“Why do we need privacy for champagne?” she asked, her heart picking up speed when he shrugged his jacket off.
“We both know you’re not here for champagne, Shel.”
She swallowed a moan. Actually, he was right. She’d come here to tell him about her job offer and toast to it. But when he looked at her like that… “Is that so?”
He nodded, not speaking, and backed her against his desk. “I missed you. I’m happy you came to see me.”
She perched on the edge, where he’d put her, and tipped her head back. “I missed you, too. I guess I got used to having you around after work. My apartment felt…”
“Empty?” he supplied, stepping between her thighs.
“So empty,” she agreed as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
“I can fix that,” he whispered into her ear. His hands slid down her back, and he nestled his body in between her thighs. When he touched her, rubbing against her sensitive flesh, she gasped out loud. “Want me to fix it for you, Shel?”
She nodded frantically. “Yes, please.”
He kissed her as he shoved her panties aside, his fingers moving over her as his hips thrusted at the same time. Both actions, together like that, were enough to make her nipples harden and her entire body come alive. Every time he touched her, her response to him was stronger than before. If her body kept this up, she’d be internally combusting before she left for Texas. Thinking about leaving him added a tinge of desperation to her kiss as she clung to him, rocking her hips against him urgently.
She felt his surprise at her jerkiness, but he dropped to his knees, bringing his head level with her thighs. He, like always, knew what she needed, and put her first. It was one of the things she loved about him. “Eric,” she breathed, gripping the edge of the desk.
He didn’t say a word.
Just ripped her panties off and buried his face between her legs.
His tongue touched her, and she closed her eyes, letting the magic of his touch take over. Every stroke of his tongue or graze of his teeth sent her closer to the edge until she was finally soaring over it without a fear of falling, because if she did, he’d catch her.
He stood up, undid his pants with steady hands, and let them hit the floor. A crinkle of a wrapper, and then his mouth was on hers as he positioned himself between her legs and thrust inside her in one long, sure stroke. She came again, crying out his name into his mouth, and the whole world faded away until all that was left was pleasure and a need to have Eric in her arms, inside her body, for as long as time allowed.
He cradled the back of her head, threading his hand between strands of her hair, and deepened the kiss, burying himself inside her as far as he could go, pulling out, and thrusting back in. He did that over and over again, faster, harder, until she was trembling and biting her tongue to keep from crying out loud and bringing people running into his office.
Reaching between them, he touched her sensitive flesh and thrust inside her, angling his hips so he hit a spot that made her fly into the pleasure-filled haze where he sent her. He joined her, his body tensing as he hugged her tightly against her chest and didn’t let her go as she came back down. When she was firmly on the ground again, her breathing still ragged, she realized she’d been digging her nails into his shoulders this whole time.
“Sorry,” she breathed, releasing him.
“Don’t be.” He backed up, smiling at her, and kissed the tip of her nose. Never, in the course of her life, had anything ever felt more intimate than him kissing her nose while still buried inside her, in his office, of all places. It stole her breath away and blurred her vision for some odd reason. “I like it. Now…about that champagne…?”
He pulled out of her slowly and made his way across his office. With his back to her, he removed the condom and went into the bathroom. When he came out, he was drying his hands off, and his pants were back in place. The only indications that they’d just had sex on his desk were her sore thighs and the pleasure still making her limbs all tingly and weak.
She stood, picked up her panties, and went into his bathroom, too, closing the door behind her. Geez, who the heck had a private bathroom in their office?
Junior partners. That’s who.
After washing up and sliding her panties up her legs, she walked back out, still trembling. Now it was time to tell him about her job offer. Enough chickening out.
She walked into the office with every intention of doing so—but then saw he wasn’t alone. His assistant James stood with his back to the bathroom, talking to Eric in a low voice.
When Eric saw her come out, he did a quick scan to make sure she was presentable, then nodded in her direction. “Speaking of… There she is.”
James turned, smiled, and held his hand out. “Ms. Jefferson. Lovely to see you again.”
“Likewise,” she said, sliding her hand into his and smiling. He squeezed hers then let go. “Are you working late, too?”
“Yes, I just ran out to get dinner for us.” He gestured toward the two Styrofoam to-go containers. “You’re welcome to eat mine if you’re hungry. I can go grab—”
“No. God, no.” She stepped back, pressing a hand to her stomach. “I wouldn’t dream of taking your dinner. I’ll leave you guys to it. And Eric?”
He stepped closer. “Yeah?”