The last thing he saw before he closed the door of the boardroom was Christof—the little fucker—rolling his eyes.
Bolting probably wasn’t the best way to shore up his reputation as the newly level-headed Jack, but he would certainly keep them on their toes.
Entering his office, Ja
ck closed the door and tried to concentrate on the mountain of work that awaited him. But every time he opened an email or settled in to knock an item off his to-do list, Eva addled his thoughts.
He shouldn’t think about her. Not now. Not during work hours. There was plenty of prep for the board meeting tomorrow to attend to, and he wanted to make damned sure he didn’t give assholes like Christof the chance to prove he was slipping. Delegating to his second in command was a good thing—a sign he was willing to share responsibility the way he and Antonio had—but he couldn’t afford to miss a step, let alone get behind on his work. He needed to keep his head on straight and his mind on the big picture.
But Jack couldn’t seem to keep his thoughts from drifting to Eva.
He’d like to see her now, perched on the edge of his desk. Knees up, heels on, panties off. He flashed back to the softness of her skin, damp with sweat, and the incredible way she’d smelled, and his dick stretched against his boxer briefs.
He hunched over his computer, scrolling through the hundreds of unopened emails, sorting the wheat from the chaff. Same shit. Different day.
Except that nothing was the same because he’d touched Eva, kissed her, tasted how fucking delicious she was and now all he could think about was how much he wanted more. Pushing away his keyboard, he dropped his head against his leather chair and looked around his corner office.
Fuck this. There was only one way he was getting his thoughts back on track.
He stood, came around to the front of his desk, and twisted the lock on his office door.
He sat down again, reached into the pocket of his jacket, and pulled out the hottest pair of lace panties he’d ever seen. Her ass had been perfect in them, strong, round, and full. He brought the fabric to his nose and sniffed—they were perfumed with her sex. The thought of tasting her instantly made his cock twinge.
He unzipped his pants and drew out his cock. He was already hard, burning, his skin hot to the touch. He thought about Eva, about those sweet noises she’d made as she’d neared release, about the way her skin had tasted. His blood rushed, remembering the way her eyes widened when she’d touched his cock through his pants. As he took his cock more firmly in hand, he pictured her spread out on his bed in nothing but these lace panties. He stroked lightly at first, keenly aware of every noise outside the door.
He’d never jerked off at the office before. Never. But he was dying now. His dick ached, and he couldn’t fucking help it. He could only think of slipping lace panties off of Eva’s full hips, opening her gorgeous legs and burying his face deep in her cunt, tasting every delicate fold of her swollen flesh. He would drive his tongue deep inside her, making circles in her pussy, stretching her, claiming her, making her come so hard she would reward him with more wetness flowing out to coat his tongue.
God, he wanted her. He wanted her here with him, right now.
The responsibilities of his workday drifted away, and that disastrous meeting seemed like it had happened an eternity ago. He leaned back in his chair as he slid his hand over his cock, tightening his fist, thoughts lingering on the way Eva had succumbed to his demands. What would she be like in bed? Would she take orders just as well? His fist moved faster as he imagined her taking all of him. Closing his eyes, he pictured her here, and how it would feel to ease into her tight little cunt.
To pick up the pace. To pound into her and make her come again and again, make her scream, maker her beg for more.
He pumped his cock with abandon now, imagining her moaning in climax. Giving that heavy-lidded, sexy pout of hers.
Please, she’d say, in the sweetest voice he’d ever heard. Please don’t stop, Jack.
As he worked his hand harder, pleasure forked in his body, his spine lighting up with a pulsing need. And then he heard her voice in his head, begging him to come inside her, and he fell apart in a grinding, crashing wave. He bit back a groan, as his hips shot up. Panting hard, he opened his eyes and reached for the tissue box, his body still shuddering with the image of her seeded deep in his mind.
When he finished, he looked around, almost unable to believe what he’d just done.
The future CEO, jacking off. Here. In his place of business.
He threw the mess away and washed his hands in his bathroom sink, then adjusted his suit. Back to normal, and yet nothing inside him was normal. His instincts were at war. She’d shaken him to his core, and she’d only been a fantasy. He had no doubt the reality would be earth-shattering.
And he could hardly wait.
Chapter 6
Eva trembled as she stepped from the taxi into the building on the Upper West Side, part of the empire that her father, brother, and Jack had built with their bare hands. She’d been there hundreds of times, and never once had she felt this vulnerable.
Though security met her with smiles and their usual courteous, “Hello, Miss Fiorini,” she wasn’t at ease. She hadn’t felt comfortable since Sunday night, hadn’t felt like herself since Jack touched her.
Her fingers shook as she pressed the button for the elevator. She stepped inside. Visions of him close to her, his fingers between her legs, rubbing her clit, invaded her mind. She backed against the wall and tried to steady herself.
For once and for all, stop it! This is the most important meeting of Jack’s career, and all you can think about is sex? What’s wrong with you?
Clenching her fists, she composed herself. The elevator dinged and the door opened. Jack stood there, conversing with other executives, and her body reacted the only way it knew how. Her chest flamed and her panties immediately grew damp between her legs.