Amusement dances in his eyes. “I’m open to offers.”
I gaze down at the watch on my wrist. “I have thirty minutes right now. Do what you will to me in your office. Or I’ll do you. Your choice.”
His hand leaps to mine. “I’ll do you.”
I follow behind him as he leads me through the lobby toward the bank of elevators. “Who is Betsy? What’s the clue?”
He stabs the elevator call button three times. “Jesus, hurry the fuck up.”
I look around to see if anyone is noticing his haste and the growing bulge in his suit pants.
“Keep it together, Colt,” I whisper.
“I don’t have condoms in my office, so it’s fingers or mouth. You choose.” He glides his index finger over his bottom lip.
“Both,” I answer. “I want both.”
He looks me over from head-to-toe. “Done.”
The elevator doors pop open. We both step aside to let three people exit. Once we’re on board, along with two older men, he presses the button for the floor that houses his offices.
I tap Dylan on the shoulder, luring his gaze to meet mine.
A smile plays on his mouth as he cocks a dark brow in question.
“Who is Betsy?” I ask quietly.
“I said I’d give you a clue.” His eyes narrow. “You gave her the afternoon off.”
“Mrs. Burton,” I mutter to myself.
Why am I not surprised that he knows her first name?
“Betsy Burton. She’s Kurt’s assistant. I owe her a debt of gratitude.”
I already know the answer, but still, I ask the obvious question so that I can hear him say the words. “Why do you owe her?”
He leans so close to me that his full lips press against the shell of my ear. “Because I get a taste of you in the middle of my day.”
I close my eyes as a shiver runs through me. “Dylan.”
“Hold that thought.” His hand reaches behind me to cup my ass. “And that moan.”
The elevator dings its arrival on Dylan’s floor.
“I’m about to make you come.” His voice is barely audible, but I hear every syllable and feel his desire in the way his hand slides over my ass to the center of my back.
“This way, Ms. Conrad.” He directs me out of the elevator, shooting a look back over his shoulder at the men still on the lift. “Enjoy the rest of your afternoon, gentlemen. I know I will.”
Chapter 36
Dylan
I cup my hands over my mouth, inhaling the sweet fragrance of Eden.
This was a treat that I didn’t see coming. By treat, I mean her coming on my face on the couch here in my office.
I look over to where she’s adjusting the front of her dress.