I can feel his body, the hard pecs, the perfect abs, the silky feel of his perfectly tailored suit.
And there’s something rougher beneath, dangerous and dark, that just turns on all my senses and makes me come alive.
His kiss is gentle at first, almost playful, as he fits his lips against mine, adjusting to find the perfect fit as he presses our bodies together, letting me feel how much he wants me.
And based on that giant, deliciously hard thing pressing against me, he wants me a lot.
It’s a thrill, being wanted by him. Enough that I’m letting him push me back and kiss me against a printer, his tongue gently parting my lips and entering with pure fire.
His hand stroking and lightly gripping my curves, making me feel so feminine and desirable.
His fingertips brushing along my scalp and the nape of my neck, playing with the shell of my ear, making me shiver.
I moan, the sound muffled by the way his tongue is turning me on. I didn’t know anyone could use their tongue that way, and I’m so wet I can barely stand it.
When my legs are trembling, he pulls back, one hand on my hip and the other on my shoulder, steadying me.
I don’t know what I look like right now, but I can only guess disheveled.
“Eva,” he says, his hoarse voice the only sign he’s as close to losing control as I am. “Tell me you want this. Or I’ll stop.”
“I want this,” I choke out because nothing has ever been truer for me. “I don’t care where it happens. I just want this right now.”
He smiles, then reaches down and catches me by the waist and lifts me up on the printer as if I weigh nothing, setting me on the flattest part.
Then, before I can realize what he’s doing, he’s taking a knee, pushing my pencil skirt up around my waist, pulling my panties down.
I gasp, but my hands are behind me, holding me in a sitting position on the printer, leaving me vulnerable to his mouth.
Just the way my body is aching for.
I glance at the door, hoping no one decides to open it.
At first, Tanner’s just staring intently at me like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen and he’s never going to get another chance.
But then he sees my expression and glances over at the door.
He sighs, getting up and grabbing an extremely heavy cabinet we left in here because no one wanted to use it.
My eyes widen as he lifts it with one hand and easily moves it in front of the door.
“There,” he says, that husky tone still in his voice, the most amazing clean, musky male scent filling the room, making my nerves stand on end. “Now no one can see you. Because this?” He walks forward, standing between my legs as he reaches between them and strokes gently along my slit. He licks his finger slowly, carefully, keeping his hot eyes on mine. “This is only for me.”
I bite my lip, letting my head fall back as he lowers himself again to a knee in front of me, apparently ready for another taste.
Should I be mad he’s already being so possessive? I don’t know anymore.
I just know there’s no one else I’ve ever wanted, so sure, for now I’ll be his.
Then his tongue closes over my clit, sending lightning through me, and I let out a moan I have to bring up my own hand to stifle.
Oh yes, I’m fine with being his.
Another jolt of pleasure moves through me as he licks down my slit and gently presses into me just enough to tease me and make me moan and writhe before he moves back up to swirl his tongue over my clit.
“So good,” I gasp out. “So good, Tanner. Don’t stop.”
“Never,” he says darkly, his lips tickling my sex in the best possible way. “Never, until you’re satisfied.”
He kisses down over my clit again, gently, slowing the tension that was rocketing though me.
“Oh God,” I moan.
“You’re the only one I want,” he says roughly, flicking his tongue out against my clit again. “And I know you don’t understand what’s happening between us, but you will someday.” He swirls his tongue around my swollen, aching bud. My whole body trembles, so close to the edge, and I can’t believe I’m holding on to a printer for dear life.
He reaches up and grabs my hands, moving them to his firm, warm, broad shoulders.
Then he looks up from between my legs, his gaze wicked, his tongue posed above me, my entire body trembling on the edge. “You’re special, Eva. Special to me, special in general, and it’s time you knew it.”
His words turn me on even as his lips grazing my sensitive sex make it impossible to hold on any longer.
Then he puts his entire mouth on me, kissing me desperately, voraciously, as if not only pleasuring me, but making a promise. The way he thoroughly conquered my mouth.
And then I’m coming, covering my mouth with one hand so the scream that comes tearing out of my throat is muffled.
Tanner comes up in an instant, covering my lips with his, stroking gently with his tongue until the fire abates within me, holding me until every wave has finally calmed, leaving me shaking in the aftermath.
Finally, I start to come back to myself, and I sink my head in against his chest, closing my eyes and just letting my body savor the sensation.
I’ve already been a very bad girl in the office. I might as well enjoy it a little longer.
As I wrap my arms around him, enjoying having him close, I have an odd sensation, like hair falling around my face. It must have fallen out of my ponytail, I suppose.
I let out a sigh, finally ready to see his face again, and open my eyes as I reach back to tuck my hair back into a ponytail again.
But no, it’s still perfect. Every strand in place. So what was I feeling?
I laugh to myself, thinking of course Tanner would make me orgasm so hard I feel things that aren’t there.
But when I meet his eyes, I see a look I’ve never seen before. It’s so tender it takes my breath away.
Until someone knocks on the door to the printer room.
“Eva, are you in there? One of the new hires needs orientation.”
I gasp, looking over at the door and then down at my overall state of dishevelment.
“I’m helping her fix the printer,” Tanner calls out. “But it’s going to be awhile. Have someone else in HR do it.”
“Oh, Tanner. Right, if the CEO says so.”
Tanner rolls his eyes at the way they deferred to him, but I can only appreciate that he spoke up so I didn’t have to call out.
I’m not sure I can even talk right now.
“Here,” he says, eyes sparkling warmly as he pushes a bracelet onto his wrist, along with another one. “I’ll help put you back together.”
“Thanks,” I say finally as he helps me off the printer and gives me a hand in rearranging my clothing. When I’m finally presentable, when the air has cleared enough to breathe, it finally hits me what has just happened.
I fall back against the printer, but Tanner catches me instantly with an arm around my waist.
“Is this blackmail?” I ask half seriously. “Because I really shouldn’t have done that, and… honestly, Tanner, I don’t know what you want.”
His smile only deepens. “No blackmail. And as for what I want? For now, I’d settle for lunch with you later. We can talk more, and—”
“This is a mistake,” I say. “I do want you, I do like you, but this is risky for me. This job is all I have, and—”