Calmly, Luke flipped a page and held it up.
I’m no fly, but the analyst in me finds it interesting you used that word.
My brows inched up as he flipped another page.
Interesting?
What the hell did that mean?
“You suggested I ask myself the questions—what do I need, what do I want, and what do I fear about letting things go,” Howard continued, a droning noise as Luke scrawled on the pad. “But most importantly, I needed to be honest with myself about answering those questions.”
Luke held up the pad.
There’s only one fly in this room.
He flipped to the next page.
“Howard, these are important questions each person needs to ask themselves every single day,” I said absently, waiting with bated breath for Luke to turn the pad back around for me to see. I had no idea what he was talking about, but since the curl of his mouth had a definite sexy slant to it, I had a feeling I was going to like it when he clued me in. “It’s empowering to sift through life’s detritus to find out what’s truly important, and to have a clear understanding of want versus need.” In that moment, I felt quite the expert on the subject. “So, were you able to figure it out?”
Luke turned the pad around.
It’s the fly zipped over my cock. Come over here and undo it, if it’s bothering you so much.
Oh.
My.
God.
“Howard, I have to go,” I said abruptly, cutting my poor client off while lusty blood pounded in my veins and the cleft between my thighs ached with its emptiness. “I have some construction going on in my house today and I just heard a crash upstairs. Our next session is free, I promise. Please forgive me, but I have to go.”
“Really? I didn’t hear any—”
Luke ripped out the USB plug for my webcam, and my PIP, or picture in a picture, went dark on my screen. “Bye-bye, Howard. Good luck in getting your shit together.”
“I thought,” I grated, coming around the desk while he tossed the notepad and pen aside, “that you said I wouldn’t even notice you were here. But here you are, during a client meeting talking about your damn fly and… and…” Wanting me to undo it, which I could picture myself doing all too clearly.
“You’re the one who brought up the fly, not me.” As soon as I got within reach, he pulled me to him with a force so urgent it could only be called a claiming. “You know what? That’s not the only thing you brought up.” With that, he took my hand and cupped it over the fly he’d just mentioned.
No.
Not over his fly.
Over his cock.
Over his unbelievably hard cock that I wanted inside me so much I trembled with it.
“You blocked off the camera PSI set up, but not the sound,” I managed, listening to my voice shake even as I kept my hand right where it was. The silly Victorian miss in me wanted to yank it away in an outraged huff, but the rest of me—therealme—needed for this moment to happen. If I somehow screwed this up and didn’t give him the green light, something deep down in my soul feared I’d never get another chance with my fickle monster again. “You’re going to have to be quiet.”
“Out of deference to your clients, this is the only room on the first floor that isn’t wired for sound.” As he spoke, his fingers squeezed over mine so that we both squeezed his denim-covered cock. His low grunt of pleasure flashed a fever of pure desire through my body to pool between my legs. “But I’m not the one who should worry about being noisy. I’m going to make you scream so hard the guys upstairs will think I’m murdering you.”
Promises, promises, I wanted to say, but there was no time as once again his mouth covered mine.
Suddenly that seemed appropriate.
We’d wasted enough time talking.
Luke seemed to be thinking along the same lines as he yanked at the blouse I had tucked into the waistband of my pants, very much the way I had done with him in the parking garage. Only he didn’t stop there. In a flash, he had the pearly buttons of the blouse undone and the fabric pushed from my shoulders before he went to town on the fastenings of my pants. Houdini himself would have appreciated the quick dexterity of his fingers as he conquered barrier after barrier, and in little more than a blink my pants were undone while my bra joined my blouse on the office floor.