Chapter 11 #2
Andi was so shocked by this suggestion, it took her several moments to process what he’d just said.
And even after she’d processed, she still wasn’t sure how to respond.
Stay with Laith? Be with him all night and, because they worked together, all day?
The thought was too delicious! Mentally, she’d never be able to recover from that level of twenty-four hour proximity.
Already, her emotions were involved. Andi wasn’t the type who could have sex with a man, sleep in his arms and breathe in his scent, and then just walk away. She wasn’t made that way.
“Absolutely not!” she snapped, rejecting the idea as firmly as possible. “I’m not moving into that…whatever it is that you stay in.”
Laith opened his mouth to argue, but then he registered the men standing silently behind her. Immediately, he snapped his mouth closed, running a frustrated hand through his hair. Then he reached out and placed a hand on the small of her back. “Let’s discuss this in private,” he grumbled.
Andi pulled back, not wanting to be alone with Laith. Not after last night. And especially not when he smelled so incredibly delicious! Already, her thoughts were wandering down a path of sexual possibilities and that wasn’t good. Not for her heart and definitely not for her career.
They were already halfway out the door when she pulled back, stopping and stepping away from him. “No, there’s nothing to discuss. I’m not moving in with you.”
Laith’s jaw clenched but Andi didn’t wait for him to respond. Instead, she turned and looked at the man who seemed to be in charge. Absently, she noted that none of them seemed to be more muscular than Laith, but that was a dangerous comparison, so she pushed it out of her mind.
“The first box that was delivered to me is stuffed into the filing cabinet behind my desk.” She gave him her office number.
“I don’t think that I saved the wrapping paper that it came in, but the scene should give you enough clues.
Especially when you compare it to,” she paused and looked over at the box on the table, “whatever is in that one.”
Then she turned and walked off. Andi was patting herself on the back for being professional and succinct. Until she felt a firm hand grip her upper arm. Before she could pull away, Laith pulled her towards the office at the end of the hallway.
“We’re going to talk this through,” Laith grumbled in her ear.
Jonas, sitting at his tiny desk, glanced up as Laith dragged her by. But Laith didn’t look at his assistant. Instead, he continued into the corner office and slammed the door shut.
If Andi had been witnessing the scene, she would have assumed that the person being dragged into the office was about to be fired. Which might account for the triumphant smirk on Jonas’ face.
However, as soon as the door was closed, Laith kissed her. His mouth was hard and demanding on hers initially, and as soon as their lips met, Andi melted. Her hands dove into his hair, pulling his head closer. Her mouth devoured his as she pressed herself against him.
Unconsciously, Andi’s hands moved to his belt, fumbling with his buckle.
But when that proved too complicated, she simply unzipped his fly, then sighed when she wrapped her hands around his erection.
For several moments, she stroked him, feeling as if she might die if she didn’t get him inside of her. Now!
He clearly felt the same way, because his hands were just as busy, pulling her skirt up around her waist and ripping off her panties.
Andi had no idea where the satin panties went, nor did she care.
All she knew was Laith picked her up, then set her on the desk.
She mindlessly wrapped her legs around his waist, drawing him closer, desperate to feel him inside of her.
Since she was still stroking his shaft, Laith grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand out of the way.
Then Andi felt his erection against her core and she whimpered as need surged through her.
Andi pulled her hands free, then gripped his hips, pulling Laith closer, shifting slightly so that she could accept him more easily.
When Laith pressed into her heat, Andi nearly cried out in relief and happiness. He absorbed her cry into his mouth, kissing her hard, gripping her hips to pull her right to the edge of the desk.
They remained like that for one, breathless moment, staring into each other’s eyes.
Then Laith started moving, his thrusts sure and confident.
With every bit of friction, Andi gasped, her body arching against his.
“More!” she pleaded, rolling her hips so that his movements helped her climb towards that elusive wave of intense pleasure.
When he didn’t move exactly how she needed him to, Andi grabbed his hips more firmly and adjusted his body just a little.
The next time he moved, she nearly exploded out of her skin with the intensity.
Laith must have realized what she was doing, and he moved again, adjusting the angle of his thrusts.
That was all it took and Andi nearly screamed out his name.
Jonas surely would have heard her if it weren’t for Laith kissing her at that moment so that her cries were a mere mumble.
She felt his shaft thicken, then his body tensed and he moved faster.
Several thrusts later and he moaned into her mouth while they held onto each other for dear life as the pleasure washed over them.
As they came down from that high, his lips softened, teasing hers until she responded. Even his hands softened, caressing her gently now instead of holding her tightly.
Andi stroked his hips, trailing her fingertips up his back, then into his silky hair as he peppered soft kisses all over her neck and shoulders. She was nearly in tears with the beauty of this moment, startled by how powerful their coming together could be.
When he lifted his head, looking down at her, he smiled. “You’re beautiful.”
Andi laughed, breaking the spell. “I’m a mess,” she argued, but made no move to pull out of his arms.
“Beautiful,” he repeated, kissing her lips softly, brushing his back and forth as if tempting her.
Andi closed her eyes, twining her arms around his neck as she relaxed into his embrace. This was too beautiful to be wrong, she thought. He’d given her so much pleasure and…!
“Laith,” she whispered, as reality suddenly set in. They were in his office. They were still intimately connected, and who even knew where her underwear had gone.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, still holding her close. He lowered his head and nibbled on her earlobe. When she shivered, he chuckled, low and husky, then did it again.
Andi pulled back. “Laith!” she snapped, pushing at his shoulders until he looked at her.
“What’s wrong?”
She pushed him more firmly away. When he came out of her, Andi slid off the desk and started trying to straighten her clothes.
Damn it, he hadn’t bothered to take off her blouse! Why that bothered her so much, she couldn’t really explain. But it did. And her breasts were her best feature! Of course, he wouldn’t know that because he was, apparently, just a wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am kind of guy!
That wasn’t fair and she knew it even as she thought it. Andi was the one who had slipped out early this morning. If she’d stayed, maybe they could have discussed it in the privacy of his hotel suite. But nooo! She’d had to run away!
Andi looked around, realizing she needed to get cleaned up. “I need to get to the bathroom,” she whispered, unable to meet his gaze now.
That’s when it hit her; the reason she needed a bathroom. It wasn’t because she wanted to fix her hair, although, that was most likely true as well. Nope, it was because she felt something drip down her thigh. Something wet. Something that wouldn’t be there if Laith had used protection!
Andi gasped, turning so her back was to him.
“What’s wrong?” Laith demanded as he tossed tissues into the trash.
Andi spun around, her mouth hanging open in horror. When he looked at her, her expression must have registered to him as well. His eyes dropped to her hips, then to the tissues that he’d just tossed into the trash.
He muttered something under his breath, but the words were in a language she didn’t understand. Andi understood their meaning though. So, she nodded, wrapping her arms around herself protectively.
Laith pulled her into his arms. “Andi, I’m so sorry!” he murmured. “I just…” he paused, kissing the top of her head. “I should have been more careful.”
Andi didn’t say anything. It had been so long since she’d been interested in a man, and in the past, she’d always discussed contraception well before engaging in sexual activities with her romantic partner.
She’d always had time to get onto birth control, because sex had never been this urgent, this demanding.
Plus, she’d always required that her partner use protection as well.
In her mind, there was no reason why she should be the only one responsible for guarding against an unwanted pregnancy.
So, why was she here, standing in the man’s office while she frantically tried to remember when her last period had started? She was too horrified to think straight. Plus, she kept those records on her phone, which she’d left back in the conference room with her laptop.
Andi’s arms tightened around his waist and she said the lie that would help him feel better. “I’m sure that it’s okay,” she whispered. “It was just once…” she paused, remembering last night. “Twice,” she corrected.
“We’ll be more careful in the future,” he vowed, then pulled away, still holding her close, but with enough room that he could look into her eyes. “You’ll tell me if anything comes of this…mistake?” he asked.
For some reason, the word “mistake” hurt more than she would have expected.
No, she didn’t want to get pregnant. This was just a casual fling, she reminded herself.
Still, the thought of a sweet, innocent baby being labeled a “mistake” wounded a part of her heart that she hadn’t realized existed until this moment.
“Andi?” he prompted, rubbing his hand over her back.
Immediately, Andi’s body responded just as strongly as it had before, but this time, she pulled back, staring up at him with wide eyes.
“Andi? What’s going on? Are you okay?”
Andi’s heart, already wounded after last night and…
well, five minutes ago…softened. With jerky movements, she nodded her head.
“Yes. Fine. I’m fine,” she repeated unnecessarily.
Looking around she tried to figure out what to do.
But there was nothing. Her mind was blank.
What was the etiquette after having sex on one’s boss’s desk?
“I should get back to work,” she whispered, unable to meet his eyes.