True. “But not at work.” I’m still trying.
“Consider this a lunch break. Are you shy?” he dares me, a sly smile on his lips.
Oh, you didn’t just…
I take three lazy steps toward him, then turn and gracefully lower myself onto his lap.
Something happens, and the chair drops a foot lower, sending me rocking back against Archer. My butt slides between his legs, and his hands land on my hips.
“Better,” he murmurs, and my body gets shivers from the heat in his voice. “Press on that small window in the corner of the screen.”
I laugh through my nose, hesitating, suddenly too nervous though it’s unlike me.
Archer leans over, murmuring in my ear, “Did you want to see the maps or not?”
“Sure.” I reach for the mouse and click where he instructed.
The map that opens up is almost like the one Dad and Uncle showed me back home, but it’s sprinkled with dots.
I know Archer is not sharing any sensitive info. Everyone knows the island has cameras everywhere. I just want to have a better idea of where they are and how security guards rotate.
“Now, zoom in on Ayana,” Archer orders softly.
He shifts, widening his legs, and his hands slide lower down my thighs to where the hem of my dress meets my skin.
“We can’t do this at work,” I murmur, not looking at him, and hold my breath because I want his touch more than anything.
“No, we can’t,” Archer agrees. But his fingers continue drawing along my dress’s hemline, making my skin tingle at the touch.
“Then what are you doing?”
“Trying to prove us both wrong.”
Bastard.
“Now pay attention.” He shifts a little, leaning into me. “The red dots are deactivated cameras. Green ones—active,” he explains in a measured monotonous voice.
Slowly, both his hands start sliding up my thighs, carrying the hem of the skirt with them.
I clear my throat and shift in my seat. So does he. I can feel his hardness press against my lower back. This is… Yeah… Distracting.
“There are no active cameras inside Ayana except the restaurants and the Diggs.” Archer’s voice is somehow closer, right in my ear. His speech is slow as he talks. And his hands don’t stop moving, playing with the hem, all the while sliding up. “But the perimeter of it is secured. Additional cameras are all along the beach line.”
His hands slide to the insides of my thighs, touching the bare skin, then up, pushing my legs to open wider.
I am already wet. He’ll know if he touches me—
“Satisfied?” he whispers in my ear. “About Ayana? Moving on.” One of his fingers hooks under my panties and moves them aside, then pauses. “Going east,” his whisper grazes my neck.
I can’t do this. His finger holds my panties to the side. Cool air grazes my wet exposed pussy. It’s so distracting that I want to take the computer mouse and rub myself with it.
“You need to focus, Kat,” Archer whispers. “Move the map to the east. Zoom in.”
Idotry to focus and drag the cursor across the screen, shifting the map east.
His free hand hooks under my knee.
“Wider,” he murmurs and pulls my leg up, shifting it over his lap and opening me wide.