Becca slowly slid her hand down her abdomen, the tips of her fingers gliding along the top of her garter, then between her legs. She brushed her knuckles over his erection hidden behind the fabric of his pants. Her thumb rested in the crease of her thigh and she rubbed her fingers along the skimpy lace.
“Do your fingers ever sneak underneath the lace?” His voice was low, unrecognizable.
Without answering, she slid her finger under the lace and stroked. A tiny whimper escaped from her lush mouth, already swollen from his kisses.
She continued to tease between her legs while her other hand pulled down the lace covering her breast and tweaked her nipple. Becca backed away from him until she bumped the edge of the desk. She sat on the edge, spreading her legs to give herself more room to maneuver her hand.
Her chest rose and fell a little more quickly while her tongue consistently swiped along her lips in excitement. The only thought running through his mind now was, mine.
Jordan wondered how many times she touched herself in the last two weeks while thinking of him. He wondered if she touched herself thinking about anyone else in the last two weeks. She was the only thought on his mind. His cock twitched inside his pants, desperately wanting to break free of its polyester prison at the sight of her pleasuring herself.
“Stop!” The word escaped without his consent. His brain-to-mouth filter seemed to be malfunctioning. Becca stiffened in her spot at his sudden outburst.
He closed the distance between them and grabbed both her wrists. “When you’re with me, I’ll be responsible for your pleasure. Every moan, every whimper, every scream will be because of me and what I can do with your body.”
He saw the excitement flare in her eyes. He brought the hand that was between her legs to his mouth and flicked his tongue out to taste. Sweet. Just like he remembered. He licked her finger like a lollipop.
Jordan stepped between her legs and pressed his cock into her center. He let go of her hands and grabbed her bottom, pulling her forward. She cupped his face and pulled him down to meet her, kissing him with fierce intensity, as if his lips were the only thing keeping her alive.
She undid the buttons of his dress shirt, one by one, until excitement got the better of her. She pulled at the shirt, ripping it from his waistband. The plink, plink, plink of buttons hitting the floor echoed around them. With his chest bare, she spread her hands across his pecs, fluttering her fingers through the small bit of hair that covered him. He loved the feel of her warm hands on his flesh, the feel of her soft skin caressing him. But he needed more.
Jordan reached behind her and whipped his hand from side to side, clearing away the clutter that covered his desk. He eased her down, then leaned his weight on top of her.
“I’m sorry it took me so long to
get here,” she panted against him.
Jordan would have waited an eternity for the chance to be with her again. He shook his head. “Doesn’t matter. You’re here now.”
Jordan searched her eyes for an answer, and she didn’t shy away. She stared right back, letting him know that she was just as interested, just as desperate to have him. He leaned down to take her lips in another heated kiss when the rattle of his door caught his attention.
“Murphy? Why is the door locked?”
“Shit!” Jordan froze. “That’s my boss.”
Becca immediately sat up, but in shock, Jordan hadn’t moved, and they bumped heads. A loud crack sounded and Becca clutched the top of her head with a smile that spread from ear to ear. “Ouch,” she whispered.
Jordan heard the door handle jiggle.
“Quick. Hide under the desk.”
“Excellent.” Becca squealed in excitement. “I’m going to get that under-the-desk action after all.”
She licked her lips. Jordan’s cock jumped at the sight but he had to focus on more important things—like how his boss was knocking at his door for a meeting he had forgotten while he huddled a naked woman under his desk. Visions of the unemployment line danced in his head.
“ Hurry.” Shit. Shit. He shuffled Becca around the desk and pushed her under the dark wood. He looked down at himself. The sudden interruption had taken care of his massive hard-on, but what about his disheveled state?
He eyed the coffees that sat on his desk. Immediately he opened one lid and poured some of the hot liquid on his shirt.
“Ouch,” he muttered as some coffee splashed on his chest, now a bit less impressed by his quick thinking.
“Jordan, are you okay in there?”
More insistent knocking.
“Coming. I’m just...just changing my shirt.” He headed to the door and finally opened it.
His boss stood on the other side, an annoyed look on his face. Although Jordan was over six feet, he still had to tilt his head up to look his boss in the eye.