Cole laughed. “Flattery will get you everywhere, sweetheart.”
“Good to know,” she replied, “because I have a destination in mind, just a little further south.”
His hands moved up her back and into her hair, snapping the rubber band that held her ponytail. He tousled her hair, losing his fingers in the strands of silk as she fell to her knees. Wrapping her hand firmly around his shaft, she sucked him between her swollen lips, taking him deep. She didn’t know how much he could take, but she’d find out soon enough. Olivia explored him with her tongue, teasing and stroking, finding dexterity she hadn’t known she possessed. He groaned for mercy she had no intention of giving.
Before she could finish, he brought Olivia to her feet and crushed her body to his, wrapping her tight in his embrace. He kissed her fiercely, reigniting the fire between her legs.
“Condom?”
“In my wallet.”
She grabbed his pants from the floor and handed them to him. He fished out the wallet and produced a foil square. He tore it open and unrolled it with experienced hands.
Determined to finish what she’d started, she threw him back on the table with a predatory smile. He stretched out, grinning appreciatively as she pulled up her skirt and climbed atop, straddling him. His erection reached for her, begging for her touch.
Wrapping her hand around his thick shaft, she guided him to her center, lowering herself onto him in one delicious thrust. As their hips came together, she knew they wouldn’t last long. She leaned back, enjoying the feel of his hardness sinking into her over and over. Riding him with a desperate rhythm, she ignored the pressure of the oak tabletop as her knees beat against it. Sex with Cole had that effect. Nothing else mattered when they were joined like this, wrapped in exquisite pleasure.
“I love the way your tits bounce when you’re riding me. I could watch you all night.” And then his hands were under her skirt, massaging her inner thighs. She nearly lost her mind. His roving fingers made their way to the V between her legs and when he rubbed his thumb across her clit, she moaned with pleasure. A few more strokes and their bodies exploded in harmony. Cole groaned, his release coming deep inside of her as her body clenched tightly around him, milking every last drop of pleasure from him. When it was over, she collapsed on his chest, utterly spent.
They stayed like that for a while, catching their breath. She couldn’t speak for Cole, but her mind was a blank slate in a state of post-coital bliss. When she felt his lips on the top of her head, her heart skipped a beat.
Was that a kiss? A tender, gentle kiss? Shit.
This was supposed to be about sex—only sex. Anything more than that was a string she couldn’t—wouldn’t—handle.
Her thoughts whirled in her head. Pull it together, Olivia. Cole didn’t do romance. She was starting to see things that weren’t there. But he had stayed at her apartment all night to take care of her.
Insta-regret reared its ugly head and as quickly as it had come, her peace was shattered.
She pulled away from Cole and cast a wary glance at the table, which not ten minutes ago had her own bare ass on it. For God’s sake, people would be eating lunch there tomorrow! How gross was that?
“It’ll be fine,” she reasoned. The cleaning crew would come through and shine the damn thing with some Pledge or something, right?
“Olivia?”
Cole stood and stepped up behind her, placing a strong hand on her hip. Her pulse quickened and she whirled on him, breaking the connection before she lost her nerve. He had a way of making her forget her resolve, as evidenced by their latest romp on the table.
“Look, this cannot happen again,” she said, refusing to meet his eyes, afraid of what she’d see. She already felt like a first class bitch. Seeing it confirmed in those smoky gray eyes of his? No thanks.
“What’s the big deal?” he asked, tucking in his shirt and zipping his pants. He flashed her a devilish grin, the one with the dimples that made her weak in the already shaky knees. “Pritchard said, and I quote, ‘I don’t care what it takes’. We’ll just tell him sex is part of the creative process.”
“Cole, I’m serious.”
“Who says I’m not?” he challenged, raising a brow and adjusting his tie with practiced fingers. “We’re good together. Why fight it?”
Olivia shook her head and sighed. “Look, maybe it doesn’t matter for you. You’re the boss. And a man. People would still take you seriously if you screwed every woman in this agency. But for me? It’s trouble.”
Cole had the audacity to laugh in response. “Sweetheart, as you keep reminding me, I’m your boss. Who exactly is going to get you in trouble for fucking me?”