Reckless (Irresistible 6)

“You know we’re good at that,” he said calmly. “Anything else?”

My mind raced for a moment. “No kissing,” I decided. “My mouth or my pussy.”

“As long as I get to fuck you, AJ, I’m good.”

I writhed a little as I let his words sink in. They made me feel hot, my clothes feel too tight—like I could feel every shift of fabric against my skin as we gazed at each other in silence, both of us listening to the sound of Liza’s footsteps coming back.

In seconds, her voice was behind me again.

“Here we go,” she said brightly, handing me back the forms and then bringing her smiling eyes to Adam. “Thanks, Adam. Have a good night.”

“You too,” Adam said, his gaze returning smoothly to mine as Liza turned and went. He kept it fixed on me even as he said, “Anyone else out there?”

“No,” Liza called over her shoulder from halfway down the hall. “You guys are the last ones left.”

I suppressed my smirk, shaking my head at the pleased look in Adam’s eyes, and for the next ten seconds, our stares remained locked, unwavering.

But once we heard the ding of the elevator, the air shifted. I caught the flicker in his eye as we listened to the doors open.

And as soon as they closed, he broke the silence.

“May I have those forms back, please?” he asked with a courteousness we both knew was a farce.

There was nothing professional about this moment, so I shot a sarcastic look as I obliged, walking the forms over to him and trying not to melt under the blaze of his stare. But it felt like I was under the most erotic spotlight. The entire office was silent save for the neat click of my heels and with Adam’s wolfish gaze roaming freely all over my body, I felt so keenly aware of my breasts in my lace bra. My hips and thighs wrapped in my tight skirt. I had literally never been more eager, more aroused.

Of course, I refused to show it.

I was determined to hide any sliver of emotion—to act like this was just something I wanted to get done for the sake of efficiency. It was a little absurd, yes, but I strictly did not want to give Adam any more reason to be smug.

So I kept a fairly straight face on a

s I finally stood in front of his desk, a wry look in my eye as I handed over the folder.

“Anything else I can do for you?”

It was a question I asked him ten times a day, but this time was obviously different.

A wicked smile on his lips, Adam let his eyes linger on my chest before he said it—the same words that kicked off my dirty little dream.

“Take your clothes off for me.”

12

ADAM

Christ.

Just the thrill of saying that.

Reclined in my seat, I spread my legs wider apart, adjusting my cock and giving a slow stroke as I took in her ass—the way it moved from side to side in that skirt as she went to close the door.

And once it was shut, she turned around, making me grin as she gave me attitude. That reluctant, tired-of-your-shit look that she gave whenever I asked her to cancel on someone or come in on a weekend.

It was a look I got often.

But never as she was unbuttoning her top, showing me those beautiful tits.

Goddamn.