Jensen ran his hand down my bare arm and firmly shook his head once. “Never.”
Where he touched me on my arm seemed to be radiating with heat. In fact, my entire body was aching to get closer to him. To let him run his hands all over my body again. Being with him was supposed to be something light and fun. I wasn’t supposed to want more. I’d thought I could get him out of my system. Yet here I was, at his office Christmas party. It was now crystal clear that I was not going to get Jensen Wright out of my system with a one-night stand. But I was sure that I wouldn’t mind trying it again and again until it worked out.
“I think I should escort you out, Emery,” Jensen said, drawing me nearer to himself.
“Right now?” I asked, confused.
“Yes. Would you like to see my office on the way out?”
My mouth opened slightly, and I watched the way his gaze drift to my lips.
Was he thinking about how I’d sucked him? Was he thinking about much more?
It was all there in his eyes, and I was sure it was reflected in mine.
“I’d love to.”
Jensen and I walked out of the party without a backward glance. I thought for sure that someone would stop us as we exited the top-floor restaurant. But it seemed that everyone was too engrossed in the end of Morgan’s speech, the open bar, and the buffet. No one paid us any mind as we disappeared into the elevator and to the darkened floor below.
The elevator doors opened, and Jensen took my hand to guide me down to his office. We reached the end of the hall, and Jensen flicked the switch to turn on the lights. It was a massive corner office with a giant mahogany desk taking up the center of the room and an all-glass wall facing campus. It was modern and sleek and undeniably powerful. I could feel the energy from the room. It was the same power and control that I felt from Jensen.
He stood directly behind me and ran his hands down my arms. His mouth came down to my shoulder and placed a soft, possessive kiss there. “You’ve been ignoring me,” he muttered.
I shivered at his touch. It was amazing, how moving from a crowded party and into his office had given him so much authority. We were on his turf. This was his domain. And he knew it.
“You told me you made a horrible mistake,” I whispered into the room.
“Emery.” His hands moved to my waist and trailed down the curves of my body.
The back of my dress was open, and I could feel the heat coming off of him through his tux.
“You have principles, Jensen,” I teased.
That was what he had said. Though I still had no idea what it meant. It seemed to be an odd rule that he refused to date girls in town.
He spun me around, and I nearly stumbled into him. I wasn’t used to Kimber’s Louboutin high heels, and Jensen made me feel off-balance. Like I was teetering between fantasy and reality.
“Fuck principles,” he said.
Shock registered on my face before I hastily concealed it. “Why? Why would you say that about the very principles that pushed me away?”
Jensen cupped my chin and forced me to look up at him. I hadn’t even realized that I’d been staring down at his bowtie, trying to hide my emotions. But they were plain on my face. Confusion, desire, hope, disbelief.
My shoulders were up, as if to guard me from the oncoming disappointment. I could see it coming.
“Because I had the best night with you, the best sex with you,” he added, pushing me back into his desk and making my imagination spiral away with all the things we could do on it, “and I slept seven whole hours with you in my arms. I’m an insomniac, and I cannot tell you the last time I slept that long. I said those things because I like you, and I didn’t know how to react to that.”
“So, you pushed me away?”
“I did, and I’m not proud of it.” His lips nearly brushed mine when he said, “But I can’t get you out of my head. You’ve taken over my thoughts, my daydreams, my every last desire, and I haven’t slept since that night.”
“How do I know you’re not going to change your mind again?” I whispered. Though I was sure my voice betrayed the fact that I had already made up my mind. I would do unspeakable things with him and not think twice.
“You don’t, but I’m willing to see where this goes if you are.”
I nodded. “Yes.”
“Good. One question, how much do you like this dress?” he asked, speculatively eyeing it.
“It’s a Christmas present actually.”
“God bless whoever gave it to you,” he said with a grin, “but I’d like it on the floor.”
I released a deep throaty laugh and reached for the side zipper. The dress slid down my body, all the way to my hips, and then it dropped into a heap on the floor. Since the dress was backless, I had to go braless. Now, I was dressed in nothing but a black lace thong and Louboutin heels.
I slowly stepped out of the dress and kicked it out of the way. Thanks for the present, Heidi!
“That’s better,” he said.
His hands slid behind my legs and lifted me off the ground. I squeaked at the sudden movement as he roughly placed me on the edge of his desk. He swept his hand over the top of it, letting half of the contents clatter to the ground, leaving a space for my body. He laid me back on the desk and raised my legs.
I tried to kick off the shoes, but he stopped me.
“Oh no,” he said. “If you’re going to wear designer shoes around me, then it’d be a shame not to fuck you in them.”
The way he observed me made my core clench, and I could feel my body responding to him…and he hadn’t even kissed me yet.