I smiled, fond memories of Sal playing in my mind.
"I told him to lay off my woman."
I leaned closer to him, needing his lips on mine. "How did he take that?"
"Not so well at first. But a few bottles of Italian wine later and we were the best of friends."
I couldn't wait any longer. I pressed into him, savoring his taste. He pushed me back, covering me on the table. He was the fantasy come to life, the alpha taking me in a boardroom. I wrapped my legs around his back and squeezed, feeling his hard shaft against my stomach.
"You're going to make me do bad things." He kissed down to my neck, sucking and biting along my shoulder and collarbone.
"I'm not scared." I was thrilled.
He straightened, picking me up and crushing me to him. He stared into my eyes, the scar giving him a dangerous look that wore well on him. His nose had long since healed; only a sliver of a scar remained. The flaws were what made him, made us. I wanted to kiss every scar.
"Let's see if we can't do something about that, angel."
"M-my secretary will be back in fifteen minutes."
He smiled, beautiful and intense. "I guess we'd better hurry. Where's your office?"
"Not here?" I asked.
He grinned. "All in good time, Ms. Angel. I'm going to fuck you in every location I can find."
I swallowed hard. "Last door at the end of the hall."
He carried me, dotting kisses along my face and neck as he went.
"I hope you have a couch. Otherwise, you're going to be suffering from some rug burn for a little while." That grin never left his face, the devil.
He dropped me on the couch and kicked the door closed behind us. He pulled his polo shirt over his head. The tattoos I'd dreamed about, imagined, still imbedded in his gorgeous skin.
"Strip."
I followed suit, pulling my top over my head and unclasping my bra.
"Wait."
I looked up at him, tears welling in my eyes again. I knew why he told me to wait, what he'd seen.
He knelt down and raised my left arm. There, next to my breast, in black ink was audentes fortuna iuvat.
He kissed the letters, tracing them with his mouth. I let the mmm sound escape my lips.
"Inked for me, angel?"
"Yes." My voice was throaty, not even mine.
"A spot like that, it must have hurt."
"It did."
He smoothed his hand over my ribs and cupped my breast, kneading it as he continued his kisses around to my other nipple. He took it in his mouth, lashing the tight bud with his tongue. I lowered my arm and ran my hand through his hair, pushing through the thick strands I remembered so well. Every touch from him, every kiss, stoked the fire in me.
"Lie back."
I did as he said, no hesitation.
"Take your panties off. Leave the skirt."
Oh, God, the anticipation was too much. I licked my lips. He followed the motion and rubbed the heel of his hand over the rise in his pants. It was so masculine, so desirous, that my mouth watered. He kept his steady gaze on me as I followed his instructions and slid my thong down my legs.
"Good. Now hands over your head."
He stood and stripped his pants off. When he was naked, gorgeous and hard, he prowled on top of me. He pushed my skirt up, leaving my pussy bare to him. I wanted him to plunge in deep, to give me what I'd dreamed about for the months since we'd been together.
The front door of the office opened. I craned my head around and brought my hands down, momentarily knocked out of his spell. What a delicious mistake. He gripped my wrists and wrenched them above my head before sinking his teeth into my shoulder.
The sheer pleasure made me cry out, a little too loudly.
"Ms. Angel?" Carol called down the hall. "I got you chicken salad, hope that's okay."
"Shit, she's back, you can't-" Too late, I realized I'd said the magic words.
Lincoln pushed into me, his head seeking straight to my most intimate parts.
"Ohhh," I moaned as he started a smooth rhythm, pushing deeper and deeper inside as I became reacquainted with him. I didn't think it was possible, but it was even better than I remembered.
Carol's keys made a skittering sound as she threw them down on her desk right outside my door.
"Wow, boss, I didn't realize you liked chicken salad so much."
Lincoln smirked and kept pumping into me, as if wanting Carol to hear and walk in. He was Satan incarnate. I loved every second of it.
I needed to come up with a plan to get rid of Carol somehow. I closed my eyes. Mistake.
His warm breath tickling my ear, he said, "Look at me, angel. Keep looking at me while I fuck you."
My eyelids flew open.
"That's my girl." His whisper was gravelly, sex in a sound.
"Carol!" I gasped. "Don't, mmm, don't come in. I'll, oohh, I'll be out in a little bit. Could you-"