About Last Night

“Bend over.” She did, and he was lost. He’d meant to touch her, to run his hands along her thighs and use his tongue to drive her as mad as she was making him, but the sight of her bent over his desk like the world’s finest present, the lacy tops of her stockings peeking out from under her skirt—and garters, for the love of Christ—it was too good to resist. He reached between her legs. No knickers. She was slippery and wet where he stroked her, hot and swollen, and she moaned when he brushed her clit with his thumb, nearly making him lose it for the second time.

“Bloody fucking hell, Cath.” He flipped up her skirt, took hold of her hips, and plunged into her slick welcome with one hard thrust and an animal groan.

He wasn’t going to last. Two strokes, three, four, and he was about to go off. Unwilling to leave her behind, knowing she was close, he brought his hand back between her legs. “Come for me now, love. That’s an order.”

She did a brilliant job of it, clutching at the desk and biting her hand to keep quiet as her inner muscles clamped around him and milked him of every last drop in what had to be the most explosive orgasm of his life.

When she relaxed, he collapsed into his chair, bringing her along to curl up on his lap. The conference call was wrapping up, the board chair reminding the others of the date and time of the next meeting. He stroked her arm absentmindedly, his thoughts all crooked and disorganized.

She kissed the tip of his nose, an unusually tender gesture for Cath. “Your cheeks are pink. Anyone would know what we’ve been up to.”

“It’s entirely your fault. Between that skirt and those stockings, there was no hope for me.” He kissed the crown of her head. “I’m sorry I couldn’t make it better for you. I got carried away.”

She nestled her face against his shoulder and smiled. “No worries. That was exactly what I had in mind when I walked through the door.”

“You wanted to make me lose my head?”

“Uh-huh.” She smoothed her hand over his tie and tucked herself against his neck. “I love it when you get all beastly with your suit still on. World’s Naughtiest Banker. I wanted to make you lose your shit in your highfalutin office.”

He laughed. “You’re an evil woman. How long have you been planning my downfall?”

“A few days.”

“Any other fantasies I ought to know about?”

With a wicked smile, she said, “Plenty. But I’m not telling you about any of them.”

She pushed off his chest, and he reluctantly let her up. “Are you important enough to rate your own bathroom?” she asked, wrenching her skirt into place.

He pointed to the door of the WC, and she disappeared for a few minutes while he made himself decent. On her way back to him, she snagged the plastic bag and dropped it on his desk. “I hope you like pad thai, City. I didn’t know if it would be up to your standards.”

“You’re not staying.”

Of course she wasn’t. She’d turned up at his office—the brightest, most exciting thing to happen to him all day—and given him head at his desk. Naturally, she wouldn’t share the takeaway. That would be too intimate.

“Nope. I know how you are. One minute I’m eating in your office, and the next thing I know you’re calling it a date.”

He followed her to the door and kissed her one more time before opening it. “You’ll come by the flat later.”

“I might.”

“You will.”

“Yeah, okay, I will.” She ran a fingertip along his jawline. “But I’m not saying what time.”

Halfway down the hall, she passed Winston on his way toward Nev’s office. “Hiya, Winston. How’s it hanging?” she asked. His brother didn’t answer, but he turned around to watch her walk away, and when he met Nev’s eye there was an insolent appreciation there that made Nev want to punch him.

“Her again?” Winston asked. “Whatever do you see in that woman?”

“What do you want?”

“I spoke to Mother. She’s concerned you aren’t taking the terms of your promotion seriously.”

“Is that all?”

Winston eyed him appraisingly. “You’re strange lately. I don’t know if it’s this girl you’re shagging or something else, but you ought to snap out of it.”

“When I want your advice, I’ll ask you for it.”