Page 68 of Not Part of the Plan
“Now, you know that I don’t do relationships, and I know you don’t do anything casual.”
She was looking suspicious now and tried to take a step back but he followed her. “What are you suggesting?”
He backed her up against the desk caging her between his thighs. “I’m suggesting we both step outside our comfort zones and see where this goes.”
She wet her lips, and it drove him crazy. “Huh?”
“I’m saying I’ll be monogamous with you if you’ll be willing to give up your ideal end game for me so we can continue enjoying each other.”
Emma’s green eyes narrowed. “I’m trying to think about the multitude of reasons why this is a terrible idea. But I can’t because you’re too close.” She slapped a hand to his chest, but it didn’t move him an inch. He merely leaned in over her to tease her jaw with his teeth.
“Say yes,” he ordered.
He felt her shiver beneath him and skimmed his hand down the curve of her breast, over her waist and hip, until it found bare leg where her black skirt ended.
“What are you doing?” she whispered against his mouth.
He shifted his stance so his thighs parted hers, and he let his hand trace its way up the inside of her thigh. “I’m sweetening the deal.”
He found the satin of the thong already damp and growled low in his throat. “The things you do to me, Emma.” He brushed the wet satin with the pads of his fingers and watched her head fall back in surrender. “What’s your answer?”
Those slick cherry lips parted, but no words came out. Niko slid his fingers under the edge of the material and used his knee to force her legs farther apart. He was gentle at first, circling slowly before dipping two fingers into her honeyed entrance. She moaned, bucking her hips against his hand as he thrust in and out.
“Tell me you want me, Emma. Just me,” he said, using his thumb to brush that sweet nub.
Her knees buckled, and she gripped his shirt to keep from falling. “Say the words, baby, or I’ll stop.”
“Don’t you dare stop,” she gasped.
“Tell me.”
She was riding his hand now urging him on.
“I want you, Niko. I want you.”
“You’ll be mine… for now?” he clarified.
“Y-yes.”
“Good girl.” She tightened around his fingers, muscles clenching down as he took her over the edge.
She opened her mouth, and Niko clamped his free hand over it, muffling her cry of surprise as she came. She went limp, sagging against him. He withdrew his fingers and enjoyed her look of shock when he slid them into his mouth.
Her flavor was on his tongue, and he wanted more.
“Damn it, Niko! Not at work,” Emma hissed, recovering her sense of propriety.
He should’ve been sorry, but he wasn’t. Not when he got to witness Emma’s physical response to him first-hand.
“You don’t even look sorry,” she grumbled, straightening her skirt and shoving her hair over her shoulders.
“I’m never going to be sorry about making you come.” It was her turn to clap a hand over his mouth.
“Let’s get one thing straight. I got carried away, but this can’t happen again at work. My job is important to me, and I don’t want to jeopardize anything for a quick fuck on my desk,” Emma told him coolly.
Niko took her by the hands, feeling a stirring of guilt. “I’m sorry. I got carried away, too. That’s the last thing I’d ever want you to feel about what we do.” She wouldn’t look him in the eye, so he nudged her chin up. “I’m sorry, Emma.”
She set her jaw. “As long as you understand, work is off-limits. So if you want any help taking care of that,” she looked down pointedly and tapped the erection that was trying to claw its way out of denim with her knuckles, making him draw in a sharp breath. “Then you’re going to have to wait until my break and meet me outside.”
