His eyes went hot. “Good response.” He pushed her chair back a few inches before letting it go.
“To the car, not to what you’re thinking,” Chloe said, standing up. Nathan stood as well, and she found herself looking up at him. “Judith will let me know if you still need me on Monday.”
He swooped down to kiss the side of her neck. “There is no question that I will need you on Monday,” he said by her ear. “And Tuesday and Wednesday . . .”
She shivered and closed her eyes as his breath tickled over her skin. His words fanned a flicker of hope that she had no business encouraging. “Janice may have recovered by then.”
He stepped back. “My need has nothing to do with Janice.”
She knew what he meant, but she couldn’t go down that road with him right now. It was impossible to think clearly when he was looking at her as though he wanted to strip her clothes off. She started around the desk but stopped when he fell into step beside her. “I know how to get to the garage,” she said.
“A gentleman always walks a lady to the door.” His voice was smooth as silk, but there was an undercurrent to it that she didn’t trust.
“You don’t have to be a gentleman. You’re my boss.”
“As of right now, you’re off the clock.” He took her hand and tugged her into motion again, stopping briefly by the door to press the keypad. “Oskar will be waiting.”
As they walked down the hallway, he twined his fingers into hers and stroked the back of her hand with his thumb. The arousal he’d been stoking while they worked burst into full flame. Her nipples ached where they pushed against the lace of her bra, and the tension low in her belly intensified to near pain.
The elevator doors slid open and she stepped inside, her breathing erratic. Before the doors closed behind them, Nathan had her backed up against the wall, his mouth on hers.
“I need one more taste of you to hold me for the weekend,” he murmured.
She could feel his erection against her thigh, and she was desperate to have him inside her for the last time. She tilted her head back to catch his gaze, hoping he would read the invitation in hers. “Is there a way to stop the elevator?”
If she’d thought his eyes burned hot before, now they nearly scorched her. Glancing behind him, he thumbed the touch pad and the elevator came to a gliding stop.
There was a flurry of activity as he shoved her skirt up and ripped her panties down while she unbuckled his belt and trousers. When he produced a condom from his back pocket, she scooped it out of his hand and rolled it onto his cock.
And then he lifted her and impaled her and braced her against the wall so he could drive into her deeper and harder. She locked her legs around his waist as he gripped her bottom to support her, the fierce pressure of his fingers intensifying the sense of urgency. She returned the favor, digging her fingers into the bunched muscles of his shoulders to brace herself.
His rhythm was hard and relentless, and she reveled in it, wanting it to go on forever, even as she panted for the explosion he was building to.
Then he came, pulsing inside her as his shout of completion boomed inside the enclosed space. He shifted angles and ground his pelvis against her so an orgasm crashed through her. Every muscle in her body tried to tighten, but she was crushed between Nathan’s big body and the elevator wall, so she couldn’t move, only feel. She had the sense of a storm contained in a bottle, the glass sides forcing the power to fold back on itself, magnifying the fury.
Her cries reverberated around them.
Then Nathan was slipping out of her and lowering her feet to the floor. He smoothed her skirt down over her hips and retrieved her panties. “That was . . . unexpected.”
“You started it.” Chloe turned her back to work her underwear up under her skirt.
As soon as she straightened, his arms snaked around her waist, and her back was against him. “And it was a spectacular finish. Maybe I’ll join you in the Rolls. It has a privacy screen.”
“Not a good idea.” She didn’t want him crossing the Hudson River into her private life. It would just make their parting more painful.
His hands were drifting up and down her body. “I think it’s one of my better ideas.”
She stepped away from him and raised her hand to the elevator’s control panel. “How do you start this thing again?”
He reached around her and sent the elevator soaring upward. It stopped again almost immediately, and the door silently opened. Nathan took her elbow and escorted her to the main elevator a few feet away before he turned her into his arms. “How am I going to survive two days without you?”
Her own silent question was harder to answer. How was she going to survive the rest of her life without him?
CHAPTER 13