“Terrie?” He watched her cautiously as she moved around the desk and stared down at him with a frown.
“You didn’t show up for coffee this morning,” she reminded him. “And I was up waiting on you. Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to get up at the crack of dawn, Jesse?”
His lips twitched in amusement. “I did call, baby,” he told her. “You didn’t answer so I left a message.”
“Your excuse was flimsy.” She propped her hands on her hips, deliberately allowing her breasts to swell above the top of the dress. “Come on, Jesse. You never get up late.”
He leaned back in his chair, his eyes riveted on the swelling mounds. “I didn’t get to sleep until late.” He cleared his throat then swallowed tightly. “I was going to stop by this evening. I know I left the message.”
Terrie snorted. She got the message. “Be ready, baby. We have plans,” she repeated for him. “I don’t think so, Jesse. You just knew that one would work for me,” she assured him sarcastically, barely retraining the urge to roll her eyes.
She moved to prop her hip on his desk as Jesse moved to touch her. Her nerves and his movements, combined, had her jostling the nearby penholder and knocking it over. Pens scattered across the desktop.
“Oops.” Some of the pens rolled off the desk and she bent to try to retrieve them. “I’ll get them,” she promised softly, suggestively as two bounced from his knee to the carpet beneath the desk.
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Jesse jerked in response as her hand braced on his knee and she bent to retrieve the pens. Damn her, no bra. He drew in a deep breath as her head disappeared under the desk.
“Dammit, Jesse.” The office door opened at the same time she worked herself beneath the desk. Lucian Conover walked quickly into the room, the door slamming behind him. “That viperous little shrew working the desk outside swore you weren’t even here. I knew that was your car outside.”
Jesse stilled. Terrie moved beneath the desk. A sinuous ripple of her body against his leg nearly had him trembling in anticipation.
“I have to work sometime, Lucian.” He shrugged as he leaned back in his chair. “What do you need?”
He felt Terrie’s hand move up his ankle. God, she wouldn’t. He drew in a deep breath, knowing he had never imagined his delicate little temptress daring something this sensual, this quickly.
“I need those cost estimates on that new chip your boys are working on. It was supposed to be in my office yesterday,” Lucian sighed as he sat down in one of the plush chairs in front of the desk. “Besides, I wanted to talk to you about that pretty little sister-in-law of yours.”
Jesse frowned. Beneath the desk Terrie’s hand stilled at his knee for just a second. She shifted silently then and he blinked as he felt her teeth nip the flesh above his knee.
“Go away, Lucian, I’m busy.” He fought to keep his voice calm, even.
Her hands were creeping up his thighs, her nails scraping through the silk of his slacks as she neared the engorged length of his cock. Son of a bitch. She was going to do it.
“Oh hell, don’t get possessive on me.” Lucian frowned. “She’s a pretty little thing, Jesse. Don’t tell me you haven’t fucked her yet.”
His belt came free.
“Lucian, Terrie isn’t up for discussion,” he growled.
The blood was rushing through his body, throbbing in his cock. The thought of fucking Terrie was killing him.
“Dammit, are you stalking her yourself?” the other man questioned impatiently. “Come on, Jesse, she’s family.”
“Not hardly,” Jesse growled as he felt his slacks loosen. Terrie had managed to slide the zipper down without a sound.
He felt perspiration gather on his forehead. This would kill him. Her hands were warm, inquisitive, as they worked the panel at the front of his briefs to free his straining flesh. Damn. He would have a stroke before she ever freed him. The sensation of her fingers moving against his sensitive cock was nearly more than he could bear. Her nails scraped the shaft, sending a firestorm of electrical impulses up his spine as he fought to keep from shuddering in pleasure. Hell, he wished Lucian would just get the hell out of the office.
“Not hardly what?” Lucian frowned. “Not hardly stalking her, or she’s not hardly family?”
Her tongue twirled around the head of his erection. He gritted his teeth, his hands clenching on the arms of his chair as the moist caress stole his breath. God, she was killing him.
“Jesse, are you okay?” Lucian frowned. “You’re acting damned strange.”
“Long day.” Jesse fought to keep his voice even, his gaze flickering to his lap where Terrie had laid her head against his thigh, her little pink tongue licking the shaft of his cock like it was some kind of living lollipop.