“Why not here?” she pouted.
“I won’t be responsible for what happens if we kiss here,” I replied, torn between laughter and tears.
She was so close. All I had to do was scoop her into my arms and make her mine. Yet there was a camera in the elevator, designed to keep the residents safe. And I knew that somewhere, there was a techy geek watching it, maybe even recording. I didn’t want to share Meara with the whole world, and certainly not with some pimply faced idiot who couldn’t get a real job.
She wasn’t aware that we were being watched, so she continued to push the envelope. I took her hand in mine, twirled her around, and came up behind her. Holding her close, I whispered in her ear, “I’m going to take this dress off the moment we get in the door.”
“Not before?”
“We’re there,” I said, watching the elevator doors slide open. “If you thought Kent and Damien were a lot to handle, you’re sadly mistaken.”
“I’ve always had my eye on you,” she admitted. “From the moment I first saw you.”
“Yeah?” I took her by the hand, leading her out of the elevator and into my apartment.
Living up to my promise, I grabbed her the moment our feet touched the marble surface. The elevator doors slid shut, and I pushed the button that would hold them closed. Without wasting a second, I slid my hand down her thigh to her calf where the dress began. Taking a fistful of the fabric, I drew it up, up, up, across her rump, past the gracious slope of her lower back, to her chest and beyond.
She raised her arms obediently, allowing me to reveal every last sensual inch of her. When the task was complete and she stood before me without a stich of clothing, I laughed. It felt like I had been waiting for this moment my entire life. I couldn’t decide what I wanted to do first. All the devilish fantasies that had played through my mind at the office were at war with one another.
I decided to dive right in. Sliding my fingers through her hair, I pulled her head back so I could kiss those gorgeous lips. She opened willingly, allowing me to lead the dance. Her heels brought her to exactly the right height for my conquest, the only article of clothing she had left.
Dropping her clutch purse on the floor, she slid her fingers up my jacket, searching for purchase. I left her lips and moved on to her ear, sucking the lobe deep between my teeth. I could feel her knees sway, and I reached down to catch her. Scooping her into my arms, I carried her to the bedroom.
There would be time to do all the things I envisioned. She was mine for the night, and there was no one to stop me. Laying her down above the covers, I pushed her knees apart. She looked up at me with languid eyes, knowing what I was about to do.
Something clicked in her gaze, and she turned the tables. Kicking her shoes off, she stood up on the bed. Instead of lying in wait, ready for me to do all the work, she came alive. I thought I was going to get her dirty, but she was eager to meet me halfway.
She put her elbows on my shoulders, dangling her hair in my face. I picked her up and hugged her to me, gripping her ass. She wound her legs around my waist like a little minx, picking up our kiss where it left off.
I fell down to the bed on top of her, pinning her to the mattress. It was the perfect position to take advantage of my prowess, the only problem being that I was still dressed. I would show her. By the time I was done, she would be too exhausted to tease.
Taking her hands off my shoulders, I arranged them above her head. “Hold them there.”
I started kissing down the slope of her neck toward her chest when I felt her fingers run through my hair. Pausing with a patient sigh, I leaned back to reset her hands above her head. She wiggled her chest as if inviting me to partake. I shook my head.
“Only if you’re a good girl and keep your hands where I can see them.”
She moaned, tossing her head back in frustration.
“That’s right,” I teased, releasing her wrists so that I could play with the rest of her body. She kept her hands in place, resorting to other ways of pleasuring me. It was hot, this kind of role play. I was the boss, and she knew it, both in real life and in the bed. I wanted to take my time and live out every sordid urge that I had, starting by making her wet.
I skimmed my hands down her body, the touch so light it made her ache for more. I knew she wanted it because she arched toward me. Using my chin, I scratched my way from her throat to her breasts, kissing and licking all the way.
She spread her legs wider, encouraging me to go all out. When I reached the peak of one of her mounds, she gasped, her entire body twitching under the pressure. It was a good sign. I cupped the breast in one hand and licked it like an ice cream cone. At the same time, I ground my pelvis into hers, my dick a hardened rock between us.
She lowered her arms, raking her fingernails across my biceps. I stopped my ministrations, pulling back to give her three quick thrusts. She dug into my shoulders, assuming that I was done toying with her. But I had only just begun.
“Put your hands back where I can see them,” I commanded.
“Sean,” she groaned. “Please…”
“You’re my intern,” I said roughly. “Don’t you want to get the job?”
She blew air out between her lips in frustration, teasing a strand of hair lying across her face. I reached up to sweep it away and watched in satisfaction as she lowered her hands back to the mattress. It was fun toying with her this way. I had all the time in the world and nothing but genuine interest in giving her the time of her life.
Resuming my previous endeavor, I returned to her breasts. Sliding my palms up and down her sides, I gripped her waistline. Pulling her tight against me, I released her to stroke her inner thigh. Things were getting heavy, and I would need to remove my clothes soon. There was only so much a man could take.
But I had a job to do. As much as she was the intern, I was the boss. That meant taking care of my employees before seeing to my own needs. I skimmed two fingers across her intimate folds just as Kent had in the back seat.