She spun her chair to find Pete glaring at her. “Trey wants you to work on the Valley High School story. The information is in there.”
“Fine,” she spit out, hoping her cheeks weren’t as flaming red as they felt.
He tilted his head, his gaze darting toward the phone and then down to her shirt. She glanced down. Of course, her nipples were standing at attention against the soft fabric of her shirt. He dragged his lips together, as if smoothing invisible Chap Stick. “He wants the story by the end of the week.”
“Got it.”
She feared he was going to linger, confront her about slugging him. But he turned around and was gone. She released the breath she’d been holding. Annoying ass. She put the phone back to her ear. “Sorry. Work stuff. Where were we?”
“Imagine those bastards expecting you to actually work,” Grant mused. “And I’m about halfway to coming, where are you, sweet Charlotte?”
“Wishing I was there,” she said wistfully. “Touching you.”
“Are you wet for me?”
“Perhaps.”
A soft groan slipped from him. “How much privacy does your office allow? Any security cameras?”
She peeked over her shoulder. “I’m in a back corner cubicle and my neighbor is at lunch. No cameras. The office is loud, but I have no door.”
“Look in your purse, Charlotte. Inside pocket. I put a present in there for you,” he said, mischief in his words.
“Uh-oh,” she said, wary but intrigued. She reached into her bottom file drawer and pulled her purse out. Inside was what looked to be a tube of lipstick, but when she twisted the base, it started to quietly vibrate.
“Found it?”
“Yes,” she said, her heart starting to hammer.
“I thought I’d be the one to call you one day this week and tempt you into some phone play, but lucky me, you called first.”
“Grant, I can’t—”
“Shh, you will because you want to,” he said, his words like a stroke to her skin. “I’m taking a risk, too. My secretary is right outside, and my door isn’t locked.”
She rolled the lipstick tube between her fingers, so tempted, the sound of Grant’s breath in her ears making her sex throb. Fuck it. With one last check over her shoulder, she quickly put her hand beneath her skirt and tucked the vibrator into her panties to hold it in place.
She gasped softly at the sensation, the vibration nestling right against her clit. “You’re a bad, bad man.”
“You love it,” he said. “Now I can picture you there while I stroke my cock. All prim and proper in your little business outfit, your hips rocking ever so slightly to rub your pussy against the vibe, your scent filling that little cubicle. Ah…”
“Jesus.” The dirty talk alone was going to put her over. She pressed her fingers into the edge of her desk, her knuckles going white, as she tried to keep still in her chair. “I’m not going to last long.”
“Mmm, then let go with me. My cock is hard in my hand for you, the tip already slippery.”
She wet her lips, wishing she was there to lick that salty taste off him. Her pussy clenched and she squeezed her thighs together, aligning the vibe to the sweet spot on the side of her clit. Sensation pinged through her, orgasm rushing toward her sharp and fast. “Grant.”
“Ah, fuck yes…” he groaned on the other end, lost in his own release.
She closed her eyes, breathing fast, imagining his come spilling over his fist, and rode the wave of her orgasm. It took everything in her to not make a sound, to not call out his name.
Another flood of moisture coated the vibrator and soaked her panties as the last shudder went through her and she drifted down from the orgasm.
With lightning-fast movement, she pulled the vibrator from her panties, turned it off, and dropped it in her open purse. She clutched the phone to her ear, feeling a bit light-headed. “Whoa.”
There was a click on the phone, and she thought she’d lost him, but then she heard him let out a satisfied sigh. “Ditto. Thanks for that, freckles.”
“Believe me, the pleasure was mine.”