14. Matt
14
MATT
I f anyone could have ever told me that discussing baby products and laughing about not knowing what the hell they were supposed to do would bring me closer to Loren, I would have laughed and laughed.
Checking the time showed that we really had worked late into the evening doing just that, though. We hadn’t left this room, a smaller conference room with three actual walls for a change. Outside the fourth wall, composed of floor-to-ceiling glass, Manhattan faded from a blisteringly bright sunset to darkness.
Night had fallen, and it felt like a blur. We’d made a dinner out of slightly stale snacks from the staff breakroom that Rupert brought in and didn’t remember to put back when he left earlier.
We shared our comments about the baby products. We talked a little about our families. Joking about the ridiculous baby name generator that the Gammon reps wanted to make was probably the most fun I’d had in ages.
Since sleeping with her, I supposed.
My face was starting to hurt from hiding my smiles, but it felt like too much to reveal—how much I was enjoying working with her.
I didn’t want the night to end.
“So, people have called you short stuff often?” I asked as we categorized the baby stepstools and what looked like modern art pieces. They really expect a baby to want to touch this thing? It’s a chair, and it looks like a hairy monster about to act like quicksand.
“All the time,” she groused.
“You are short,” I teased.
“And you’re too damn tall,” she retorted sassily.
“I thought we fit pretty well, tho?—”
Fuck. Back up. Never mind. Rewind. Stop!
I wasn’t supposed to say shit like that to her. No matter how true it was. She was petite and short. I had a good head and a half on her. It was part of why I loved picking her up and pinning her to the wall, keeping her where I wanted her that night at the hotel.
We had fit well. My dick was made to fill her sweet cunt.
“Um…” She blushed, and I stole the chance to watch her lower her gaze. Coy and shy. Demure. Goddammit, I wanted her something fierce.
“What about how this is supposed to fit… anywhere?” She cringed, relying on comedy to break the tension of this awkward moment. Making a reference to when we had sex wasn’t awkward. It only could be if it was on her mind to do it again.
I couldn’t stop thinking about it, staring at her with open desire on my face. She blinked, biting her lip and thrusting the picture she held at me, emphasizing that I should see what she was talking about.
I laughed, addicted to having fun with her. I wasn’t sure how we could ever go back to the way it was before.
“Is that for the mom? Or the baby? Or…” I reached out to turn the image upside down. “ Oh . Okay, this way makes more sense.”
She glanced at it, and realization dawned as she raised both brows. “Oh. Ouch. You’re right.”
I still held her hand, where I’d shown her how to rotate the image of a Gammon product we were somehow supposed to market.
She became aware of my fingers on her, looking at them together. My skin was more tanned from all that time I spent on the boat I liked to keep tidy and nice but never had the time to take out on the water. Her fair skin was delicate, so much lighter and softer. The contrast lured me to want to see more. To see all of her.
Before I could think better, I stroked my fingertip down her thumb until she twisted her wrist, accommodating the silent plea for her to stay with me. To not retreat. To caress me again as well.
The picture fluttered to the floor, but neither of us broke our attention. I watched her stare at me, turning her hand until I could hold it better, smoothing my thumb over her palm.
A breathy sigh left her lips, and I knew, without a doubt, that she was stuck under this spell of desire just like I was.
“Matt…” She lifted her gorgeous jade eyes to me, and one look at the lust burning in them was my undoing.
“Fuck, Loren, I?—”
She shook her head, standing. But she didn’t let go of my hand.
“Me too,” she whispered. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”
That was all I needed to know. We were that in sync, despite our antagonistic work relationship, that she could decode what I wanted, what I felt, and what I wanted to say.
Because she was imprisoned by this same lure that I was. She felt it too.
I tugged her closer, holding her hand and never wanting to release it. After so many weeks of watching her and lusting after her from afar, it felt like a miracle that we were here, doing this now.
She didn’t falter, rushing toward me, still sitting. As soon as she was within reach, she leaned down over me. I caught her in my arms, guiding her onto my lap as she smashed her greedy mouth against mine.
I grunted, caught by surprise that this was finally fucking happening. That we were really caving and surrendering to the desire that hadn’t burned out that one night we'd shared, this liquid need for each other that had to be burning through her veins just like it did in mine.
“Yes,” I got out in a panted breath when she leaned back to gaze at me questioningly. Not as if she wasn’t sure about doing this, kissing me, but that we were. That this wasn’t a dream.
“Fuck yes,” I repeated after she laid another hungry, stubborn kiss to my lips.
Holding her close, I let her straddle me in the chair. She was so much smaller, so dainty and petite, that she fit perfectly over my thighs. Her arms looped around my neck in a tight cling, and I didn’t wait to brace my hands on her back to push her to me.
Her lips brushed over mine with a possessive urgency, and I didn’t try to stop her. My dick jerked awake, already so hard that I knew she had to feel it beneath our clothes. With a racing heart and desperation for her tongue to slide and mingle with mine, I didn’t dare lose a second of this perfection.
We shouldn’t. We weren’t supposed to do this, but nothing could stop me from kissing her back and grabbing her soft body with a greedy grip.
“Matt, I want…” She exhaled a harsh breath, lowering herself over me.
I smiled slowly, well aware of what she was in the mood for. I had been in the mood for a repeat with her ever since the moment I woke up and she wasn’t next to me in that bed.
“Oh, you’re playing dirty now, huh?” She groaned as she kissed me and rubbed against the erection I couldn’t hide. “A smile ?”
“What?” I asked when we parted for air. “What’s wrong with my smile?”
“I missed it.” She framed my face sweetly as she licked her kiss-swollen lips. “I’ve been wishing you’d give me another.”
“Oh, yeah?” I leaned her back until she rested on the edge of the table. She jerked in surprise, but I didn’t stop there. I encouraged her to lean back, smoothing my hands up her thighs as I set her on the surface. “Then how about you give me one in return?” I asked.
She already was smiling, a sexy, shy grin that drove me wild. I didn’t look away as I reached beneath her skirt to drag her skimpy panties off her. They smelled like her cream, and I knew I wasn’t returning them, ever. They fit into my pocket, and that was where they’d stay.
Without needing to be instructed, she leaned back and widened her legs. Her pussy glistened, spread open for me.
“Just like this.” I lowered to kiss and lick at her wet entrance, but the moment she moaned and dropped her head back, I nipped lightly to get her attention. “Eyes on me. I want to see you smile.”
She did, staring at me as I ate her out. Leaning back on one hand, she lifted her free hand to my head. The slide of her fingers through my hair teased my scalp, but it didn’t distract me from sucking and licking at her pussy. Circling my tongue and then putting suction on her clit made her pull my head to her faster.
That was how I got her to smile like a wicked, naughty woman deep in the throes of pleasure. She fucked my face, rocking her hips to my mouth and pushing my head down. Right here, on a conference table, I pushed her to a quick orgasm. She gasped, then stilled as her thighs trembled.
And she smiled, slowly, with a dazed look of satisfaction in her eyes. She caressed me, sliding her hand lower to frame my face as I lapped up the rest of her cream.
“I—”
She didn’t finish whatever she had on her mind.
The door opened. At the first click of the hardware alerting us that someone was walking in, I cursed my stupidity for not locking it. It happened so fast. We’d fallen into each other so suddenly, almost like how spontaneously we’d been drawn to each other the night we met as strangers, that I hadn’t had the time to get up and secure us in here.
Tom strode in, and I had just enough time to flip Loren’s skirt back down. He didn’t see anything. He couldn’t have.
But it was obvious what he’d caught us doing. I was seated in my chair, facing her as she was propped on the edge of the table. Her legs were still splayed wide. My hands remained on her hips, and I bet my chin shone with her juices.
“What the…” Tom scowled, grabbing a pile of papers he must have forgotten, then slammed the door on his hasty retreat back the way he’d entered.
Fuck!