Suzanne sidled alongside him. "I'll give you a run through of who's who, if you're curious."
Nestling her in front of him, he stroked her arms from her shoulders to her wrists. He bent to kiss the top of her head. He didn't tune in to what she was saying as she pointed along the photographs, naming names. He didn't care any more. He was here for her.
Her body against his felt warm and alive. It had his cock up and ready for action inside a heartbeat. He pressed against her back, letting her know. He bent his head. "I want to fuck you," he whispered against her ear
"I thought you wanted to look at photos." She glanced back over her shoulder, her eyes twinkling.
"Soon as I touched you, I was distracted."
She turned in his arms and ran her hands over his chest, squeezing his pecs as if measuring him. "We could do it here...now, before we go. A quickie?"
He flexed his muscles beneath her hands. "Sounds good to me."
"It would be naughty of me, doing the wild thing right here on the premises." She bit her lip, her eyes filled with mischief. She moved her hands to embrace his cock through his jeans.
The hot spot at the base of his spine was thudding. His balls were solid. The notion of 'doing the wild thing on the premises' had been intercepted by all his radars. Curving his hands around her breasts, he rested his thumbs against her nipples where they were sticking through the fabric of her top. "How about I put you over the reception counter and do you from behind? That wa
y you can keep an eye on the door."
Laughing aloud, she eased away. "You'll have to catch me first." With that she darted off down the corridor.
Nathan shook his head. He headed after her, pacing at first then moving into a slow jog. She was fast on her feet. She'd disappeared around a bend and was at the end of a corridor, where large double doors stood open. Following her through them and inside the room, he was confronted with a huge oval table.
"Blimey. It's a boardroom."
She laughed and darted to the opposite side of the table. She put her hands flat on the table, challenging him to follow her.
"We could do it right here, on the table," he suggested, across the distance between them.
She shook her head, laughing.
"Why not?"
"Because I wouldn't be able to keep a straight face when I'm called in to minute meetings."
He could just picture it. "Fair enough."
As soon as he made it halfway around to her, she was off again, lengthening the distance between them. When she reached the double doors she stopped. She ran her hand down her zipper, wrapping it over her pussy, rubbing hard, staring at him and smiling her naughty smile.
When he caught her up, he reached for her, putting his hand over hers at her groin squeezing it tight.
"I want your cock there."
"So do I, like now. How about right here on the floor?"
He could see her thoughts were racing, deviant little ideas turning over in her mind. What a minx.
Her eyes lit. "I know just the spot to do it." Drawing away, she walked out through the doors, beckoning him to follow. About ten feet back along the corridor, she stopped and flung open a door. "In here, quickly. It's Robertson's office, the head honcho."
The chase had got his blood pumping fast. He didn't care where she wanted to do it, as long as they did it soon. He stepped inside. She'd thrown herself on a large leather sofa along one wall. He dropped down beside her.
Her mouth was eager, her kiss inviting him deeper. Nathan couldn't respond quickly enough. His hands found their way around her waist. Her body molded up against his. He drew back and plucked at her hipsters. She growled in her throat, a sound that made his blood rush faster.
She rose to her knees in front of him and shimmied her top off in one quick movement. Her hips swayed, her breasts bouncing free of the constraint.
He was riveted by the sight.
Wriggling out of her hipsters, she eased back down onto the sofa, straightening her legs out, stretching them suggestively. "Touch me."