by Gordon, Gina
He leaned up and captured her lips in a kiss. He cupped her cheeks with both hands, expecting to use force to keep her lips pressed to his. Instead she opened for him and let him explore the warm cavern of her mouth.
He let his hand fall to her shoulder and pulled her purse from her arm, dropping it on the ground beside them. It was a lot easier than he had expected, getting her to drop her guard and give in to his seduction, but despite the stiffness in his pants that desperately begged for release, he had a plan, and he was going to follow it.
His hand inched farther up her leg, stopping just before he reached the juncture between her thighs.
She whimpered when his finger swiped over the heated fabric of her pants. He let his hand stay there, rubbing up and down with his knuckles. She spread her legs wider.
“Tell me you don’t want this,” he whispered against her lips. She didn’t have to answer; her eyes demanded more.
Jordan leaned in for a kiss, this time deepening his actions. “Tell me you don’t think about us going a second round.” He grabbed the legs of the chair, pulling it closer so that her center was flush against his abdomen. Instinctively, she rubbed against him, heating his body with the fire that burned between her legs.
Her hands began to roam up and down his arms, over his chest, down his abdomen.
“Are you sure this is something you don’t want to pursue?” he whispered.
She moaned. “We can’t.”
“Your eyes say yes.” Jordan traced her bottom lip with his finger, then nipped at it with his lips. “Your hands say yes.”
He covered her hand as it rested on his chest. “I bet if I stuck my hand down your pants, your pussy would say yes too.”
A small whimper escaped her mouth and she covered his lips with her own. He hated breaking their contact, especially when she had finally given in, but Jordan needed to bring his plan home.
“I know you’re wet for me. I can smell you even with your pants on. So sweet.”
Jordan rose and bent forward, his body hovering over hers as she sat in the chair. He eased her back, resting her body against the plastic, then trailed his forefinger down her neck, over her breasts, across her stomach, and finally settled between her legs.
Her breath hitched. He hadn’t planned to bring her release—his intention to leave her begging for more with no choice but to return with him to his office —but she looked so close to tipping over the edge. He wanted to see her face as her body shook with pleasure just from the movement of a single finger.
He nuzzled her neck as his right hand cupped her mound. “I think you like what I’m doing.”
She nodded. It looked as though she wanted to speak but couldn’t get out the words.
“You like it, but you won’t let me have you again.”
“It’s...” Her breath hitched with every movement of his fingers against her mound. They circled and rubbed over the thin fabric of her pants. “We shouldn’t...”
He decided to call her bluff and play one of his own. “I should get you all worked up, then stop just as you’re about to release.”
Her eyes widened and she answered in short breaths, “Please don’t stop.”
He increased the speed of his fingers against her. Her clit swelled and pulsed beneath the fabric. Her kissed her neck, peppering light nips against her creamy skin. Her hairline glistened with sweat, her moans grew louder, and a growl vibrated in her throat.
“Are you ready to come for me?” he whispered in her ear.
She let her head fall back as she shivered. The urge to rip off her pants and plunge balls-deep into her hot, wet opening was overwhelming, but he rid himself of the thought and concentrated on her beautiful face.
“Jordan.” Becca moaned his name over and over again, until she tensed. Her entire body rocked, one giant convulsion taking over as she embraced the waves of pleasure pulsing through her body. She responded to his touch so quickly, her orgasms so hard, it was a beautiful thing to behold.
He kissed her, soft and slow, and she melted against him, her body limp from her orgasm.
As much as he wanted to continue the action, part of his plan was to keep Becca on her toes, leave her wanting more.
Hiding out in this closet for the rest of the day wasn’t going to get her to his office any sooner. “We should get to work.”
Becca groaned. He stood up and grabbed her drink and flowers. It took her a couple of seconds to regroup, but she finally stood and straightened her clothes, picked up her purse from the floor, and swung it over her shoulder.
When they emerged from their hidden spot, Becca stepped out into the hall with a dazed but oh so satisfied look on her face.
Jordan leaned on the frame of the door—confident in his plan of action— giving her his best I-want-to-fuck-you stare. The wanton look radiating in her eyes didn’t help his own need for release he had been experiencing for almost two weeks.
He curved one finger toward her, motioning for her to step closer, and then he whispered, “If I can make you come with one hand, imagine what I can do with my whole body.”
Her jaw dropped, but she remained composed. It was do-or-die time, and Jordan was pulling out all the stops.
Cheesy pickup lines didn’t seem to be working for him. Maybe she would respond to dirty.
Despite his best efforts, Becca still did not visit his office that day.
Chapter Five
Friday
Traffic had been a battle that morning and Jordan was running a little late. He probably missed Becca while she was on her way to get her morning caffeine fix, but he knew he’d still be able to catch her on her way back up to her office. He leaned against the wall, resting one foot on the tile, folding his arms across his chest.
A couple of minutes later he heard the click of high heels in the distance. He turned to the entryway just as black knee-high boots approached him. His eyes followed the black stockings as they disappeared under flowing black fabric that skimmed the middle of her thigh. The dress wrapped around curvy hips and draped low on the bustline, revealing the swell of familiar breasts. Dark ringlets fell loosely down to her shoulders. Her eyes were dark. Not just in color but in decoration—black lined her lids, then softened into a smoky gray shadow. Her lips were colored a deep red, blood red.
They had the slightest shine. So kissable.
So perfect to be wrapped around his cock.
Becca’s appearance was a surprise.
A beautiful, unexpected, sexy surprise.
She broke out the sex kitten today. On purpose? Did she make herself even more appealing out of spite?
She approached, finally stopping only a foot away. It didn’t come as a surprise when she placed one finger under his chin to close his gaping mouth.
Jordan surveyed her again from head to toe, and when he finally returned to her face, he couldn’t help the single word that escaped his mouth. “Wow.”
He watched the color change in her face.
“Rebecca?” A deep, hearty voice called to her from behind.
Jordan peeked around her shoulder and saw a man, tall, blond, and confident.
Tall, blond, and creepy.
She turned to see who was calling and smiled at the man as he approached.
But Jordan noticed a difference in the way she looked at him. Her eyes still sparkled but the sparkle was friendly, no lust seeping through the dark brown pools, no heat burning through her gaze. Although this guy sidled up to her and rested his hand on the small of her back, Jordan wasn’t jealous. Nope. Not at all. Not one tiny bit.
“Are we going up?” the stranger asked.
“Yes,” she croaked. Becca had to clear her throat to get out the words. She returned her gaze to Jordan, and her eyes moved up and down his body before she spoke again. “I’ve got to get going.”
He nodded. Blond guy gave him a snarky glare before he turned and led her into the elevator. Jerk-off!
Jordan shook his head in disappointment. He didn
’t even get to use his line.
***
That afternoon, Jordan checked his e-mail for the hundredth time. Two weeks. It had been two weeks since his steamy encounter with Becca in the elevator.
He ran his mouse across the pad, clicking and reclicking, trying his best to focus on something, anything other than Becca.
He hoped she would call, e-mail, send a carrier pigeon. Something to indicate that he wasn’t the only one jonesing for another taste. He promised her a taste. He hoped like hell that she would cash in.
All week he had tried to break down her resistance. At first, his ego led the charge, wanting her for another quickie in his office. But by Thursday, he realized that his day felt complete when he spoke to her, even if for only a minute. So this morning, he had set to work with the intent of making her see that he wasn’t just looking for another elevator romp. But he never even got to use his line.
Jordan was drawn to her vulnerability. Where other men might think she was easy, having sex with a stranger in a crisis situation, he knew there was more to her motives.
A soft voice coming from the intercom caught his attention. “Mr. Murphy. There is a Ms. Clarke here to see you.” He wasn’t expecting anyone. “She doesn’t have an appointment but she insists that you will see her. Rebecca Clarke?”
“Rebecca?”
“Yes, sir. Should I send her away?”
“No!” Jordan jumped out of his seat.
“I’ll be right there.” He smoothed down his tie and ran his fingers through his hair while rushing for the door to his office.
When he reached his secretary’s desk, the two ladies were engaged in casual conversation. Becca leaned against the high desk, her body cruelly covered up by a coat. The fragrant scent of coffee and the subtle scent of her perfume swirled in the air around him, taking him back to that day in the elevator and the mind-blowing sex they had shared. When she noticed him, she straightened her body, tugging at the belt of her coat. Her eyes blazed with desire, sending a wave of heat in his direction.
“Hi.” She spoke with a soft whisper.
“Hi.” If he had any intention of keeping her around, he was going to have to be more than monosyllabic. “Thank you, Janice.” He acknowledged his assistant, her blue eyes darting back and forth between them, no doubt trying to put together the pieces of their story. He ignored the blond woman’s questioning eyes and focused on Becca. “Ms. Clarke, come with me.”
Becca picked up the cardboard tray of coffee that sat on the desk. She walked toward him with the little wiggle that he had come to love. A sly grin curled at the side of her lips. When she walked in past him, his nose filled with the scent of her perfume, lilac or roses or daisies.
Whatever it was, it stirred his desire.
“I was hoping you could help me with something, Mr. Matthews,” she said just loud enough that his coworkers would think this was a business meeting. Not only was she drop-dead sexy, but she was smart and crafty.
Becca walked ahead of him into his corner office, and he motioned with his hand for her to enter. She sashayed toward his big black desk. Her nape was bare. It screamed for him to trail his tongue along her creamy skin. He watched her pull at the belt of her black trench coat; then he turned to close and lock the door behind them.
When he turned around, five and a half feet of raw sex appeal stared him right in the face. Her black coat puddled around her feet, leaving her in nothing but a black bra and matching thong. Spread across her hips was a black garter that held up black stockings. Becca held her weight on one foot as she stood before him even more beautiful than he remembered.
“I seem to have lost all my clothes,”
she said seductively. “Would you be willing to help me find them?”
“Absolutely not! Finding your clothes would be a crime against nature.” There was no reason for a body like that to be covered up at any time.
He stalked over to where she stood and pulled her to his body, her skin so warm and soft. Their previous encounter had prevented him from touching her the way he craved, their clothes an unwanted barrier that wouldn’t be a problem this time.
He grasped the back of her neck and smashed his mouth down on hers, unable to contain his need. Two weeks of pent-up sexual frustration wrapped around them, blocking out logic, nervousness,
embarrassment. There was only the two of them.
Her lips followed in his frantic rhythm. She gave as good as he was giving. Her hands snaked around his back and she squeezed him against her body, her palms flat against his shoulder blades.
Jordan’s hands roamed the length of her body, from her smooth shoulders to her supple thighs, and rested on her bare bottom.
Becca pulled away, her breath heavy as she gasped the words she needed to say. “I’ve been thinking about you,” she admitted. Her hands made their way up and she kneaded her fingers in his hair.
“At work.” She kissed his nose. “In my car.” She kissed his neck. “In my bed.”
Jordan cleared his throat, certain that his words would be caught in the growing desire building from within. “What exactly are you doing when you’re thinking of me?”
“Would you like me to show you?”
Becca slowly slid her hand down her abdomen, the tips of her fingers gliding along the top of her garter, then between her legs. She brushed her knuckles over his erection hidden behind the fabric of his pants. Her thumb rested in the crease of her thigh and she rubbed her fingers along the skimpy lace.
“Do your fingers ever sneak underneath the lace?” His voice was low, unrecognizable.
Without answering, she slid her finger under the lace and stroked. A tiny whimper escaped from her lush mouth, already swollen from his kisses.
She continued to tease between her legs while her other hand pulled down the lace covering her breast and tweaked her nipple. Becca backed away from him until she bumped the edge of the desk. She sat on the edge, spreading her legs to give herself more room to maneuver her hand.
Her chest rose and fell a little more quickly while her tongue consistently swiped along her lips in excitement. The only thought running through his mind now was, mine.
Jordan wondered how many times she touched herself in the last two weeks while thinking of him. He wondered if she touched herself thinking about anyone else in the last two weeks. She was the only thought on his mind. His cock twitched inside his pants, desperately wanting to break free of its polyester prison at the sight of her pleasuring herself.
“Stop!” The word escaped without his consent. His brain-to-mouth filter seemed to be malfunctioning. Becca stiffened in her spot at his sudden outburst.
He closed the distance between them and grabbed both her wrists. “When you’re with me, I’ll be responsible for your pleasure. Every moan, every whimper, every scream will be because of me and what I can do with your body.”
He saw the excitement flare in her eyes. He brought the hand that was between her legs to his mouth and flicked his tongue out to taste. Sweet. Just like he remembered. He licked her finger like a lollipop.
Jordan stepped between her legs and pressed his cock into her center. He let go of her hands and grabbed her bottom, pulling her forward. She cupped his face and pulled him down to meet her, kissing him with fierce intensity, as if his lips were the only thing keeping her alive.
She undid the buttons of his dress shirt, one by one, until excitement got the better of her. She pulled at the shirt, ripping it from his waistband. The plink, plink, plink of buttons hitting the floor echoed around them. With his chest bare, she spread her hands across his pecs, fluttering her fingers through the small bit of hair that covered him. He loved the feel of her warm hands on his flesh, the feel of her soft skin caressing him. But he needed more.
Jordan reached behind her and whipped his hand from side to side, clearing away the clutter that covered his desk. He eased her down, then leaned his weight on top of her.
“I’m sorry it took me so long to
get here,” she panted against him.
Jordan would have waited an eternity for the chance to be with her again. He shook his head. “Doesn’t matter. You’re here now.”
Jordan searched her eyes for an answer, and she didn’t shy away. She stared right back, letting him know that she was just as interested, just as desperate to have him. He leaned down to take her lips in another heated kiss when the rattle of his door caught his attention.
“Murphy? Why is the door locked?”
“Shit!” Jordan froze. “That’s my boss.”
Becca immediately sat up, but in shock, Jordan hadn’t moved, and they bumped heads. A loud crack sounded and Becca clutched the top of her head with a smile that spread from ear to ear. “Ouch,” she whispered.
Jordan heard the door handle jiggle.
“Quick. Hide under the desk.”
“Excellent.” Becca squealed in excitement. “I’m going to get that under-the-desk action after all.”
She licked her lips. Jordan’s cock jumped at the sight but he had to focus on more important things—like how his boss was knocking at his door for a meeting he had forgotten while he huddled a naked woman under his desk. Visions of the unemployment line danced in his head.
“ Hurry.” Shit. Shit. He shuffled Becca around the desk and pushed her under the dark wood. He looked down at himself. The sudden interruption had taken care of his massive hard-on, but what about his disheveled state?
He eyed the coffees that sat on his desk. Immediately he opened one lid and poured some of the hot liquid on his shirt.
“Ouch,” he muttered as some coffee splashed on his chest, now a bit less impressed by his quick thinking.
“Jordan, are you okay in there?”
More insistent knocking.
“Coming. I’m just...just changing my shirt.” He headed to the door and finally opened it.
His boss stood on the other side, an annoyed look on his face. Although Jordan was over six feet, he still had to tilt his head up to look his boss in the eye.
