“My office.”
“You own the building?” she asked.
“Yes,” I answered.
“Are you showing off?”
I shook my head. “Nope, I just want to show you what my offices look like. We occupy three floors.”
I stepped off the elevator and gave her the grand tour of the floor with the HR department along with marketing and advertising. I didn’t get the same warm greeting as Mary, but my people were dedicated to doing their jobs.
“This is my floor,” I said when the elevator doors slid open again.
There was a quiet buzz to the place. Everyone was working, doing exactly what they were paid to do. There were a few nods as we made our way to my office. No one rushed out to hug me and I wouldn’t have appreciated it if they had. I didn’t do the hugging thing. I didn’t think that belonged in the workplace at all, but that was something to be discussed later.
I opened the doors to my office and gestured for her to enter. “Wow,” she said as she walked in. “Why are you wasting time at our offices when you could be here?”
“Because I need to be at the tax firm right now,” I said and closed the doors behind us. “Can I get you something to drink?” I walked to the fully stocked bar and opened the fridge.
“Water, please,” she murmured as she moved toward the windows. “This view is amazing.”
“Yes, it is,” I answered and handed her the water.
“No one said a word to you,” she said without looking at me. “Doesn’t that bother you?”
“Nope. They are working. Did you hear any chatter?”
She slowly turned to face me. “No. I heard nothing. I felt nothing. We could have been walking through a museum.”
I smiled. “Exactly.”
“That’s what you want our office to be like?”
I nodded while staring into her blue eyes. “I do.”
Her eyes dropped to my mouth. I wasn’t sure what changed, but there was a definite shift in the air. I stepped away from her and walked across the plush carpeting and locked my office door. I wasn’t going to assume anything was going to happen, but I was going to be prepared.
She was still standing in front of the window and watching me as I crossed the room toward her once again. “They’re all out there doing their jobs. No one is complaining. No one is looking for accolades. They get paid well and they know what I want.”
“And what you want, you get?” she asked.
I stopped about a foot in front of her. “Usually.”
“Does that get you off?” she whispered. “Being in control? Feeling powerful?”
“That’s not how I get off, but I think you know that,” I said in a husky voice and took a step closer to her. “You can’t tell me you forgot what gets me off.”
Her eyes locked on mine. I knew she wanted me. She hated me, but she wanted me. I decided to take what we both wanted. I leaned forward and kissed her. I half-expected her to knee me in the balls. When she grabbed my waist and jerked me forward, I knew my balls were safe.
Chapter 17
Saige
His mouth opened wide, making room for my tongue to slide right in. I had a white-knuckle grip on his waist and suddenly felt the need to feel his skin. I needed to have his body against mine. I jerked the shirt up, pulling it from his pants. My hands slipped under the shirt and brushed over his skin that felt overheated.
His hands reached around me and grabbed my ass. He jerked my body against his as his mouth devoured mine. There was a ferocity to the kiss that fueled my passion like I had never experienced before. My nails dragged over his chest. I felt him jerk as he sucked in a breath.
“I knew you remembered,” he hissed against my mouth.
I hated it, but I remembered every little detail. I reached for the belt buckle and quickly undid it. There was a desperation inside me I couldn’t explain. I had to have him. Nothing was going to stop me from getting what I wanted. I jerked the pants open and stuck my hand inside, wrapping my fingers around his swollen member.
“I remembered this,” I told him and tugged on him.
He grunted, his head going back before he leaned forward and looked me in the eyes. “I might need a refresher,” he whispered.
His hands reached for the hem of my skirt and hiked it up. “Window!” I gasped when I realized I was exposed from the waist down.
“Tinted. No one can see in.”
“Oh,” I said and returned my attention to the more pressing matters in hand. I squeezed his cock and pulled another grunt from him.
His hand reached for my panties and jerked them down. I shimmied out of them and kicked them from my ankles. “You want this,” he hissed as he cupped between my legs.
“Just do it,” I snapped.
I wasn’t interested in conversation or fueling that alpha-male thing. I was doing this for me, not him. He chuckled before attacking my neck with teeth and tongue. “Always so demanding,” he murmured as his fingers slid over my folds.
I dropped his cock and wrapped my arms around him. I felt unsteady and was afraid I would collapse. The pleasure he was giving me with just a few well-placed kisses on my neck and his hand between my legs threatened to knock me to my knees.
“That’s it,” he encouraged. “Hold on tight.”
He pushed a finger inside me. I stifled the cry that tried to escape my throat. I was going to come. The man had barely done anything, and I was ready to come apart in his arms. I didn’t want him to get the satisfaction, but damn if I didn’t want my own.
“Don’t stop,” I groaned.
“Not a chance in hell.”
He pushed the finger in deeper. I was on my tippy toes with my heels still on. His other hand wrapped around me, anchoring me to his body while he pushed a second finger inside. It had been too long, and my body had been starving for this kind of attention. Trying to stop the orgasm would be like trying to stop a speeding freight train with my finger.
I arched, my head going back as my nails dug into his shoulders through his shirt. “Holy shit,” he breathed. “Fuck me. I have to be inside you. I have to feel this.”
He released me and pushed down his pants with jerky hands. I was still spasming from the orgasm. My vision actually blurred. His hands were on me again, pushing me back before lifting me a few inches and dropping me on the corner of his desk. He stepped between my legs and returned his hand to intimately touch me.
“You’re not done yet,” he growled.
I wanted to tell him I was, but damn if I wasn’t craving his dick. I wiggled a bit on the desk and opened my legs a little wider. He was a large man in every sense of the word. A moment later, he was rolling on a condom and was pushing inside of me. There was some resistance initially. I wiggled and opened my legs wider.
“Stop,” he gasped. “Stop fucking moving.”
“I can’t. It won’t. Please.” I couldn’t form sentences. My brain was overloaded with a hundred different sensations of pleasure. I was certain I was going to implode. Every cell in my body had suddenly awoken. There was a hum of excited electricity pumping through my veins as he entered my body one glorious inch at a time.