“I’m actually going to go thank Jessica for shopping for me.”
He gives me a quick nod and turns away, while I head down the hallway toward his office. Derek’s secretary is already at her desk, but as usual she doesn’t bother to even glance up at me, which suits me just fine. Cutting left, I bring Jessica into view and her eyes go wide. “Oh my God,” she says, standing up, her prim navy suit jacket with white trim proving the woman knows how to shop. “I knew that dress would look amazing on you.”
I stop in front of her desk. “I love it. Thank you, but I have a bone to pick with you.”
“He’s my boss. I have to do what he says.”
“You didn’t have to spend that much money.”
“He wanted me to do it and he said you wouldn’t do it for yourself.”
“I wouldn’t have. I wish he wouldn’t have.”
“He wanted to do it. Honey, he cares about you. I’ve never seen him like this with anyone.”
“You’ve known him a year.”
“But I know him better than most. Now. Forget the money. Did I do well? Do you like everything? Because we can return things.”
“What is not to love? You have exquisite taste.” Footsteps sound and I look up to find Shane approaching, the flutter in my stomach at the sight of him impossible to ignore. He’s just so perfect, at least to me.
He stops between me and his door, his hand settling at my back, warming me all over, his head tilting low. “Let me know when my father gets in, sweetheart.”
“Of course,” I say, and he disappears into his office, shutting the door.
Jessica’s eyes light. “You two are so sexy together. I’m jealous.”
I blush and a prickling sensation on my neck has my head turning to the right where I find Derek’s secretary, whose name I can’t even remember, sitting at her desk, and giving me a You tramp kind of knowing look. Embarrassed, and appalled at how unprofessional I look, I turn away, and grab Jessica’s phone, punching in Shane’s number. “Shane,” I say, over the intercom.
He picks up immediately. “Is my father here?”
“I don’t know, but—” I shut my eyes, not sure what I’m going to say. “Never mind.” I hang up.
Jessica’s brows furrow. “What was that?”
Shane’s door opens but I don’t face him. “Come here, Emily,” he commands.
Now, I turn to him. “I need to go to my desk.”
“That wasn’t a request.”
Not a request. I do not like that, but for the moment, I comply with his demand. I march to him and he backs into his office, shutting the door behind me the minute I enter, but I take control. “Don’t order me around with the pretense of work, when it’s personal.”
“How would I know that call was personal?”
“It was. You can’t touch me like you just did at Jessica’s desk here at work. Derek’s assistant just looked at me like I’m a slut.”
I barely get the words out before I’m pressed to the door I just entered. “You mean, don’t touch you like this?” He pulls my dress up to my waist.
“What are you doing?” I demand, grabbing his arms.
“We aren’t at Jessica’s desk anymore,” he says, cupping my sex. “We’re behind closed doors.”
I press my hand to his chest. “This can’t—”
His finger slips under the lace of my pink panties. “Are you sure about that?” He strokes over the seam of my body that is instantly wet, sending a shiver of pure pleasure through me.
“This is so not right,” I say, but I can’t seem to ask him to stop. He yanks down my panties and tears them off of me. “Damn it,” I gasp. “I loved those.”
He shoves them in his pocket. “I’ll buy you another pair,” he promises, and already his fingers are back between my thighs, stroking, caressing, and I stop fighting the pleasure—as if I could anyway. A tight knot is already forming in my sex, spiraling to a peak way too fast.
My head rests on the wooden surface behind me, and he leans close, his breath warm on my neck, his free hand at my waist. “I only wish I could get to your nipples so I could lick them like I did last night.”
Every part of me feels those words and in combination with his fingers, I am panting out, “Oh God. Oh … I’m going to.…” And I do. I come so hard and so fast that it shakes my entire body and I end up leaning forward, gripping his arms.
When I finally blink back to the present, his sexy mouth is curved, and his fingers slide from inside me, and he brings them to his mouth and licks them. “Now, that’s a memory to get me through the day.” He reaches down and pulls my dress down over my hips. “You may go to work now, Ms. Stevens.”
He actually begins to step away and I have no idea what comes over me, but it’s both fierce and daring. I grab his lapels. “Not so fast, Mr. Brandon.” He arches a brow and says, “My turn or yours, depending on how you look at it.” I start to lower myself to the ground, dragging my hands down his body as I do, and once I’m on the floor, my palms flatten on either side of his zipper.
“What are you doing, woman?”
“I’m pretty sure you know what I’m doing, Mr. Brandon.” I stroke over his zipper, and he is harder, but not as hard as I plan to make him before I’m done.
“Emily,” he breathes out, his voice a soft rasp, his expression darker now, but that too, can, and will, be even darker.
I kiss him through his pants and then unhook his belt. “This looks too tight.”
“You don’t—”
“Have to?” I ask, dealing with his button and then unzipping him. “If I had to, I wouldn’t want to. But I do want to.” I push aside his clothes, freeing him, and his cock juts forward. I wrap my palm around him, stroking down the length and I am aroused all over again. “Why haven’t I done this before? You’re just so overwhelmingly dominant, I never get the chance, but I’m going to change that.” I lean down and lick the salty sweetness pooling at the tip. His intercom buzzes.
“Shane—” Jessica calls out, and he says, “Not now, Jessica,” in a deep command that not even she would ignore.
The room goes silent. “I wish we had more time,” I say, “but I’ll make it fast.” I draw him into my mouth, just the head at first, sucking it, and then swirling my tongue around it.