She wags her finger. “Nope. I’m off-limits during business hours.”
Blood works its way straight to my dick. “We could call in sick.”
What the hell are you doing by suggesting both of you should skip work?
She laughs. “It’s the middle of a workday, and you have a meeting with the head of park development in ten minutes.”
I check the time on my computer. “Clock is ticking then.” I press the automatic lock button underneath my desk, and the clicking sound makes her brows rise.
“What are you—”
I latch onto her hand and pull her straight onto my lap.
“You’ve lost your goddamn mind.”
“Then I hope I never find it again.” I slam my lips against hers, silencing any protests. An electric feeling sparks across my skin as she kisses me back with enough intensity to make my head spin. Kissing her feels like I cheated my way into Heaven, and I plan on soaking up every second of it.
We break apart as she straddles my lap. My head drops back against the chair as she presses herself against my cock, swiveling her hips in a way that drives me wild with want. I grip onto her hips with a chokehold to keep her pressed against me. She kisses her way down the curve of my neck before sucking on the spot that makes my hips buck forward.
A wet spot gathers in front of my pants from the way she rocks back and forth against my stiff cock. I’m mindless as I push her up and down, switching directions and making her moan as she grinds into me from a different angle.
The shrill ringtone of her phone threatens to kill the moment. She pulls away, but I don’t release her hips from my grasp.
“I have to get that.” Her husky voice sends a fresh wave of arousal through me.
“Let it go to voicemail.” I grip her chin and pull her mouth back toward mine.
She turns her head at the last second, giving me her cheek. “It could be important.”
“Not nearly as much as this.” I help her onto her feet before turning her toward my desk. “Bend over and put your hands on the desk.” I press my palm into the small of her back and push.
She must sense my self-control wavering because she does what I say without asking any questions. Her palms flatten against the wood as she leans forward, making the hem of her dress lift to an enticing height. Her sharp inhale fills the silence as I run the tips of my fingers up the back of her thighs. I lift her dress, revealing the globes of her ass.
“Did you wear this for me?” My dick is rock hard underneath my slacks as I play with the lacy strap of Iris’s green thong. If it wasn’t my favorite color before, it sure as hell is now.
She turns her head so she can properly glare at me over her shoulder. “Your narcissism is showing again.”
“How so?”
“Green ismyfavorite color.”
“Since when?”
“Since way before you adopted it as yours.” Her laugh feels like being basked in sunlight.
I shake my head and regain control over the situation. “You know what I think?”
“Feel free to keep it to yourself.”
Iris sucks in a breath as I drag my fingers up and down her thighs.
“I think you hoped something like this would happen.”
Her eyes are two glittering orbs of brown. “Quite the assumption on your part.”
“So you don’t want this?” I tease the damp triangle of material before retreating, and she stares at me with a look of murder in her eyes.
“I wouldn’t gothatfar.”