She was good at being smart. Smart had kept her afloat all these years.
She walked down the hallway of the X-wing, her heels clicking sharply against the polished floors. Ysabel and Donovan hadn’t returned from lunch yet, so Marin detoured to her office to get some things together for group. But when she stepped inside, she stopped so suddenly she almost turned an ankle.
The room was dark, the curtains drawn. But there was enough light from the doorway to see what was in front of her. A half-naked woman bent over Marin’s desk. A man behind her, grunting and pumping his hips hard.
Marin’s mouth dropped open at the sight, but no sound came out. So the couple she’d caught in action didn’t notice they weren’t alone anymore. They just kept at it. The woman was bared from the waist down, her skirt pushed up and her panties around her ankles. The man behind her had only shoved his jeans to his hips and his muscular ass was flexing hard as he thrust into the woman and told her how fucking hot she felt around his cock.
Marin was marble in the doorway—unable to move, unable to look away. She had no idea who these two people were, but the ferocity of their coupling had her in thrall. Her heavy desk was shifting out of place with every violent thrust, the legs scraping against the wood floor. And the woman was begging for more, harder. Her knuckles were white against the edge of the desk like she’d fly apart if she let go. Marin’s blood went hot and her mouth dry.
“Marin, I—”
She jolted, the voice like ice water over her head.
Donovan ground to a halt next to her, catching sight of the tableau. “What the hell?”
The man in her office let out a curse but didn’t stop the rhythm of his hips. Slap. Slap. Slap. Naked skin colliding. “Just give us a sec, doc.”
Donovan jostled Marin as he moved past her and flicked on the lights. The woman’s hand went up to block her eyes, and sounds of protest came from them both. Yet, their movements didn’t abate. The slick, lewd soundtrack of sex filled the room.
“You have ten seconds to put yourselves together or I’m calling security to take you out of here,” Donovan said, his tone brooking no argument and his expression revealing nothing.
But the man was already too far gone. His head tilted back, and he groaned long and loud. His shaggy blond hair slid away from his face. Only then did Marin get a good look at him—the hard angles of his jaw, the perfectly executed stubble. All the breath whooshed out of her. Holy shit. She’d seen that face and chiseled jaw before—in movies and on magazines and just about everywhere lately. Eli Harding had become a big deal a few years ago when he’d played a superhero in a summer blockbuster. Now the man that most of the female population would give anything to see naked was in front of Marin with his ass bared and his dick buried in a woman. A woman who had just tipped over into a loud orgasm.
Marin’s life had officially entered crazytown.
Donovan peered her way as the couple finished, his jaw tight and something unreadable in his eyes. Their gazes held, neither looking away, and her breathing stalled. Burning blue eyes. The rigid stance of his body. The way his hands flexed. All of it was too much. And not enough at the same time. There was something both wrong and ridiculously intense about sharing a look while two other people were getting off right next to them. Sexy sounds. Sweaty bodies. Naked skin. Something hot and wicked crept along her spine, moved downward, pulsed. Her tongue pressed to the back of her teeth.
Something flickered over Donovan’s expression, but he dragged his attention back to the offenders when it was clear they had reached their finish line. His voice was gruff when he spoke. “Go to the restrooms and put yourselves back together. When you’re done, I need you both in my office. This kind of behavior is not going to fly here.”
Eli pulled out of the woman and drew her skirt down to cover her, offering her some semblance of modesty. He gave her hip a pat. “You can get up now, babe.”
He stepped back and slipped off the condom, not making any attempts to hide himself. Of course, Marin’s gaze naturally went there. Even going soft, his cock was enormous in that big palm of his. She yanked her attention back upward, but Eli was already smirking her way like he’d enjoyed her checking him out. He tied off the condom and tossed it into her trash can with a flick of the wrist.
“Jesus, Eli,” Donovan said, his tone sharp. “Have some respect. This is Dr. Rush’s office.”
“So I’ll buy her a new trash can.” He swiped a wet spot from the polished wood surface they’d been sprawled across. “And desk. No big deal.”
The woman was up by then, straightening her clothes and setting herself back to rights. She looked more ashamed at being caught, her gaze sliding away from Marin’s when she looked her way. “Sorry, Dr. West.”
Donovan shook his head. “We’ll discuss all of this once you two put yourselves back together. Go.”
Eli casually tucked himself into his pants and zipped up, leaving the top button open. The two headed toward the door, and Marin stepped to the side. When Eli passed her, he smiled. “Nice to meet you
, Dr. Rush. Sorry about the mess but hope you enjoyed the show.”
The smug tone made her teeth clench. Yes, she’d watched. Maybe he’d noticed. But she wasn’t going to give this guy the satisfaction of knowing he’d affected her. “The bathroom is down the hall on the right.”
He gave her one last lazy smile and led the woman out. Marin shut the door behind them and sagged against the door. “What. The. Hell?”
She hated that her pulse was thumping so hard, hated that even though she wanted to punch that guy, not sleep with him, that her body had gone warm and hyperaware.
Donovan folded his arms and let out a long breath. “I’d like to say I’m surprised, but I’m not. Eli is a new addition to the sex addiction group since he’s filming a movie down here and his regular therapist is in L.A. Laura’s been in it awhile and has had slipups, but this is a big setback for her. Both have serious exhibitionist streaks, which would be okay if they weren’t so reckless and impulsive about it. Laura’s lost custody of her daughter over her behavior.”
“Wow.”
“Yeah. And Eli’s on his way to disaster. His publicity team put him in the program because he’s almost gotten caught on camera a few times, which could ruin his career. No one wants a guy who has kids’ action figures modeled after him to be caught on tape screwing women all over town.”
“He seems like a real handful.” The words were barely out of her mouth when they registered. She cringed.