My glare is teasing. “You wouldn’t.”
He hums and pushes two fingers deep inside me so fast, a gasp flies from my throat. “You’re right. I’m not the sharing type.” He bends his fingers at their deepest point, his gaze shifting to where his hand disappears beneath my skirt. “Besides, I happen to recall you charging in here like time was of the essence. I would hate to keep you from more important matters.”
His thumb toys with my clit, a deep pleasurable hum vibrating from his chest.
“Perhaps I can reprioritize my to-do list.”
A cocky smile curves his lips. “Fucking your boss should always be at the top of your priority list, Miss Davies.”
He jerks his hand out from inside me, slips my panties down to my ankles, and lifts me onto his desk—all while he remains sitting. I’m already panting when he rolls his chair closer to me and shoves my skirt up to my waist, exposing me to him and to the window at his back. I’ve walked by the downtown high-rise building enough times to know there’s no shot of seeing what’s inside them during the day, but the fact that I can still see everything outside adds an unexpected thrill to his foreplay, if I can even call it that. Dexter is a busy man, which usually means he’s all about getting straight to the point.
He stands while unbuttoning his cuffs before rolling them up his forearms, his gaze never leaving my heated center. His tongue darts out, wetting his bottom lip, and then he drops his pants and pushes inside me, almost as fast as his fingers entered me. I never even saw him roll on the condom, but I feel the barrier between us.
Urgency. It took me two minutes during my first interview with the man to understand why he named his company what he did. Come to find out, he fucks with that same passion. Like he’ll die if he doesn’t make me come apart in record time.
“I missed you,” he rasps, his lust-filled gaze fascinated with where we’re connected before his lids flip up to lock on mine. “New York wasn’t the same without you, Hope.”
Hope. It still sounds strange when I hear him say my first name. Even though our fling has been a four-month affair by this point, I’m only Miss Davies in the office.
We first formed a connection on our way to a client meeting in New York City. My heart was still raw over Anderson’s rejection and from leaving the camp I’d come to know as my home. Dexter was the last person I ever expected to pull me from the darkness, but he was just the distraction I needed, at a time when I needed it most. To my surprise, our connection turned into a hookup and quickly took roots from there, continuing well beyond what I’d anticipated, but we’ve yet to make anything official.
Dexter lifts my hips, so I’m no longer seated, and he pounds into me faster while I press my palms hard against the desk. He does all the work, his dominant nature something I’ve had to adjust to. Whenever I even attempt to take control, he steals it right back, like he’s the only one who can bring me to orgasm.
“Fuck yes,” he says through gritted teeth. His pleading eyes lock on me. “Tell me you’re with me.”
“I’m right there with you.”
My assurance must have been the key to unlock the floodgate, because he’s spilling inside of me almost as soon as I’m done with my sentence.
His mouth slams to mine. “I’ll never get enough of you. These next two weeks are going to be pure torture without you right down the hall.”
My lips curl at the corners because no matter how impatient of a man he might be, he’s still sexy as hell. “You act like I’m leaving tomorrow.”
His eyes widen, and he pulls back slightly. “I didn’t tell you? You do leave tomorrow. Bright and early to catch the first ferry out.”
A flurry of emotions whip through me—emotions I can’t quite make sense of. I let out a laugh to cover my discomfort. “Ferry? Where exactly are you sending me?”
Dexter grins, slips the black envelope off his desk again, and offers it to me. This time, he lets me take it. “It’s all in here. Everything you need to know about our new client. Where to go, who you’ll meet, what your job entails. You’ll mostly be at their beck and call to ensure their reopening is a huge success. And Hope”—his sharp eyes burn into mine—“this may be a small job now, but the potential is huge, especially considering their connections. I need you to bring your A game.”
More discomfort mounts within me. Something seems wrong, but I can’t sort through my thoughts fast enough to realize why I feel this way. Staring down at the envelope, I’m almost fearful to open it.
“Come to dinner with me tonight.”
His demand is almost as shocking as the opportunity he’s handed me today. “W-what? Aren’t you going out with your investors?”
He nods. “I am. And they’re eager to meet the mystery woman I’ve been all wrapped up in. It’s time I start showing you off. As my girlfriend.”
My head is spinning. “Y-Your girlfriend?” I’m completely flattered while also completely terrified. “You and I both know how fast news travels in this industry. The rumor mill will go crazy in this office when they find out we’ve been sleeping together.”
“Who cares?” He scoffs. “I own the company. Who I date is of no concern to my employees. Besides, the longer we keep our relationship a secret, the more risk there is that they’ll find out on their own.”
I hitch a brow. “My review is coming up, remember? I need to be on my best behavior.”
His gaze drops to where I’m still completely bare. “I’d say your behavior has been indecent at best today.”
I close my legs and shove my skirt down with a laugh. “I blame my boss for propositioning me to begin with.”
He sits up and places his hands on my hips, not playing into my teasing. “Hope, I don’t want you to be my dirty little secret anymore. At first, it made sense for us to keep things between us, but we’re past that now.”
I tilt my head. “Are we?” My feelings are not the same, considering I’m the one with everything to lose. “I’ve worked hard to earn respect with everyone here.”
“They’ll still respect you.” He’s as confident as he is demanding. “I’ll make sure of it.”
I sigh, knowing there’s no arguing with him. The best I can do is buy myself more time.
There’s a light tapping on the door I recognize as belonging to Mallory. I scramble off the desk to grab my underwear.
“One moment,” Dexter booms then turns back to me.
I ignore his stare while I situate my clothing, realizing that this might be the first time I’ve felt relief from Mallory’s presence.
“Let’s make a deal,” he says, giving up on getting me to look at him. “You’re going to be gone working on this project. Take that time to think about what you want from us. We’ll talk when you’re back.”
My head jerks up, assessing his expression. His words feel like an ultimatum. He didn’t phrase it that way, but the hint of what could happen when I return to Seattle has my stomach tied up in knots. “If that’s what you want.”
His jaw ticks, and he nods while his gray eyes become colder at my response. “We both know what I want, Miss Davies. The question is, what do you want?”