“I want this off,” he growled, tugging at the fabric of her blouse.
“Of course, Mister Leduc.” She reached for her top button.
He beat her to the button, and she let her hands fall away so he could do it himself. With a sharp tug, he ripped her blouse open, sending buttons pinging and skittering across the workshop. When he eyed her bra, she held up a staying hand.
“Good bras are impossible to find. Let me take it off, okay?”
“The next time you wear a bra in here, I’ll destroy it.”
“You don’t like what they look like?”
His heated gaze traveled over the swells of her breasts. “It’s in my way.”
She unhooked the clasp between her breasts, being coy about it, pretending she was shy. Slowly, loving his rapt attention, she let the bra and the shreds of her blouse slide off her shoulders and fall to the floor.
He groaned when he caught sight of the piercings, and his hand came up as if he wanted to touch, but didn’t.
“Fuck. That’s hot.”
“The piercings or t
he fact that they’re there because of you?”
“Both.” He traced a finger along her collarbone and then downward, circling her breast but not touching her nipple.
“They make me hyper-aware of everything that goes near them.”
“Sore?”
She nodded. “A bit.”
“I like making you hurt even when I’m nowhere near you.” A faint smile curved his lips.
Sadistic prick. God, he turned her on.
“Now lose the skirt.”
She sighed, as though she didn’t want to obey, but hopped down off the workbench and stripped it off.
In just the stockings and business-appropriate heels, she felt a little silly. Stilettos they were not.
“You’re always so fucking classy. It makes me want to mess you up.”
“You like ruining things?”
“I do.” He grabbed her ass. “And this skin of yours is so fucking pristine.”
“My job isn’t as physically demanding as yours. My new boss doesn’t even need help showering.”
Interest flickered. “That might be enjoyable as long as I was the one washing you.”
“But then what would I do when Sutton comes home? I won’t remember how to do it myself anymore.”
He chuckled, and she could have happily rolled in the sound. “Are you suggesting I tell Sutton about us? Considering the phone lectures I’ve been getting about you, I think she’s well aware.”
She felt her cheeks heat. “This has all been very unprofessional of me.”
“Yes. Very.” He lifted her back onto the workbench and slid his rough hands up the insides of her thighs, coaxing her legs apart. Her clit ached, and if he didn’t find it on his own, she was going to point out where it was, damn it.