“You were thinking about us.”
She huffed with a laugh, trying to feign something easygoing. “Please. Don’t be so full of yourself.”
“Was I wrong?”
She opened her mouth to shut him down, but his sexy grin distracted her.
“Exactly.” He stepped closer, his voice lowering a notch. “I know—I suffer the same. I think about you all the time.”
Her eyes fluttered shut. What delicious torture this was. She wanted to surrender. “Do you?”
“Mm-hmm.” He sidled behind her, his breath hot on her ear. “Sometimes, I want you so bad I have to do the job myself.”
She inhaled sharply as his hand slid over the dip of her waist. She stiffened, desperate for more. He nipped at her earlobe, shivers chasing goose bumps up and down her arms.
“God.” She gripped the wooden ledge of the windowsill, suddenly unsteady. He hooked her around the waist, bringing her solidly against the sturdy frame of his body.
“I can tell you more…if you want to hear it.” His lips brushed her ear, and she made a noise, something she hadn’t even permitted to escape her lips. Desire stormed her, staining her panties, making her weak.
“Tell me,” she whispered, keeping her eyes shut. As if maybe that would make it okay. Less of a breach of propriety and more of a fantasy that hadn’t happened.
“Sometimes I have to touch myself right there in my office,” he growled, rocking his hips against her. The hard ridge of his cock jutted against her lower back. “Especially when you wear those gray pants that show off every last curve of your ass.”
She gulped. This was like bringing their sexy phone talk to life, and it was a million times hotter this way.
“I always picture you in my head,” he whispered. “One time you almost caught me.”
“Mmm.” She rubbed her ass in a slow circle against him, pressing her head against his neck. “More. Tell me more.”
“I think about bending you over my desk and pushing up your black skirt all the way to your waist. And then I’ll take a big bite of each ass cheek before I press myself between your legs, all the way until there’s nothing left to bury.”
She gave a shuddery moan. “Jesus, Zahir. Is this still bending the rules?”
He chuckled low, suckling at her neck. “No, I broke them.”
His words seared through her like a lightning bolt. They’d broken the rules—there was no putting this rule back together. For today, at least. They could resume the pact next week.
“Listen.” Clarity struck her like a slap on the face, and she spun to face him. She grabbed his face in her hands, his barely-there scruff tugging at the sensitive pads of her fingers. “We break the rules today, but only today. Got it?”
He nodded, his eyes glinting black, as if he himself was the precipice to the dark side. Oh, how she wanted to go over him.
“Clearly there’s some…pressure, here. And we should release it.” She tugged his shirt out from his pants and slid a hand up to meet the warm skin of his belly. She sighed—he was
rock solid under there, pure lines and abs. “Fuck. Why do you feel so good?”
He smiled lazily. “I could ask you the same.”
“But after today, we’re back to the agreement. This is a…one off. One sanctioned slip. Okay?”
Zahir nodded, and then Layla pressed her lips to his so hard they tingled. Needy kisses erupted, turning sloppy and then lewd, kisses that rooted her to her spot and made her mind’s eyes turn blinding white. Zahir held her against the windowsill, his cock pressed to low belly, and then his strong hands swept beneath her, hoisting her up to sit on the ledge.
She gasped through a kiss and then rocked back and forth to hoist her dress up to her waist so her legs could wrap around him, never breaking the seal. He smiled as he smoothed a hand up her thigh, the touch of him sending a wave of heat rippling through her.
“I missed you,” he murmured.
“We see each other every day,” she said between kisses, but she knew what he meant. She missed him in a way that didn’t make sense. Their working relationship was only a fraction of what she craved from him.
“It’s not the same.” He ground his pelvis against her, and then reached down to open his fly. A moment later he fished his cock out of his briefs, giving it a long pull. Then he rummaged in his coat pocket, revealing his wallet. He was going for the condom.