The Little Black Dress (Love in Las Vegas)

My heart sinks, but I mentally shout at that bitch to buck up and stop being such a baby. This is what I expected, wasn’t it? That we would act like professionals? Like nothing’s changed?

“Let me know if you need anything else,” I say softly, then walk out like everything is fine and normal.

When I get to my desk, I slump into my chair. Pulling my coffee out of the carrier, I take a healthy sip and give myself a mental pep talk. Everything is fine. Jared and I did nothing more than scratch an itch last night. Things will actually be better now that the sexual tension brewing between us has been relieved.

Right?

Yes. Of course.

I’ve almost convinced myself when my desk phone rings. The flashing light on the internal line tells me it’s him. Setting my coffee aside, I take a deep breath and answer.

“Yes?”

“Sophie, can you come in here, please?”

“Yes, of course,” I say, hanging up the receiver before he can say more.

My blood is racing through my veins, whether with excitement or dread, I’m not sure. His voice sounded strained, which could mean any number of things. Maybe there’s a fire he needs my help to put out. Some casino problem we need to deal with.

Or maybe he’s going to fire me because it’s too weird, working with me after last night.

No. I don’t think he’d do that. Hell, that’s a lawsuit waiting to happen. Not that I’d actually sue him, but he doesn’t know that, does he?

Fuck. He’s probably going to transfer me to another department. Make me someone else’s problem.

Whatever it is, I’m strong enough to face it. Twisting the knob, I push open the door without knocking. I look over to see his eyes on me, and my breath catches in my throat.

“Close the door,” he says firmly, his dark eyes burning into me.

I do as he says, but my feet remain firmly planted to the floor where I am. Jared’s fingers pluck open the buttons on his suit jacket, and he leans back in his chair as he studies me.

“I tried,” he says in a low voice, so quiet, I almost don’t hear the words. “I wanted to keep things normal here at the office. Professional.”

I nod, unable to form words as the whooshing sound in my ears intensifies.

“I couldn’t look at you this morning because I knew if I did, I’d climb back in your bed and refuse to leave.”

My heartrate accelerates as the organ tries to beat out of my chest. I’m panting, and Jared’s eyes darken even further as he watches my chest heave with every breath I take.

“And now,” he says slowly, “I can’t get a single thing done because I can’t stop thinking about how delicious your pussy is.”

My breath stutters as I gasp, and my core begins to throb. My thigh muscles tighten as I clench them together against the ache forming there.

“I want you to lock that door,” he goes on, not waiting for me to verbally respond. “Then I want you to come over here and sit on my desk. I want to bury my face between your legs and fuck you with my mouth until you scream my name.”

He pauses, watching me for several beats as I process his words. Shrugging out of his jacket, he slings it behind him over the back of his chair, then unbuttons his cuffs and rolls his sleeves up to his elbows, revealing his strong, muscled forearms.

“You have two choices, Sophie. You can walk out that door, and we can pretend this never happened. Or you can lock it, walk over here, and come all over my face.”

My hand is shaking as I reach out and turn the lock on the door. The mechanism clicks loudly, filling the silence between us.

“Good girl,” he says quietly, the fire in his eyes blazing even higher.

I move toward him, my eyes flicking toward the windows. I know no one can see in, but it’s still weird, being able to see the whole office lobby through the two-way mirror. My feet stumble to a halt as a delivery guy walks in and sets a package on my desk.

Suddenly, a whirring sound echoes around me, and a solid panel of blinds starts to lower over the windows. My gaze shoots to Jared, who’s setting a small remote down on his desk as his eyes beckon me forward.

He stands as I draw near, his arms circling me and lifting me up, planting me firmly on the desk. His mouth seals over mine, kissing me hungrily for several moments before breaking off. He sits back down, rolling the chair forward as his hands push up the hem of my skirt. He tugs at my underwear, and I brace my hands against the desk and lift my hips. Tugging them down my legs, he pulls them free and stuffs them into his pants pocket before lifting my legs and draping them over his shoulders.

He growls as he buries his face between my thighs, licking a long path up my slit. I fall backward, catching myself on my elbows as my back arches and my hips buck.

Jared devours me, licking and biting, pushing his tongue inside me again and again until I’m a writhing, whimpering mess. Then he focuses on my clit, lapping at it before swirling his tongue in a pattern that makes me mewl with pleasure. My leg muscles tighten, a tingling sensation working its way up from my toes as my body prepares to detonate.

Jared must sense it because his efforts double, his tongue moving faster and faster as he pushes two fingers inside me. He curls them upward, hitting that spot guaranteed to make me explode. I come with a shout, and Jared keeps licking and pumping his fingers, drawing my pleasure out until I’m a quivering mess.

With one last stroke of his tongue, he pulls his head from beneath my skirt and meets my heavy-lidded eyes.

“Like I said, delicious.”