“Hold on to that thought, sweetheart. I’ll take you up on that later.” He lifted his chin with a smile, nudging me away. “Now go and get ready before I change my mind and fuck you senseless before the party.”
I walked away, looking over my shoulder with a wink. “You know—they have booze. Another ten minutes won’t hurt anyone.”
He jerked, unsure of what to do. Walking backward, I solved his problem by peeling my sweater over my head, showing him the lacy black lingerie underneath it. I slid my finger under the waistband of my pants.
“They match. Wanna see?”
He rushed toward me, shrugging off his jacket and yanking on his tie. With a laugh, I hurried toward his office, knowing he would follow.
He shut his door, watching me with hooded eyes. “Ten minutes might end up being fifteen.”
I dropped my pants, letting him see the skimpy, barely there underwear. He licked his lips, grappling with his belt.
“Or twenty.”
I lowered myself to my knees and whistled softly.
He groaned, then shook his head.
“Fuck it. It’s an open bar.”
I laughed and he leaned down, kissing my mouth.
“And we have cupcakes.”
I met his lust-filled gaze.
“Perfect.”