“Thor…Thornton, sit down.” She recouped her confidence. He was in her dominion. The door was closed. Her assistant always knocked before entering. The glass panels were mirrored. He was so near…all she had to do was reach out to him.
She met his bad-boy stare with excitement screaming in her ears.
“Please.” She was almost purring, beseeching him over the rim of her eyeglasses.
“Fine, I’m all ears.” He pulled up a chair closer to her desk. “Well?”
She studied him. If the man ever smiled, he’d be drop-dead gorgeous. She let the papers slip out of her fingers, and she pushed her glasses up on top of her head. Cynthia rubbed her ankles together, and his eyes fixed onto legs.
Ding, ding. Johnny, she had a winner.
She lifted her legs and stood, acting as if arranging her papers was vital. She felt, rather than saw, that his gaze was upon her.
“Client-attorney privilege?” She rounded the desk, trailing her fingers along the surface.
“Yes, whatever you share. Go on.”
“Where shall I begin?” She stopped and leaned back on her desk, directly in front of him. Eighteen inches of space separated them.
“Haven’t you ever longed for something to the point of breaking a few rules? Just once?”
He held his spine erect. He gripped the armrests. She noticed the fine hairs on his fingers, but no ring. She placed the toe of her shoe on the corner of his chair, her ankle only an inch away from his grasp. Her silk skirt lifted, sliding up her thighs, and his gaze shot to the revealed set of black lace Agent Provocateur garters.
She licked her lips and unbuttoned a pearl button. He flared his nostrils ever so slightly. He stared at her fingers. She undid another button. He became a statue. A rather alluring, attentive one. She continued unbuttoning the rest of buttons. She didn’t open her shirt, hoping he’d notice her breasts were unhampered by a bra. The only sound in the room was their breathing.
“Don’t stop now.”
She opened her shirt, revealing ample cleavage. Her nipples hardened at the thought of his mouth teasing her skin.
She rubbed her leg against his thumb. He touched her ankle, lightly at first, before running his fingers up the back of her calf. She pushed her hips forward, her skirt lifted further up and over her thighs.
He made a low, primal sound, melting a reserve within her.
“Do you like what you see?”
Their eyes locked and she smiled. She traced a finger along the bottom of her lip. She stuck just the tip into her mouth and sucked, playfully removing any doubt of where this was going.
“Hmm,” she whispered. “What do you want?”
He closed his eyes and moved his hand over her knee. She went beyond merely teasing him to wanting to feel him deep inside her body.
He returned his gaze to her face. He stood, pushed back her shirt all the way. “You’re one beautiful woman.”
He shifted forward and touched between her thighs. The feel of him edging along her exposed skin ramped up her desire. He pushed aside her thong, drawing a gasp from her lips. She was really doing it—taking control of her desire, with a man who drove her wild despite barely knowing him. A tiny voice inside her wondered if that was really such a good idea. He flicked his thumb across her clit, releasing a tide of pleasure, and she drowned in longing, her inner voice silenced. A thrill beyond belief billowed up her legs.
“Do you know I’ve thought about you ever since I first saw you?” His voice was husky and seeped in desire.
“Me?” She moaned. He flicked his fingers over and around the spot she craved him most.
“Yeah, last year at the Christmas party across the room. It took me minutes to make it around the room and hell if you weren’t gone. I inquired about you.” He chuckled. “Heard you were only interested in one thing…the fast track. Nothing else.”
“I’ve got other interests.”
“I’d say not enough. I do know one thing. This is exactly what you need, isn’t it? A woman like you should be properly fucked at least once a day.”
Her body buzzed with a solitary yearning to have him take control. If only she could let go of the reins, stop micromanaging her life.
“Shut up and do it then.”
He laughed and thrust his finger inside her. She leaned back on her elbows, bracing herself against the desk, and lifted her other foot to straddle the chair. He slid two of his fingers into her, curling and rubbing. He pressed and swirled his thumb, releasing shimmering sensations from between her legs.
“Is this what you like?”