“I want you naked,” she rasped, and her lithe fingers undid his pants, dropping them to the floor. Her hand closed around him for the second time but nothing hindered her movement, and his breath hitched as she stroked him.
This hot little morning quickie was about to be very over if she kept doing that.
To distract her, he stripped off her dress and threw it...somewhere and then she was spread out on his desk wearing nothing at all, so achingly beautiful it hurt his chest to look at her.
I need you. Right now. Later. Tomorrow. Maybe longer than that.
His fingers shook as he rolled on the condom. From need. From emotions he couldn’t name. From the sheer desire this woman evoked. He bent one of her legs to open her farther but she smiled wickedly and shook her head.
“Not like this.” She flipped over on her stomach, arching her back and glancing over her shoulder at him like a naughty fantasy come to life. “Like this.”
Legs spread wide in invitation, she jiggled her rear. His eyelids slammed closed involuntarily and he forced them open because no way was he missing a moment of this visual delight.
“Keith, hurry. Take me now and make me come like you did last night.”
Groaning, he slid into her slowly, relishing the tight heat. But she was having none of that. Impatiently, she rolled her hips, drawing him deeper, and her little cries inflamed him with urgency.
Gripping her hips, he filled her again and again until she went rigid and then convulsed around him, squeezing a shattering climax from the depths of his soul.
His midsection contracted as he emptied himself, leaving nothing behind. Almost unable to stand, he braced his arms against the desk, one on each side of the amazing woman before him. Cheek to the blotter, she closed her eyes and let a blissful, smug smile bloom.
She was thoroughly enjoying the liberties he’d insisted she take. Good. He was, too.
It hit him like a two-by-four to the head—their affair wasn’t so great this time around just because she was so hot and ready and taking charge, but because they were coming together as equals. He’d never had that before.
When he thought he could move without collapsing to the floor in a jellified heap, he bent forward and laid his lips against her temple in a long kiss. “Maybe next time we’ll make it to the bed.”
I want you close to me while you dream.
“Been there, done that. No thanks. Next on my list is the hot tub out on your balcony.”
Disappointment flared but he shoved it back. He was getting exactly what he’d asked for—what was there to be disappointed about?
“Done. Come by tonight.” The last thing he needed was to spend another sleepless night after Cara left, but he was apparently incapable of saying no.
He helped Cara get dressed and drew on his ruined shirt. She pecked him on the cheek in what he assumed was goodbye and then dived in for a long, lingering kiss full of sensual promise that he couldn’t have stepped away from if a category five hurricane hit.
Who could blame him for spitting out yes after yes? This new Cara blew his mind, in so many ways. And the more he tried to convince himself it was strictly sexual, the less he believed it.
This was a dangerous game to be playing in the midst of the rescheduled expo. Perhaps he should focus on that and not on this impossible dynamic between them. But as Cara’s sexy backside disappeared through the door and Keith contemplated how he’d get past Alice with the buttons hanging by threads from his shirt, he had a pretty good idea a hot tub was in his future.
Nine
The promised email was indeed in Cara’s inbox when she returned to her room from Keith’s office, not at all ashamed to have just experienced an amazing orgasm on the boss’s desk with his staff milling around outside the door.
Cornering him in his lair had been the most daring thing she’d ever done. But she knew he wouldn’t have shoved her out the door. It was part of what made this fling so great—she didn’t have to wonder where she stood with Keith. Didn’t have to worry he’d leave her again because she planned to ensure this relationship stayed fun and nonpermanent, as he’d specified.
It was perfect.
And he’d never find out she’d cried herself to sleep last night, longing for it not to feel as if she’d sold her soul to the devil for a company with her name on it and an earth-shattering carnal affair with someone she’d probably never see again after the expo finished.
The expo’s new schedule called for the bridal fashion show on the second day, which was perfect. She and Meredith would be able to make the final alterations today and tomorrow, no problem...assuming Cara stayed out of Keith’s office, that was.