I lick my lips. “I got you where I want, don’t I?”
“Where is that?”
I shift on his lap, feeling the bulge that’s pushing against my legs while I rest my hands on his shoulders.
“Underneath me.” My voice is low and husky, and I can see his eyes darkening as his gaze moves to my lips.
“I want to kiss you.”
“Then kiss me.”
I watch him swallow hard, and for a second, I think he’s going for it, but then his eyes close, and I know the party’s over.
“We’re at the office, babe. It’s unethical.”
“Fuck ethical.”
His head woggles from side to side. “You didn’t lock the door. We can’t do this. If someone walks in, I have a lot of explaining to do.”
“You know I sucked you off in the janitor’s closet desk two hours ago?”
“Trust me. I can’t forget.” His lips brush against mine as if he can’t resist a little touch. “But we can’t do that anymore. I don’t want to give Rachel a reason to dig a little deeper into our relationship.”
With a big sigh, I get off his lap, resisting the urge to roll my eyes. Instead, I lean forward, bringing my mouth close to his ear with my hand on his upper thigh. My palm feels the warmth of his leg burning through the fabric of his jeans, and I give him a slight squeeze.
“Shame, I hoped you were going to fuck me on your desk again, Bodi.”
A low growl comes from his throat, and I straighten my body with a taunting smirk, sauntering back toward the door as I purposely sway my hips from left to right.
“I should report you for sexual harassment,” he mutters.
“Well, if you’re going to do that, please do it after you’ve stripped me naked. Wouldn’t want to get fired without a good reason.” I wink, then close the door behind me, feeling smug as fuck.