Jason laughed. “I forgot about your fantasy.” He went to his desk and touched a button. Immediately, the glass around the office turned opaque, and shutters slowly unfurled from the ceiling, turning the office into a private one in the space of a few seconds.
“Well…” I smiled. “That’s impressive.”
“I use that setting for sensitive meetings.” He leaned on the desk and pulled me into his arms. “Very rarely though, so you can be sure everyone out there is wondering exactly what we’re doing in here.”
I traced my fingers along the crisp cotton of his shirt. “As if you’d care.”
“You know I don’t.” He curled one hand around the back of my neck and pulled me in for a kiss then pressed the button again, sending the shutters up and clearing the glass. He stroked my tongue with his, sending waves of heat crashing through me, and when he released me, my skin was flushed and I was almost breathless.
We had an audience. From the lower floor, curious stares were turned in the direction of Jason’s office. The moment passed quickly as they all tried to look busy and focused on anything but their boss making out with a woman in his office.
I giggled. “Now you’ve given them something to talk about.
“Everyone talks about their bosses anyway.” He shrugged, nonchalant. “Lunch is next door.”
“The hotel?”
He nodded and led me back to the elevator.
The crosswalk was a few floors below his office. It was both scary and exhilarating to walk through what seemed like a long glass balcony miles above the ground.
The hotel had numerous restaurants, but Jason’s destination was a luxurious suite where the lunch he’d already ordered was waiting for us.
There was a bowl of strawberries and a covered dish filled with cream. I raised an eyebrow in Jason’s direction then dipped one of the strawberries in cream and took a bite. “Is this how you have lunch every day?”
He watched me lick cream from my fingers, his gaze hungry, almost predatory. “Not until now, but I’m willing to make it a habit if you are.” He wrapped his hand around my wrist and brought my fingers to his lips. His tongue flicked over my cream-covered skin, and heat pooled between my legs.
“Why don’t you tell me how your office fantasy goes?” he suggested, looking intently at my face.
“You look as if I’m about to make a business proposal.” His eyebrow quirked, and I laughed nervously. “It’s not very defined,” I said. “Just…you, in a suit…”
He grinned and smoothed his jacket. “I got that part already.”
“Yeah.” I bit my lip. “You do.”
His eyes turned serious. “Do I bend you over a desk or fuck you up against the wall?”
My breath fanned out from between my lips. “Both,” I whispered. “Then you fuck me from behind.”
“Hmm.” His eyes were dark and cloudy with desire, and that aroused me even more. He fed me another cream-covered fruit, and I licked the white sweetness from his fingers, hungry for much more than food.
“Do I take off your clothes?” he asked.
“Not completely.”
He pulled my top down over my shoulders, trapping my upper arms in the stretched-out neckline and exposing my strapless bra. “Like this?”
I trembled. “More.”
He pulled down the bra, and my breasts sprang free, nipples pointed and aching for his touch.
He drew a finger over one pink nipple, mesmerized. I knew he loved my breasts, and it awed me how reverential he became whenever he saw them. “So fucking beautiful,” he whispered.
I could barely breathe. My lips parted as I drew in shallow breaths, intensely aroused. He squeezed my nipple between his thumb and forefinger then did the same to the other one before leaning down to cover my mouth with a hot, demanding kiss.
“Is it fast or slow?” he asked, releasing my lips.
“Fast.” I exhaled, my core clenching. “Fast and hard.”