More, Please(4)

His deep brown, hooded eyes looked up. His gaze raked my body, giving me pleasant shivers. A small crease formed between his eyebrows as he glanced at the clock. Regret took over his expression. “I’ve been called into a late meeting.”

“Oh.” I glanced at my watch, even though I knew the time. “Well, then…”

With sleek and graceful movements, he rose from his seat and came around the desk. I took a moment to admire his muscular frame and perfectly tailored, expensive suit.

“Time for a quickie?” I ran my hand up his hard chest.

“What are your plans after this?”

“I have no plans. Just home.”

He traced my cheek with his thumb. His smoldering eyes delved into mine. “Come to my house tonight.” It wasn’t a request.

I hesitated. I did not want to encounter that crazy woman he lived with. “Maybe…my place…instead?”

“While I do love spending time in places as small as my closet, I’d rather not brave your roommate.”

“My roommate is an ass, granted, but yours is bat-shit crazy.”

He kissed my forehead. “I’ll take care of Blaire. Stop at your house and gather whatever you’ll need. I’ll pick you up in an hour.”

His deep timbre vibrated through my body. “Okay.” I was entirely too complacent when it came to Hunter Carlisle. I couldn’t do anything about it, though. The man had his hooks in me.

“Good.” He leaned down, his lips grazing mine softly. Shocks of pleasure lit up my body as he nibbled my bottom lip. His large, warm hand slid from my chin to my neck, then down over my chest. He cupped my breast, kneading softly as the kiss intensified. His tongue entered my mouth, his hand leaving my breast and reaching under my skirt. I moaned as deft fingers danced up the space between my thighs. I clutched his shoulders as he cleared fabric away from my sex. Two fingers lightly traced along my slit, sliding my wetness over my clit before he started to massage.

“Oh,” I breathed into his mouth.

My eyelids fluttered as his fingers moved and applied pressure against my opening. I widened my stance, letting my hands roam across his chest, remembering that the door to his office was wide open. Anyone could walk in.

The thought thrilled me.

“Hmm, you’re so wet.” His deep growl rumbled hungrily.

I exhaled as two fingers worked into me. His thumb ran lazy circles across my clit, enhancing the pleasure, picking up the pace as my breath quickened.

“Yes,” I sighed. My toes curled slowly as the pressure in my core intensified.

“Bring something sexy tonight,” Hunter said in a husky voice, his finger-thrusting harder now. Faster.

Heat spread across my body. I gripped the back of his neck, holding his head down, my lips against his.

I was incapable of answering. Or kissing. All I could focus on was the delicious feeling of those fingers and the pulsing pleasure throbbing up through me. I moaned as my body tightened. I held my breath, feeling the unbearable height right before—

“Oh God!” I exalted, shuddering against him.

He smiled down at me. I couldn’t smile back. All I could do was breathe raggedly for a moment as I came down. Shock waves of pleasure zinged through my body as he adjusted my panties and straightened me out.

“One hour.” He kissed me and turned away, back to work.

“It’s going to take me an hour to get home,” I mumbled, trying to walk with legs made of Jell-O. Not that I was complaining.

Wiping the sweat from my brow, I made my way out of the office. Bert, Hunter’s driver, wasn’t out front—he’d probably gone home for the day—so I dialed the number for Hunter’s car service. The bus would probably be faster, but getting chewed out by Brenda, and then Hunter himself, for not taking private transportation wasn’t worth the aggravation.

Twenty minutes later I let myself into the small apartment I shared with Jane, a woman who really should know to pick up after herself by her late twenties. Sadly, that was not the case.

“You’re home late.” Jane sat on the couch in a faded, holey T-shirt. She had a bowl of ice cream in her lap and a smear of chocolate on her cheek.

“I’m always home late. My boss is demanding.” I quirked my eyebrow. Since when did she start noticing my schedule?

I put my keys in the bowl by the door and made my way into the kitchen, ignoring the dirty plates stacked in the sink. None of them were mine. Call me stubborn, but I’d rather live in disarray than clean up after a grown woman I wasn’t related to.

“Your rent check was on time. And here I thought this month would be your last…” Jane continued to look at me, an easy feat in an apartment as big as a shoebox.