Tempting the Corporate Spy(16)

“Jon?”

Shit, he wished that were the reason he was here. Hell of a lot simpler. Not to mention more fun.

“I couldn’t sleep. I went out to have a drink and found myself in the neighborhood. On purpose, I mean. I was hoping to catch you here. I know you practically live at the office.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know. Jen said you had a nice apartment.”

“No, I mean why did you want to catch me here? What is it?”

She was the picture of casual desirability, one hand in her long tousled hair, the other toying with the bottom edge of her shirt, yawning. Oh yeah, she was very obviously not wearing a bra, her breasts swaying slightly, a hint of nipples outlined against the material.

There was five feet between them, but his breath came faster anyway, and he couldn’t stop staring at her body, his eyes flicking down. Any minute now she was going to notice that he was having a predictable reaction. Much as he was trying to hold it off, his cock was getting heavy and hard, straining against his fly. And that mental picture of laying her on the desk moved on to include untying her drawstring pants and dipping his hand down them.

He shifted uncomfortably, but she didn’t seem to notice his distraction, as if the circumstances were no different between them than they had been in the middle of the day.

“Did you forget something?” she prompted, giving him the perfect out.

“Ah, yeah, ah…turns out I couldn’t get this book I was reading out of my mind. So I came back to get my Kindle. I didn’t think I should come in if you weren’t here, though. Didn’t want to seem like a…”

He drifted off, not even sure what he meant, but she nodded, awfully gullible if you asked him, or maybe still half asleep. She practically curled up on one of the office chairs, tucking her long legs beneath her, even her bare feet slender, and hugging her knees. She smiled at him lazily. “Don’t let me stop you.”

Which was kind of a problem since he didn’t really have a Kindle here.

“But I am glad you came back,” she added.

The hopeful feeling that statement engendered didn’t help with the erection thing. “You are?”

“Sure. You woke me up and I didn’t mean to goof off. I should get up and put in a few hours.”

He sat in his own office chair across from her. “Goof off? Liv, it’s nearly midnight. Weren’t you supposed to be out celebrating anyway?”

“Jen’s doing her celebration fine without me. I was replaced by a hot guy in black who has a sunglass fixation.”

“Maybe he’s a vampire,” Jon muttered and she laughed, the reaction seeming to wake her up a bit as she sat up straighter and did that stretching thing that made him think of anchoring her uplifted arms back against a wall and holding her still so he could open her mouth with his tongue and kiss her long and deep.

“A vampire. I hadn’t thought of that. Maybe. But based on the company he was keeping, his wingman, I mean, he was probably more like an overgrown frat boy with a desperate need to look cool.”

Jon knew he should be pretending to get his ereader, unlocking the desk drawer and feigning slipping it out before she woke up to full alertness. But instead he was content to watch her. Watch how the pajama bottoms hung low enough to expose a little strip of bare abdomen when she stretched. How she batted her hair out of her eyes and licked her lips to get the sleep dryness out of them.

“What wingman?” he asked, his voice low.

“Nothing. Just a guy who was pretty drunk. Friend of the guy Jen was dancing with.”

“Oh, he hit on you, I suppose,” Jon couldn’t help but comment.

She fixed her sleepy green eyes on him and shook her head. “Not quite. He sort of mentioned I wasn’t up to his standards.”

His standards. What the fuck? Some douche-bag had the nerve to say that to her? Not that he wanted Liv Altman to hook up with anybody at that bar tonight, for reasons he wasn’t examining, but the guy must have been drunk out of his mind not to have made a play for her in that red dress. Or else blind.

The tender, protective feeling coursing through him out of nowhere, together with the erection, was confusing his poor little brain. Since his cock was draining all the blood from it presently, that was probably okay though.

She got up from her chair and wandered over to the coffee maker and, mesmerized by the sight, he forgot to be outraged on her behalf. The lack of panty lines through the thin pajama pants as she faced the sink meant she had no underwear on.

God, he wished he could come up behind her and wrap one arm around her narrow waist, use the other to slip the bottoms down and expose her bare, silky flesh to his gaze. And then to his touch.