“I notice you’re not getting up,” she muttered under her breath.
“Think of the darkness as the universe’s sign we should keep on doing what we’re doing.” His hand rested on her breast and showed no sign of moving, so it wasn’t hard to figure out what the “what” was.
“We need to go,” she insisted.
“Most people wouldn’t view the lights going out as a reason to stop having fun.”
Then it hit her. She was having sex with Zach. On her floor. In her office. She’d even touched his ass. So much for professionalism. Nothing prepared her for Zach.
“Zach, I’m serious.” More like embarrassed, but he didn’t need to know that.
He lowered his head until his forehead touched her breasts. The move sent an ache spinning from her chest to the damp space between her thighs.
“You’re actually going to do it.” He mumbled into the thin material separating them.
Her breath caught in her throat. “Do what?”
He skimmed his finger under the edge of her camisole and flimsy bra and outlined her nipple until it puckered. “Call a halt. Go right to the edge and pull back.”
“I didn’t—” She gasped when he slipped the two layers of silk down, exposing her breast.
Then he palmed her, his hand warm against her chilled skin. “Man, you’re beautiful.”
She couldn’t speak.
“I wanted time to do this.” He licked her nipple, flicking his tongue across the tight bud.
She tried to remember her name. Bartholomew something. . .
“And this.” He placed his hot mouth over the tip and suckled her. Twirling his tongue over her and wetting her skin.
Someone moaned. She feared it came from deep inside of her.
“So pretty.” His reverent whisper tickled against her breast.
Two more seconds and her skirt would be over her head. “Stop!”
“You still want that clipboard?”
“Yeah, so I can beat you with it.”
“Well, honey, I’m not usually into that, but I’m game.”
She couldn’t handle his cuteness. Not now. She needed him angry. Pissed. Whatever it took to get him off of her.
“Your Performance Plan is getting longer by the second.”