
“I’m changing the subject.” He squirms in his seat, and I swear he repositions his dick, causing sparks to shoot through my spine. “I can’t believe I’ve never asked but, what exactly does a typical day at a condom company look like?”
“Other than enjoying a video call from a hot contractor?” He rolls his eyes, but it’s all for show. The ease with which we banter is as comforting as my favorite book and brandy, and I sink into my chair. “Right now, I’m reviewing Cam’s marketing proposal for one of the new lines we plan on rolling out next year.”
He brings his coffee cup to his lips, his interest seeming more like genuine curiosity than just good manners. “And later?”
“Later, I have a meeting with Aileene and the science team. After that, I’ll stop by our manufacturing site to see how they’re doing.” I glance at the calendar opened on my computer. “Today is a quiet day.”
“Wow. You’re really hands-on.” The corner of his mouth flutters, brow raised in anticipation.
“We have great people who make my job easy. We’re a well-lubricated machine.” Maintaining a businesslike tone is harder than keeping a straight face, but I manage to do it.
Mateo slaps his hand to his forehead. When he looks back at me, his eyes crinkle at the corners, and he’s shaking his head. “Dude, that’s bad.”
“What?” My straight face is now painted with a smirk.
“I thought it was just Cam…” He points at me. “But I see who he learned it from. You’re worse.” He takes another sip of his coffee.
“How would you feel about a spray-on condom?” If he doesn’t want condom jokes, I might as well get input from a possible customer. I don’t assume Mateo uses our product, even if the company does sponsor the rugby team.
Creamy brown liquid hits the screen. “Shit. Sorry.” The screen is covered by white as he wipes away the mess, and for the briefest of seconds, I catch a glimpse of skin and a trail of dark hair. “Okay. I’m back.” He grins into the screen. “Are you serious? A spray-on condom? How does that even work?”
