"Everything was in that file," he said after a few seconds. "You know everything."
"Okay." I let out a slow breath of air that I didn't know I'd been holding. "Okay," I said again. We were really doing this.
"Then we’ve come to an agreement?" Donovan asked with a tone that hinted of hopefulness.
I considered but was already nodding.
"And exclusive commitment," I added, as he got up from his chair and walked around to lean on the other side of the desk just in front of me.
"We already have an exclusive commitment. So that goes without saying " He was semi-aroused. Hard to miss when his crotch was now at eye level, but let’s face it, I probably would have looked anyway.
"Except we've never said it. I had no idea you weren't sleeping with anyone else." I pressed my hand along the inside of his knee. It was right there. It was impossible to resist.
"If you had any idea what goes on inside of me, Sabrina, you would know—I'm not sleeping with anyone else. There's not going to be anyone else.”
I pushed my hand flat, on his inner thigh and stood so we were face to face. "You know that’s what all cheaters say."
"I guess you'll just have to trust me." His thigh muscle flexed under my palm.
"And I guess you'll just have to… Well. You have private eyes on me." My hand drew closer to the bulge in his pants. He was now fully erect.
Before I could reach the prize, however, he grabbed my hand and brought it to his lips. He sucked one long finger into his mouth. "And are those private eyes going to bother you?"
"The private eyes won't." I shivered as he drew my next finger into his mouth along with the first. "I'd like the cameras off, though."
"We'll only use them to make dirty movies." Three fingers in his mouth now, and I wondered if I'd be able to come just from this. "And you agree we can be public?"
This one I'd been iffy about. On the one hand, we couldn't really have a grown-up relationship if we were sneaking around everywhere. On the other hand, his reputation was secure. Mine, not so much. I was still really new to the company. I didn't need my whole team thinking their leader was only here because she was fucking the boss.
Though it was kind of true. Just wrong boss.
"How about we don't announce anything?" I offered as a concession. "We can be private without being secretive. We don't need to be obvious."
He rocked his head back and forth, considering, then drew all four of my fingers into his mouth, sucking on them hard before answering. "I suppose I can agree to that."
Next, he licked his tongue along the surface of my palm. I shifted my weight from one hip to the other, entranced by the erotic tingles that traveled down my spine.
I had no idea how I had the sense to remember the last thing I had on my agenda. But somehow I did. "Oh, and I'd appreciate a little more romance."
His eyes burned into me. "And I'd appreciate a few more hand jobs."
I nodded as his mouth closed down over mine. His kiss was teasing, nipping at my lips. He pulled my hand down to his pants, a silent command, and I began unbuckling him eagerly.
"Darken the glass," I whispered against his lips.
"I'll worry about the glass. You worry about my cock." He didn’t darken it.
So much for not being obvious.
We’d played this scenario out before, touching each other when others were nearby. The risk of being seen thrilled me to no end. My heart was pounding. I was breathy, as though it were his hands on my sex organ rather than my hands on his. Some responsible area of my brain shouted a warning to me, begging me to ignore the high I was riding and demand some privacy.
But another part of me reasoned: it was late. Most everyone was gone. And hadn’t I just agreed to let him take care of me?
So he’d take care of me. He'd watch out to make sure we weren't caught. And in return, I'd take care of him.
His cock was thick like steel in my hand, still wet from his attention. It was slick enough to run down the length of him, up and down. A burst of pre-cum formed at his tip and I drew it down his shaft, pumping him the way I knew he liked. Soon he wrapped his hand in my hair and pulled my face up so he could kiss me as I stroked him. Deep, lush, possessive kisses. Kisses that told me exactly the way he imagined fucking my cunt.
It was so fucking hot. His mouth. The low groans in the back of his throat. Knowing there could be anybody walking by behind us made me moan along with him.
When he was close, he broke his kiss so he could ask, "Where do you want it?"
I was prepared to swallow, but I'd let him choose. "Wherever you want to put it."
"I want to put it on your tits."
My knees buckled. Thank God he was holding onto me or I might've lost my balance. The image sounded so sexy.
But the windows…
"Trust me, Sabrina." He could read my hesitation every fucking time. "Or don't. But you have to hurry." The strain of his voice told me, even if his words hadn't, how near he was to climax.
"Unbutton my shirt," I told him without another minute’s pause.
He was fast, and my shirt was undone and my bra cups tugged down before I could second-guess myself. Then he put his hand over mine, taking over the action of the hand job. I knelt down as he stood, just in time. With a guttural moan, he shot his load over my bare breasts. Cum dripped along my décolletage, down over my nipples. I was covered with him.
I peered up and grinned, feeling as satisfied as if I'd been the one to orgasm.
He matched my grin with one of his own. After tucking himself away, he helped me to my feet. "If I offered to go get something to clean you up, would that count as romantic?"
Considering how sex had ended often for us in the past… "I'd say that's a good start."
The next afternoon, I received flowers by delivery. A large beautiful mixed bouquet that was impossible to miss as the deliveryman walked in through the office. Everyone was talking about them, about who sent them. At least that's what Ellen said when she brought them in to me.
"Some are saying you have an admirer," she said. "But most are sure you must be seeing someone."
Yeah, the secret wasn't going to last. Particularly since it seemed like Donovan didn’t care if it didn’t.
Well, people could talk. It didn't mean they knew.
"Are they from Kincaid?" she asked.
Okay, she knew. And if she knew, it wouldn't be long before everyone did.
"I guess I should open the card." I found the envelope buried in the stems and tore it open. Inside was a simple note in Donovan’s handwriting. He must have gone into the shop and ordered them in person. Would you be my date for prom (a.k.a. Weston's wedding)? –D.
He definitely had no intention of keeping our relationship low key. If I showed up as his date to Weston's wedding, everyone in the office would know we were together.
But, wow.
What a way to ask. Here was the romance I’d requested. My heart was racing and I could feel the flush on my cheeks.
Suddenly, I didn't really give a fuck who knew about us either. I would go to his prom with him. I would be his date.