“I’m sorry. I haven’t been sleeping too well. I’ve never been so happy to see the weekend arrive.”
I follow Mya out into the hall. Milo is outside talking to Wallace, one of the junior associates. We’ve been working all morning and I’m more than ready to break for lunch. The couch that Mya just got for her office was calling out to me.
“I have a meeting with Milo right now so I’ll see you after lunch, Casey.” Mya stops suddenly. “Mr. Lavin! We weren’t expecting you today.”
My head snaps up. Andre is standing right in front of the reception desk.
“There was a change of plans,” he responds softly.
Everything inside me wants to run over and jump into his arms. But I can’t do that with all these people around. So even though I’m mentally screaming, I just say, “Hey.”
“Hey to you, too.” His eyes shift briefly to the side and I know he’s struggling not to say anything that could get me in trouble.
Mya gives me a wink. “I’ll let Mr. Lawson know you want a meeting. Casey, why don’t you show Mr. Lavin to whatever conference room is available.”
I nod, grateful for the direction. My mind isn’t exactly working properly right now. All I can see is that my man is back in town and I really want to jump him. “Please follow me, Mr. Lavin.”
The first conference room we pass is empty so I take him there. Even if someone else is scheduled to use the room, I’ll juggle the schedule around. Anything is better than standing in the hallway with my lover who I’m pretending is just a client.
As soon as we clear the doorframe, Andre pulls me into his arms. “What have I told you about that Mr. Lavin thing?”
I inhale, taking in his scent. “You know why I’m doing that. We have to be professional while we’re in the office.”
His hand tightens on my back. “It is pretty sexy, especially when you’re wearing that skirt. You know I like that one. Maybe I should have you call me Mr. Lavin at home, sometimes.”
“Mr. Lavin. How unexpected!”
At the sound of James’s voice, we spring apart. I take the opportunity to duck out, ignoring Andre’s scowl.
I march down the hallway at a fast clip until I reach the ladies’ restroom. At least he can’t follow me in here.
“That’s what you think. Do you know that you talk to yourself when you’re nervous?” His face appears in the mirror over my shoulder.
“What are you doing? This is the ladies’ room.”
He kisses the side of my neck and just like that my panties are flooded. I fight back the desire already curling through my veins. With him, the slightest touch can send me over the edge. Just a look and I’m dripping wet and ready for h
im. If it didn’t feel so good, it would be painful.
“I came straight here from the airport.” Andre closes his eyes as he speaks and I can feel what his heart is saying. I missed you.
“My bed is too hard. I haven’t gotten any sleep since you left.” I missed you, too.
Our eyes communicate what we’re feeling. We look like an advertisement ourselves, his dark European good looks against the staunch conservatism of my proper high-necked blouse and pencil skirt. He follows my gaze down to where my bottom is pressed against his groin. His cock hardens and I hum in delight and push back against it.
“I could take you just like this.” His head lifts and our eyes meet again in the mirror. What he sees there must please him because he smiles craftily and walks over to the door, flipping the top latch with a loud click.
I shake my head rapidly, knowing already that protesting it is pointless. He hasn’t even been gone that long but already I feel like an addict in need of a fix. I could deny it all day but we both want this. Need this.
“Put your hands on the sink.” He folds me over the cool surface of the counter. Already I can barely breathe, taking quick, uneven breaths as his hands trail over my back. He lifts my skirt.
“Dio, your scent drives me crazy.” He pulls my panties down my legs, supporting me as I step out of them. Then he brings the cotton to his nose and inhales. “If I could bottle this I would make a fortune.”
He tucks my panties in the interior pocket of his suit jacket and I already know I won’t be getting them back. Forcing me to work the rest of the day bare-assed is the kind of thing that would amuse him. He’ll no doubt find it a fitting punishment for not going with him and forcing us both through the torment of being apart.
“Spread your legs.” He steps closer, bracing my legs wider. It’s so quiet I can hear the sound of his zipper going down and then the crinkle of foil as he unwraps a condom.
I start to tremble. Oh my god, are we really doing this here?