Tess #2
“Yes, he is,” he confirmed. “For that matter, he’s the final say on everything SIC does. He just doesn’t typically concern himself with most of it. I’m not sure why he decided to poke his head in this time. He probably thought I was taking too long to get the deal done.”
“Wonder why he would think that?”
He gave the slightest of smiles. “Whatever the reason, there’s nothing to worry about. He’ll come around. This is his way. He doesn’t like to appear like he’s giving anything easily.”
It didn’t make me feel any more confident that this would end up okay, but I wasn’t really interested in thinking about that at the moment.
“Oh, is that where you learned it?” I teased. It was too easy not to. Too much of a temptation to try to lure another smile.
I didn’t get one this time. Instead, he feigned offense. “I’m not like that.”
“Difficult is the word I was told about you.” I told myself I wasn’t worried about Brett’s more recent warnings.
Scott gave a huh sound. “Difficult,” he mused. “I’m glad I keep Brett on his toes.”
“Among other people.”
He’d moved closer at some point. Or I had. Now he was only an arm’s length away. I could reach my hand out and yank him to me if I wanted to.
The thought somehow circled me back to an earlier one. “You know, if your dad is really the last word on the matter, then what’s happened between us couldn’t really be considered unethical since you don’t have any power to hold over me in the first place.”
He winced a little. “I wouldn’t say I don’t have any power.”
“Sorry,” I laughed. “Did I insult your manhood?”
“My manhood is fine, thank you very much. I was simply making sure you were clear on the facts.”
“Crystal clear now. I appreciate the clarification. And I wasn’t trying to diminish your position. I was making myself feel better.”
“And do you? Feel better?” His voice was low, and suggestive. He’d inched closer again, too.
Or I had, which wouldn’t be surprising considering that I was also now putting together that if I had no reason to feel bad about what we’d done in the past, then there wasn’t much reason to keep from doing it again.
I wondered if he was thinking the same thing.
As if he could read my thoughts, he said, “By the way, I locked the door.”
There were so many other reasons not to lunge myself at him, reasons beyond the ethics of the situation, like the fact that he was probably a bigger player than I’d first thought and the fact that we were in the conference room of his work.
But I’d seemed to have a strained relationship with reason since I’d met Scott Sebastian, so a couple of minutes later, I found my back against the window, one leg wrapped around his thigh, his erection rubbing against my belly as he kissed me like a starving man.
“Turn around,” he said when he broke away to breathe.
I did as he said, the view from being pressed right against the window giving me a flash of vertigo.
I blinked, and with the world righted, I realized how kinky this was.
We were much too high to be seen from the sidewalk and too far from the building across the street for anyone to be able to tell what we were doing if they looked.
But it certainly felt like we were on display in front of the whole of Midtown, and that was super crazy hot.
Much better than the banging on the conference table.
“God, yes,” I said, undoing my dress pants and pushing them to my ankles along with my panties.
“Of course you’re an exhibitionist. I knew you were perfect, Tessa.” I heard the rip of the condom, which he must have put on at lightning speed because it was barely a handful of seconds later that he lined his tip up to my hole and shoved in.
“Fuck, Scott.” Even with my bra on, my breasts bounced against the glass. His tempo was merciless. “Just...fuck.”
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about your pussy. I convinced myself I didn’t remember it right. It couldn’t feel that good. Fucking you couldn’t feel that good.”
“And does it?”
“It feels so much fucking better.”
“It does, it does, it does.” It couldn’t decide if I was crushed that it did because I really didn’t need to get addicted to the man’s cock or if I was elated that he felt the same because I was already completely addicted and had to have him a whole bunch more times in a whole bunch more places.
I was both. Both crushed and elated and really, really turned on. By all of it—the sneaking around and the borderline ethics and the banging against the glass in broad daylight. “Do you think anyone can see us?”
He nipped at my ear before answering. “If they can, no one can tell what we’re doing. Unless they have binoculars.”
My pussy clenched down around him. “Obviously, I’m pretending that someone does.”
He let out a growl. “Perfection. Fucking perfection.”
Perfection. That’s exactly what it was. His speed, his angle, his girth, his length. The way he hit that exact right spot. Each. And. Every. Time. The way he called me Tessa, and the way he smiled when he saw me, and the way his eyes lit up when they met mine.
It should have frightened my climax away to realize I was thinking about him on a level that went beyond just sex, but that seemed instead to be the thing that brought it on.
It tore through me like a tornado, twisting my insides and making my head spin and sending dots flying across my vision like debris caught in the storm.
“Yes, yes, yes,” Scott said under his breath as he continued to saw into me, the last yes drawn out when his body stiffened and he trembled out his release.
Actually, I thought it was my name he was clinging to.
“Tessa, Tessa, Tessssssa.” But I didn’t want to acknowledge that.
Not when I was already so close to losing sight of what this was between us, what this had to be to me because of what it most surely was for him—sex and nothing more.
Sweet words didn’t change that. The way he said my name didn’t change that.
He stayed inside me while he regained control of his breath. When he pulled out, he immediately turned me around to face him, catching me when I stumbled over the pants wrapped at my ankles. A skirt would have been easier, but at least he wouldn’t be able to steal my panties this time.
I wasn’t sure I considered that a win.
“Have dinner with me tomorrow night,” he said. He kissed me before I could answer, less urgent than before but just as committed. “My place. Seven. Don’t say no.”
My heart was racing. Experienced as I was with players, I was well aware that this was when I needed to cut this off. “Okay, I won’t say no.”
Knowing the right thing and doing it were two very different things.
He narrowed his eyes, as though he didn’t trust me. “Don’t say maybe, either. Say you’ll be there. I need you to be there.”
“I’ll be there.” As if I would ever have given any other answer.
“Good girl.” His smile was victorious. “Next time I fuck you, it’s going to be in a bed.”