About Last Night

Her mouth softened when she saw him, and she raised the plastic bag in her hand. “You said you might be working late. I, uh—” She glanced at Angela, then back at him. “I brought you dinner.”

The way she said it, you’d think she’d committed a felony. Nev couldn’t help it—he grinned. “Cath, this is Angela, my PA. Angela, meet Cath. She’s welcome to disturb me anytime.”

Angela smiled, apparently delighted by this glimpse into his private life. She was always after him to tell her about the women he dated. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Cath. May I get you something to drink?”

“No,” Nev answered, stepping close enough to steer Cath toward his office with one hand at the small of her back. If he let Angela get her a drink, she’d end up giving her the third degree. He wanted Cath to himself. “Please come in.”

He ushered her through the door and closed it behind them. She looked over toward his desk where the speakerphone blathered on. “I shouldn’t be bothering you at work. I’m sorry. This was a bad idea.”

Unable to resist, he put his arms around her and drew her close. “I’m pleased to see you. I’ve been listening to that rot for hours, and I was preparing to commit ritual suicide when you turned up.”

“So I’ve saved your life?”

“Exactly.” He kissed her, taking his time to savor her dark, sweet taste and the way she gradually relaxed and melted into him, her lips parting and her fingers winding into his hair. Her sweater was soft against his palms. He let his hands trail over

her arse, encased in a tight skirt, and his fingertips found something interesting to toy with.

“What are you wearing, love?” he whispered, moving to kiss her neck. He looked over her shoulder. The skirt was straight and snug everywhere, falling to the knee, but in the back there was a section of pleats that began just below her bum. She had on stockings with seams, and taller heels than usual. It was an outfit that begged him to bend her over the nearest surface, slide his hands up those seams, spread the pleats wide … His mouth went dry just thinking of the possibilities. He groaned and kissed her again, harder this time.

She pulled away to ask, “What happens if you’re not paying attention and they ask you a question?”

“It’s not likely. I’m only meant to be listening in.”

“Good.” She began toying with his tie. “Because I have this fantasy. Want to hear about it?”

He began to understand why she’d come. “I thought you were here to feed me.”

“Nah, that was just to get me in the door. I wanted to see what your office was like.” She looked around again. “It’s swanky. I didn’t realize you were such a big shot.”

Flattering, but his brain had slid south when he saw the stockings, and he was finding it hard to concentrate. “The fantasy, Cath?”

“Right. So it’s kind of a secretary thing, you know? I come in, you’re doing some important business at your desk, and I— Well, maybe we should just try it out. That is, unless you want me to go.”

“Don’t go.” He could be sacked for this. The thought didn’t faze him in the least.

Her mouth turned up in a saucy smile. “Have a seat then, sir, and listen to your phone call.”

Once he was sitting behind his desk, she returned to the door and slowly, quietly turned the lock. Then she looked up at him, suddenly brisk and efficient, her eyes blank, and crossed to his desk.

Fairly certain of his role, he frowned and indicated the phone, then turned slightly away in his chair as if he didn’t wish to be disturbed.

She nodded, straightened a few piles of papers on his desk, picked up an empty coffee cup, and moved as if to take it from the room.

He grabbed her wrist and pulled her around, pointed at his lap with a raised eyebrow. This part he wasn’t so sure about, but if she had a secretary fantasy, it stood to reason she’d want him to be in charge.

Ah, he’d done well. Eyes lowered, she nodded. Set the coffee cup down. Reached for his zipper. The board chairman criticized the poor performance of the Asset Management Division while Cath unzipped his trousers and pushed his shorts aside. From very far away, he heard Winston saying something pompous that made the others laugh as she wrapped her lips around his cock and drew him into her mouth. She was too short to kneel in front of his chair comfortably, so she bent at the waist, her arse in the air, legs spread, one hand braced on the seat and the other wrapped around him. Nev groaned, running his fingers down the length of her body.

This was utterly mad. Risky and irresponsible. So bloody hot, he could hardly stand it.

He couldn’t be happier that he’d refused to take the call in the same room as Winston.

He and Cath knew their way around each other by now, and she was hitting all the right spots, using the right pressure, the right suction to drive him out of his mind. Her head bobbed up and down between his legs, her arse wiggling enticingly, and he had to tear his eyes away and look for some sort of distraction, anything, because he couldn’t take much more of this, not if he was going to keep from coming in her mouth.

The mere thought made his balls draw tight, and for a long moment he fought for control. It’s her fantasy, you selfish git. Don’t ruin it for her.

“Turn round,” he said in a rough voice. She slowly straightened, swirling her tongue in a parting flourish, and smiled before she showed her back to him.

“Spread your legs.” The skirt drew tighter across her ass, the pleats opening up between her thighs. Christ, she was hot.