Page 37 of Wrong Car, Wright Guy
Sixteen
Ruby
The very next day, I’m landing against the door in Tanner’s office as his hands slide over my hips, fingertips sneaking underneath my shirt while his mouth devours mine, searching, exploring. I feel like I could kiss him like this forever, get lost in the minty freshness of his mouth and the smooth velvety texture of his tongue sliding along mine. My skin is on fire, yearning for his touch, yearning for more than what we’re doing right now.
“Jesus, Ruby,” Tanner rasps. “I can’t tell you how many times I’ve imagined doing exactly this to you. Ever since the first day you walked through that door.” His mouth moves along my jaw, his lips sucking against my throat. He presses his hips against me and I can feel how hard he is. How hard I make him. And that alone turns me on even more.
I don’t just want to make out with him the way we did on the couch in my office yesterday. I want to have him touch my body in a way that I only do to myself in secret. I want him to let me touch his body in that way too. The office is so not the place for it. But I want it. I wanthim.
“Me too,” I gasp, almost combusting as his fingers move along the underside of my breasts. “Don’t ever stop touching me.”
“I don’t want to, baby. But I really have to,” he groans as his hands move back to my waist. “Fuck. We can’t do this here.” He presses his forehead to mine and we just stay there like that, breathing together, our hearts thumping in our ears.
“We’re blocking the door,” I whisper, sliding my hands up and down his back. "No one can see us." A low rumble emanates from his throat as I hook my fingers underneath his belt and slide them around to the front of his pants, stopping at the buckle. "And if we are quiet, no one will hear us either.” I press my lips to the skin at the V-shaped opening of his shirt where his top button is undone. I love that part of his chest. Where the line from his pecs leads up to the dip in his collarbone. It’s speaks to me of manliness and strength, and I can’t help but run my tongue over his skin, up a little higher until I press my lips to the other thing I love about him—his Adam’s apple. I don’t know why, but an Adam’s apple that’s just the right size really gets me going. “I want you, Tanner.”
My body slams against the door again. "I don't think I can be quiet with you," he growls, caging me in with his arms as his hips pin me in place. "We've been working together a long time. You have no idea how many scenarios I've got running through my mind. We'd be in here for hours, days."
"Add my fantasies to it and it could be months,” I whisper, loving the rumble of his chest and the twitch of his cock against my belly. I’ve imagined myself in this situation many times. But I never expected it to become a reality. Now that it’s happening, I’m actually struggling to believe it. Last night when I got home from the office, I had to pinch myself several times, stare at my kiss-swollen mouth in the mirror over and over again to convince myself it was real. Tanner Wright wants me. Heck, he even thinks I’m fuckable. Somebody get me a lottery ticket!
“Years,” he whispers, leaning in to kiss me again as he slides his hands down my arms and entwines our fingers.
“Then maybe we could just focus on one thing at a time," I whisper.
A slow grin curls up the corners of his mouth as his eyes darken. "Tell me what you imagine, Ruby."
“When we’d fight”—I move my mouth next to his ear and drop my voice to a low whisper—“I’d imagine you doing exactly this, kissing me hard and slamming me against the door. Except, we’d go further.” I move so I'm meeting his eyes, a slight blush creeping up my cheeks. I’ve never felt comfortable talking about my fantasies before.
“How far?” he whispers, a lustful grin on his face as he brings his mouth to my ear. “Show me what you wanted me to do.”
With my heart thundering in my ears, I shift one of our entwined hands, my eyes locked with his as I bring his palm to the juncture of my thighs. He grins.
“Inside or outside?”
“Inside,” I whisper, which is when he makes slow work of my button-up jeans, pulling the fly open one button at a time before he slips his hand beneath the cotton fabric of my panties and finds my seam. We both groan.
“You are so wet,” he rasps, his finger moving back and forth, teasing me in a divine symphony of movement where my hips and his hand work together, rocking, swirling, touching, pressing, until my mouth falls open and he has to cover it with his or everyone in this office will know exactly what we’re in here doing. Because I howl.
The moment my orgasm hits, I slap my hands against the door and I let out a howl that Tanner swallows up with a kiss, bringing me back down to earth with slow, languid movements until I can breathe again and the world comes back into focus. “That happened embarrassingly fast,” I whisper.
“Or maybe I’m just that good.” He smirks then twitches his finger against my sensitive clit, causing me to jolt from the sensation.
“Then I can’t wait for you to show me more.”
The chiming of my phone cuts into the moment, reminding us it’s almost time for the pre-show meeting. “To be continued then,” he says, regretfully removing his hand from my pants. “Friday night after the drag show, I want you to come to my place.”
“For a sleepover?” A slow smile curves my mouth as I begin straightening myself up.
“Something to look forward to so I don’t end up losing control and fucking you against this door.”
“I like the idea of seeing you lose control, but I think I’d like to see it happen over, and over andoveragain.” I step closer to him and he groans. “Your place, it is.”
“How about we call in sick to this meeting, get Gerry and Rayleigh to do the show for us and I’ll take you there right now?”
“Tempting,” I say with a giggle, just managing to get my jeans buttoned back up before Tanner’s assistant, Henry, opens the door and it almost hits me in the back—almost—because Tanner slams it shut again before poor Henry can even get inside.
“Knockif the door is closed, Henry,” Tanner growls.
“I’m, er, s-sorry, sir,” he says from the other side. “I mean, Tanner. It’s just…the meeting. It’s about to start.”
