“I’m not. I put on a thong but I could see the strap on my hip. So I had to take it off and go commando.”
With his free hand, he opened the door behind him and pulled her into the stairwell.
“Mark!”
“Do you really think that you can tell me something like that, and I’ll let you go off with Sam?” He backed her against the door and put his hands on both sides of her head. “That’s not going to happen.”
Her hands grasped his lapels and she looked up into his face. “I wasn’t going to go anywhere with Sam or anyone.”
“That’s right.” He lowered one hand and slid the strap of her dress down her arm. “You’re coming with me.”
Her palms slipped beneath his jacket and slid up his chest. “To do what?”
“Have sex. All night.”
She liked to have sex all night. “You know that’s a really bad idea. I work for you.”
He shook his head and ran his hand up her arm to the side of her face. “No, you don&ƒ20;#8217;t. I don’t pay you.”
“I get paid to work for you.”
“And it’s Saturday. You’re not at work.”
In her lust-filled head, that was good enough logic for her, and she rose onto the balls of her feet and kissed the side of his neck. “So, technically I’m not getting paid to do this.”
A deep groan vibrated his throat as he slid a hand to the small of her back and lower to palm her behind. She sucked his warm, salty skin into her mouth and pulled the knot from his tie until the ends hung down both sides of his chest. “Or this.” Her fingers worked the buttons at his neck until the top three lay open and exposed the hollow of his throat. “I want you, Mark Bressler.” She ran her tongue up his neck. “I want to kiss you all over.”
His fingers tangled in her hair, and he brought his mouth down onto hers. “Not until I kiss you first,” he said through a hot breath. He kissed her hard and spread hot, aching passion across her flesh. It tightened her breasts and warmed her thighs. Instantly, the kiss turned into a ferocious feeding frenzy of need and greed and dominance. His hands were everywhere at once, pushing at the top of her dress until her breasts spilled out and her nipples grazed the front of his shirt. She felt every fibrous thread against the sensitive tips. One arm wrapped around her back, holding her up as she pressed into him. Into his hard chest and harder penis. She ground against him, feeling the length of his erection from her pelvis to her belly.
Mark shoved his warm hand beneath her dress and cupped her between her thighs. Heat spread to the core of her body, and her knees buckled. His arm tightened around her to keep her from falling. “You’re wet.”
“You’re hard.”
He rested his forehead against hers. “Let’s do something about it.”
“Here?”
He shook his head and took his hand from between her legs. “Meet me out front in five minutes.”
She licked the corners of her mouth. “Where are we going?” Not that it mattered. She’d follow him anywhere he chose to take her.
“Home. My house.”
She lowered her arms and shoved her skirt down her thighs. She supposed that made better sense than sex in a stairwell. “I came with my sister.”
“You’re leaving with me.”
She bit her lip as she pulled her dress up over her breasts. “How do I look?”
One corner of his mouth lifted. “Turned on. Like you were about to get laid.”
She smoothed her hair. “Better?”
“No.” He tugged at the top of her dress, then put his hands on her breasts and adjusted her cleavage. He leaned back and looked at her. “You can’t go out there like that.”
She looked down at her nipples making two very obvious points in the front of her dress. She placed her palms over each and pressed inward.
Mark tugƒ="1ged the tie from around his neck and shoved it into his jacket pocket. “That’s not going to help.” He took off the jacket and hung it across her shoulders. “Five minutes.” He grabbed the lapels and pulled them over her chest. “If you’re not out front in five minutes, I’ll come back to get you.”