“Locke is the head of my security team. Also in charge of personally overseeing the vetting of all staff who walk through the doors of Langevin Block.” My lips hovered just centimeters from hers, every bone in my body poised to slip my tongue across the seam of her lips and take what was mine.
What was mine.
Hell, I’d been thinking about her as mine for a while now.
She just didn’t know it yet.
“So what do the poll numbers say today, Ms. Alexandre?” I inched closer, brushing my hip against hers, which was covered in the dark plum-colored formfitting dress that I wanted my head under.
“Um, well.” Her eyes darted to the file I’d tossed on my desk. She pulled it to her, flipping it open before sucking her bottom lip between her teeth.
I think I nearly came in my fucking pants.
When was the last time any woman had had this effect on me? Not even when I was in college and jerking off three times a day to old Baywatch reruns had I met someone this intoxicating. And what was that scent? Vanilla custard? Was it really possible she smelled like my favorite dessert, or was that just in my head?
“Early numbers show overwhelmingly positive—” She stumbled over the last word when my fingertip reached the hollow of her throat, hovering just at the neckline of her dress.
“Go out with me.” I said the first thing that popped into my head.
“What?” Her eyes were wide, peering up at me like she’d just misheard.
“I should have asked you before now. It’s just such a pain in the ass having security trailing me around all the time—”
“Wait, rewind. Did you really just ask me to go out with you?” Her mouth hung open, as if incredulous. What was so damn incredible about that?
“I did. Preferably out to dinner, but I’m game for anything else you may have in mind.” My grin tipped to one side, enjoying the way her chest was heaving with those short, shallow breaths. I wondered what noise she’d make when I slipped inside her, her body hot and wet and so ready for me. “Close those pretty lips, darling. You don’t even want to know what I want to do with them like that.”
She swallowed, head nodding once, then twice before she blinked and turned her eyes back to the file. Flipping it around on the desk nervously, she whispered, “Sure.”
“That’s it?” I laughed, looping an arm around her waist and pulling her to me. Nestling her against all the hard angles of my form, tucking her right where she belonged.
Her grin turned up in a little smile then, the pink hue of her cheeks making my dick twitch with desperation. I’d been waiting long enough for her; this preliminary dating stuff just felt like semantics. Juliette was meant to be mine. I could feel it with every strong and steady beat of my heart.
“I’ve met a lot of women in my life, and not a single one of them has been like you.” I dragged a thumb across her lower lip, feeling drunk on her presence all of a sudden.
“Is that really a good thing?” She swayed on her feet, muscles loose and body soft under mine. This woman fit me like a glove, and I couldn't wait for all of the other pieces of our lives to fit together.
“That’s a fucking incredible thing.” I cupped her face in my hands then lowered my lips to hers, doing the one thing I’d been craving since first laying eyes on her. Her fingertips tangled in the soft curls at the back of my neck, breathy moans escaping her lips as her hips swayed against mine. Unable to contain the fire any longer, I scooped her up in one arm and slid her ass onto my desk. Her legs went around my waist, locking as she pulled on my hair in delicate tugs with each stroke of her tongue.
My hungry cock pressed against the edge of my zipper, biting into the metal and reminding me just how desperately I wanted this woman, had been wanting her. Seeing her walk around for so many days on end without ever having an excuse to touch her had been like a dagger twisting a little deeper in my back every day.
“I’m trying like hell not to take advantage of you, Juliette, but you're making it hard.”
A soft chuckle fell past her lips, and I chose that moment to dig my steel-edged cock into the seam of her pussy, heat radiating from her damp core straight to my fucking soul.
“You shouldn't worry so much about my virtue.” Her fingertips dusting across the skin at my nape were enough to undo me, if her words hadn’t already started the job.
“If I don’t, who will?” I sealed her lips with my kiss, slowing easing the ridge of my cock between her thighs, imagining the thousand and one ways I could show her exactly how consumed I was by her.
Juliette Alexandre had already done a number on me, and having her here, on my desk, under my hands and pressed against my lips, was only the beginning. I’d denied myself for too long. Juliette was put on my staff for more than just her stellar analytical smarts. She was put here because she was meant to find her way right into my hands.