Chapter 10
Chapter Ten
JACQUELINE
I felt like I was floating.
Or maybe I was freefalling.
Before him, I had no idea that intimacy could be like this. That I could feel like this. That I could understand and conceptualize what all the hype has been about. How asking for exactly what I wanted truly did have its benefits.
All it took was for me to pretend I wasn’t nervous and proposition the handsome stranger at the bar.
As I lay there, gasping for breath, my heart racing and my limbs loose, I opened my eyes to see him grinning down at me. Simple, male satisfaction coated his features as he leaned forward and kissed my lips once, twice.
I eagerly, lazily kissed him back. A shocked giggle escaped my lips as I thought how much of a shame it was that he and I would never see each other again after tonight.
* * *
“We need to figure this out,” I snapped my head up from my desk, my heart jumping from Leo’s voice suddenly filling my office. Hours had passed since our argument in front of the conference room, and I felt my face heat with embarrassment as I watched him step in and shut the door behind him.
“Figure what out?” I asked.
“This,” he pointed between us, “We can’t keep doing this. I can’t keep doing this.” He strode across the space until he was standing just behind the two chairs that sat in front of my desk. He gripped the back of one, drumming his fingers on it.
“There’s nothing to figure out,” I looked down at my workspace, saving all my work on the iPad while I exhaled a defeated sigh, “You’re right. I’m the issue. I’ll be less annoying.”
“That’s not—” he lifted a hand and dragged it across his jaw as he stared at the potted plant against the wall, “Clearly, we’re both at fault here.”
“Leo, I don’t want to talk.” I shook my head and checked the time on my phone. Holy crap, it was six thirty. Most everyone was probably gone already.
“Too bad, we’re going to talk,” Leo stood tall and crossed his arms, and I felt my hands tremble at the thought of confrontation with him, “We should start with who that bald prick was yesterday—”
“—I don’t want to talk about him. Ever.” I snapped.
Leo frowned.
“Fine. Then tell me what your problem is with me.”
“No.”
“Jacqueline.”
“Leo. I don’t want to talk.”
“That’s too fucking bad.” Leo raised his eyebrows, “I just swore in the office, can we talk now?” I ground my teeth together, “I played more pornographic music in my office today, will you talk to me now? Or are we only allowed to talk when you’re ripping into me in front of my employees?”
I felt my bottom lip tremble, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have—”
“I don’t want an apology,” Leo shook his head, “I want to know what the fuck is going on. What is it about me that ruins every day of yours?”
I shook my head; a rock was forming in the base of my throat, and my eyes were starting to sting with tears. I was a dam about to burst, and even though I actively fought against it, I didn’t want to.
I was so tired .
“I—” I inhaled a shaky breath, “I struggle with how we met.”
Leo stared at me.
And stared at me.
It wasn’t until he realized I wasn’t going to say anything more that he tilted his head and asked me, “That’s it?”
I frowned, “What do you mean, that’s it?”
“So we shagged one time—before we worked together,” Leo had the audacity to lift his shoulders and inspect the crinkled leaf of my potted fig, looking totally at ease having this conversation in my office, “It’s not a big deal.”
Most everyone was home right now, but still, this was not the building to have a conversation like this.
“But it’s a big deal to me,” I spoke through clenched teeth. I felt my knuckles strain against the tight fist I was making, gripping the company iPad to my chest like a shield to protect me from the handsome, charismatic Brit, “And it feels impossible for me to pretend otherwise.”
“Why?” Leo furrowed his dark brows before turning those icy blue eyes towards me. I felt my heart thump, remembering how those eyes looked hovering over me. How they looked hooded, concentrated, in the shitty lamp light of his hotel room all those months ago.
I felt myself squeeze my thighs together, my body also remembering the last time he looked at me like that.
“ Because ,” I grumbled, turning to practically slam the iPad down on my desk.
“That’s not good enough, Jacqueline,” Leo’s voice lowered on my name, and I found myself closing my eyes because my skin heated at the sound of him saying it like that, “What can I do to make you more comfortable? To make you hate me less?”
I was ovulating.
I was horny.
I hadn’t had a sexual partner since him .
Those were all the reasons I was so flustered right now, and nothing else.
“I don’t hate you,” I spoke behind the safety of my closed eyelids, “I can’t stand you.”
A frustrated sound came from him, making me snap my eyes open to see him with both hands on his hips as he tilted his head back to glare at the ceiling, a muscle in his jaw popping as if he was grinding his teeth together.
“I am failing to understand what I did, exactly.”
“Me,” I replied without hesitation. He was getting ready to say more, but I interrupted and he snapped his lips closed to turn his glare on me, “You did me . I don’t think you understand what that night meant for me.”
Leo’s brow smoothed, “Jacqueline…” he took a step or two closer, coming to brace his hands on my desk. He had to bend at his waist, but it helped maintain some distance between us. I wasn’t on the opposite side of the desk; I was on the right side. We had ninety degrees of desk keeping us apart, “I…you said it was just a hookup.”
“It was.” I was confused about where he was going.
“A no-strings-attached thing…if I had known—”
“Oh my god!” I threw my hands up in the air, “I’m not in love with you.”
Leo threw his arms out wide, fingers splayed as he looked around and he practically yelled, “Then what is the problem?”
“I haven’t—” I stopped myself, grinding my teeth together as I dug my fingertips into the back of my neck in frustration, before trying again, “You’re the first that—ugh. I mean, I’ve had sex before. Lots of times, actually.”
“Okay?” Leo was shaking his head, shrugging his shoulders, looking hopelessly confused.
“But you,” I finally squared my shoulders, pointing at him accusingly, “You ruined me.”
“I ruined you?” Leo sounded appalled, and by the way his eyebrows shot up, I knew he was still lost.
“You ruined sex for me,” I whisper-hissed at him, widening my eyes because please, for the love of god, get it already.
His brows immediately lowered, a harsh frown taking over his face as his eyes darted in between mine, “…It was bad for you?”
“It was life-altering for me!” I slammed myself down into my desk chair, turning so that I was facing him on the opposite side of my desk now, more space was needed for this horrifying admission, “I never knew that sex could feel—that I could even…” I grumbled and dropped my face in my hands, my shoulders heaving as I struggled to calm my heart rate, “You made me want , Leo.” I released a heavy exhale, making myself breathe in and out slowly once more before adding, “…Every time I look at you, I just… want …”
Silenced filled my calm little office.
I could feel him standing there, quiet as a mouse as he let the room absorb my words. I could barely, barely hear his uneven breathing. After a few unbearably silent moments, I finally lifted my head from my hands to look him in the eye.
His brow had the smallest crease in it, not from irritation. From the way his eyes studied me, I knew he wasn’t angry or frustrated with me anymore. Instead, I felt a new emotion from him, one that made my heart skip a beat and embarrassment stain my cheeks.
Understanding.
Maybe, even a dash of pity.
And I did not want his pity.
I shook my head and sat up in my chair, pushing myself away from the desk so that I could stand, “Now you know,” I refused to look him in the eye as I bent down to grab my purse, “So if you’ll just—”
“What do you want, Jacqueline?” Leo asked, his voice soft.
The question made me freeze while I was grabbing my phone to drop it into my purse. I turned and looked up at him. He had one hand braced on my desk; his eyes locked on me.
“What do you mean?” I asked, trying to ignore how my skin started to hum under his look.
“You said that looking at me makes you want…” Leo took a step around the desk, slow, cautious, waiting for some sort of reaction from me. When I stood still, he took another, and another, until he rounded my desk and stood no more than six inches from me. I had to crane my neck to look up at him, “What, exactly, do I make you want?”
I wheezed.
My muscles locked in anticipation, my hands fisting my phone and purse tighter than I thought was possible.
“I…It doesn’t matter—”
“The fuck it does,” Leo took a step closer and yanked my purse out of my hands, dropping it to the floor. I gaped at the motion, prepared to tell him off when he crowded my space. I considered holding my ground, but I couldn’t stop myself from backing up and stumbling into my chair, “You don’t get to be rude to me, rip into me in front of my team,” he braced each of his hands on both armrests of my chair, caging me in. I thought my heart was going to explode out of my chest. I felt my entire vagina pulse at the visual of him towering over me again, “When you’re telling me that there is a simple solution to our problems.”
I shook my head, swallowing around a dry lump in my throat, trying not to lean in closer because good god his scent was intoxicating, “There isn’t.”
“No,” Leo’s voice was authoritative and demanding, one I had only ever heard him use that night. “You said that I make you want, so you need to tell me what you want. Because I swear to god Jacqueline…” When I tried to look away, he used his grip on my chair to turn me back into his line of sight, and blood rushed in my ears from the excitement of it, “If you’re telling me that the solution to our problems is for me to bend you over this desk right now, I’ll do it.”
Oh my god , I squeezed my thighs together at his crude words, a movement he tracked as he glanced down. A flush of arousal coated my skin, and suddenly, the bra I wore today was very sensitive against my breasts. This was wrong, so wrong. So many violations were happening just being in this position with him. We were at work . It was still technically the workday because we were both here after hours, working.
Except we weren’t working.
Leo was crowding me in my desk chair in a way that made me want to melt into his touch. His cologne was making me dizzy in the most pleasing way, and I was so, so desperate for connection again that I was considering it.
“…You’re bluffing,” I murmured, trying to blink confidently, not that slow horny blink I did when I was overwhelmed with lust.
A slow, lazy grin spread across Leo’s lips as he held my eyes, and he released one armrest to gently brush his index finger down my cheek, “I wish I was, Jacqueline,” I was clutching either side of my seat for dear life, “But I won’t offer it again. If you say no, I’ll walk right out your door,” he used his finger to point at the closed door, making me widen my eyes, “And you and I will never speak of this again.”
I licked my lips, my chest heaving, desperate for oxygen to clear my mind, but only the clean, earthy scent of Leo suffocated my senses, “We…shouldn’t…”
“That isn’t what I’m asking,” Leo shook his head once before leaning in, using his hand to gently cup my jaw, “Look me in the eye,” his gaze dropped to my parted lips for a beat before he continued, “And tell me you don’t want me to touch you. That you don’t want me to relieve all this… tension you’re holding in.” His gaze dropped to my chest, and his hot exhale brushed over my skin at the sight of what was poking through my bra and shirt, “Otherwise, I’d be happy to be of service.”
I felt my lip tremble, a fire burning in my chest from the myriad of emotions I was feeling, “This is wrong.”
“This,” he lifted one hand, keeping his hold on my jaw with the other, to gesture between the both of us, “Needs to be addressed. Because ignoring it, clearly, isn’t working.”
I nodded my head once, barely, a movement he probably wouldn’t have been able to track had he not been holding my face in his hand, and I whispered, “I don’t need pity orgasms from you, Leo.”
His eyes widened a fraction, surprise coating his features before his lips tugged up on one side and he leaned closer, closer, close enough for his top lip to brush against mine as he whispered, “Oh Jacqueline…if only you knew the things I’ve thought about doing with you…” my lips parted and tingled as he teased me with his, not quite kissing me, but brushing them against mine in a delicate touch as he spoke, “The ways I wanted to get you to stop glaring at me across the room, to take me seriously here…”
His lips left mine, brushing against my jaw as he leaned to the side. The warm, wet glide of his tongue brushed against my earlobe, “How desperate I have been to feel you underneath me again.” I moaned, my head lolling back to make room for him. At that movement, he pressed his warm lips against the sensitive part where my jaw met my ear, “Maybe even bend you over my knee.” I whimpered at the visual, “And slap that tight little arse of yours; retribution for wearing all those skirts designed specifically to drive me fucking mad .”
I bit my bottom lip as he trapped my earlobe between his teeth and tugged.
I was a goner.
My hands lifted to fist the hem of his jacket hanging off of his torso between us, “I want that.”
“Good,” Leo practically growled the word before hauling me out of my desk chair and plopping my ass right on my desk. His large hands shoved my pencil skirt up, up, up, so he could spread my legs wide enough to step between them.
“Leo—” I was cut off by his lips capturing mine, which was probably for the best because I had no idea what I was going to say. So I moaned inside of his mouth instead, grabbing his jacket again and pulling him as tight against me as possible. Even sitting on my desk I had to lean my head back to meet his lips. My leg wrapped around his waist and pulled him closer to me, and I was rewarded with evidence in his jeans that Leo did, in fact, want me, too.
“Christ,” Leo gasped against my lips before shrugging out of his jacket and dropping it to the ground. I nodded encouragingly at him as I lifted his shirt up, and he responded by grabbing the back of his collar and pulling it off of his head. I smiled, and a satisfied, emotional laugh huffed out of me at the sight of him shirtless in front of me.
My hands planted themselves on his waist, beginning to roam up the dips and planes of his chest before he captured both of my wrists in his grip, “Ah, ah,” he shook his head at me, a devilish grin on his face as he took my wrists and pinned them behind my back.
“I want to touch you,” I whined, lifting my head to kiss him again. He dodged my lips and instead planted a kiss on the junction between my neck and shoulder, making me squirm against him because holy shit that felt good.
“You’re not in charge right now, Jacqueline,” Leo murmured, making warm chills dance down my spine, “I am. You need to ask me nicely if you want something.”
I was shaking, because he trapped both of my wrists in one of his large hands while his other brushed his knuckles up the inside of my thigh, finding the seam of my thong and teasing me where I was already wet and aching for him.
“I—” I had to inhale a deep breath. My eyes were hooded. My senses were in overdrive. It was difficult to keep my thoughts in order, “I can ask?”
“You can ask for whatever you want from me,” Leo murmured, kissing me as one of his fingers hooked my panties to the side. His thumb swiped my clit and made me gasp.
“Okay,” I whimpered as he dipped his thumb lower, lower, using my wetness to circle my entrance, and then sliding his finger up, up, up, to circle my clit in tight, small swirls, “Can…can I get a ride to the airport tomorrow morning?”
Leo’s lips moved to the corner of my mouth to let me ask my question, and when I did, he froze. His thumb paused its ministrations, and for half a second, I wondered if my stupid ass joke had killed the mood between us.
Until his shoulders started to shake.
Until his lips pulled back into a smile against my face, his breath puffing across my cheeks as he struggled to contain his laughter. I found myself giggling too, mostly from insecurity and nerves, but giggling, nonetheless.
Leo leaned back to grin at me, before planting one firm kiss on my lips and pulling back just enough to give me a raised brow, “Yeah, I think I need to fuck that sass out of you.”
I grinned back at him before he gripped my thong and tugged it roughly down my thighs, making me laugh again, “I don’t know,” I lifted a shoulder, “I’m feeling very sassy tonight.”
“Glad to hear it,” Leo murmured, releasing his hold on my hands. He smiled when I held them where he left them, and lifted my legs so he could tug my thong down the rest of the way, “This is mine.” He lifted the material to his face, and I dropped my smile at the visual of him closing his eyes and inhaling the scent of my panties for a moment, before shoving my underwear in the back pocket of his jeans.
“Leo, those are—”
“Mine,” Leo interrupted while grabbing my hips and tugging me off of the desk. I stumbled into him, feeling the vibrations in his chest from his chuckle as he turned me around. He shoved my hips against the lip of my desk before pressing his entire front against my back, even going as far as to grind his erection into my ass.
It was then that I remembered the kind of equipment he was packing.
“Bend over, love,” his voice was at my ear, and I leaned my head back against his shoulder at the sound, “Show me what I have been missing.” His warm hands brushed underneath my skirt, shoving it up around my waist, exposing my ass to him in the cool air of the office.
“I need more,” I spoke up, hoping he wasn’t about to just shove himself in quite yet, “I need—oh god.” I glanced over my shoulder to see that Leo had dropped to his knees, his hooded eyes on my ass as each of his hands grabbed their fill.
“I’m a lucky man,” Leo sighed. I bit my bottom lip to keep from laughing because it looked like Leo was kneeling before the beauty of my ass. I grinned at him, loving how his words did this for me every time he spoke. It wasn’t his accent; I was pretty confident it was just him that got me wet.
Then he leaned forward and sunk his teeth into one of my cheeks, and I squealed.
It didn’t hurt, but I had never had someone bite my butt before.
“Goddamn,” Leo groaned, dragging his tongue where I thought his teeth might have left a small indent, “Perfect, just perfect.”
I preened, and I refused to hate myself for it.
Then his hands moved between my legs, encouraging me to widen my stance while he left kisses down my cheek, to the top of my thigh, before his lips moved inward.
“Oh,” I blushed, just now realizing what his goal was, “Leo, you don’t have—” He grunted and gripped my hips, shoving me more forward on my desk. I slid the iPad and the pencil cup off of the other edge of it in an attempt to brace myself as I lay across it.
“I do, Jacqueline,” Leo moaned, almost sounding pained as he used his hold on my hips to get me to arch my back, allowing my center to be exposed for him on my stomach, “If I don’t, I might not make it. You don’t want that, do you?”
I tilted my head in thought because a lot of the time I wanted to strangle him, before glancing over my shoulder to respond, “I guess not.”
He smirked at me, before licking his lips and saying, “Then come all over my face, so you’ll be ready for my cock.”
I gaped, heat flaming my cheeks at his words. But he didn’t care, he just chuckled before he dove in. The man feasted , and I had to grip my fingers on the other edge of my desk for some sense of stability. My legs were now trapped between my desk and his body as he ate me out with my face down and ass up.
I hadn’t ever had anyone give me oral like this. I hadn’t gotten off in this type of position before, but I knew that Leo was about to (yet again) accomplish what I used to think was impossible.
Within minutes of me moaning, squealing, and him adjusting his ministrations based on my physical cues, I was racing towards the finish line.
“Leo,” I gasped, “Please, please don’t stop. Just—just like that—” And then my body tensed, and I found myself holding my breath as my orgasm ripped through me. I could feel his groan of approval as he lapped at me, keeping the pace and pressure of his tongue exactly as it was when I started coming. It felt like he was dragging every last second of orgasmic bliss out of me.
Waves and waves of pleasure coursed through me, my abs locked, my legs shook, and suddenly I exhaled a loud moan because my body demanded more oxygen so I could keep coming on Leo’s face.
After an indiscriminate amount of time, my legs loosened, and I rested my cheek on the cool wood of my desk.
Leo adjusted so that I wasn’t trapped between him and the desk anymore, loving the way his hands gently gripped my hips to help him stand, but I couldn’t move. I was still catching my breath on my desk. It wasn’t until I heard the sound of his belt and zipper being undone that I finally glanced back at him, while still keeping my cheek on the desk.
“Look at you,” Leo smiled, his lips were wet and glistening, “Exhausted little thing.” He shoved his hand inside the waistband of his boxers, and I found myself licking my lips at the sight of Leo pulling himself out. Hard and heavy.
Goddamn , I tightened my thighs together in anticipation again.
Leo tsked his tongue again, pulling my legs apart and stepping between them before reaching into his jeans pocket, pulling out a wallet, and revealing a foil wrapper, “You still want this?” he asked, as he ripped the foil open with his teeth and covered himself with the condom.
I nodded, but he leaned over me to gently grab my jaw again, “I need your words, Jacqueline.”
“Yeah,” I sighed, “I want it.”
He smiled before pressing a firm kiss to my temple and whispering, “Good.”
He gripped himself and lined up with where I was drenched, even though I was pretty sure I was still feeling small waves of aftershocks.
“Hold on,” Leo started to slowly sink into me, and the moan I released was loud. I heard it echo off of the walls, “Fuck, you should see how pretty you look taking me like this.” I whimpered, the stretch of him making me clench and flutter again, the sensation almost overwhelming. My brain couldn’t comprehend anything more other than the feel of Leo, holding my hips, sheathing himself inside of me.
“Yeah?” I asked because that’s all I could manage.
“Yes,” Leo groaned, “I just—I’m almost in—” He thrust a little harder, making me gasp, but it was a type of invasion that my body loved, “Once more should—” He thrust again, and his legs finally meet the backs of my thighs, “Oh fuck…oh fuuuck…” He was barely moving, but he was to the hilt, and I was gasping from the pleasure of it.
“God, yes,” I moaned, gripping the edge of my desk for dear life. I managed to wiggle my ass a little, desperate for him to move that massive pipe otherwise I thought I’d explode.
I was rewarded with a sudden, gentle slap on my ass.
“You’re going to make me come if you keep that up, Ms. Williams.”
I laughed, “Isn’t that the point?” I wiggled against him again, earning another palm against my other cheek. He immediately rubbed the sting with his fingers, soothing the pleasurable burn away.
“Behave, woman,” he chuckled before thrusting once, twice, “God, I really do need to fuck the sass out of you.”
“Good luck,” I replied before he pulled almost all of the way out and thrust back inside me again, “Fuck.”
“Say that again,” Leo demanded, repeating his thrust.
So I did, “ Fuck .” I gasped.
“Ha, I’m a mess,” Leo laughed to himself as he started to find a rhythm with his thrusts, and it took me a minute of squirming and gasping to realize that he was adjusting his movements based on what I responded to best.
“Why—why is that?” I asked, trying to keep up the conversation for whatever reason.
“Hearing the proper and professional Jacqueline Williams curse while I sink my cock into her cunt just does things to me,” I could tell because his voice started to shake a little. Like he was losing his composure. Perhaps that explained why he was talking about me in the third person.
“Oh, fuck , Leo,” I moaned, amping up the act a little bit, “You feel so good.”
It was his turn to curse now, and I started to meet him thrust for thrust, shoving my ass against him, “Please stop talking,” Leo groaned, “Otherwise this won’t last.”
I grinned, because what an exhilarating game of chicken. The idea that I could make him lose control like that was too good to give up.
“Oh,” I whined, “You’re so hard .”
“Jacqueline,” Leo’s voice was low, a warning as his hips started to lose their rhythm for something more unstable.
“You made me so, fucking, wet,” each word was punctuated by the thrust of his hips, “I came so, fucking, hard.”
“ Jesus —”
“No one has made me come that hard before,” or at all, but that was neither here nor there, “You make me so horny.”
With a growl, Leo slammed his hips against me, sinking in as deep as he could possibly go while he grunted through his release. Feeling him throb inside of me, filling the condom, made me grin as I tried to make it last for him by shoving back against him as hard as I could.
His grip on my hips loosened, one finger at a time, and I was excited to see if his fingertips left little bruises or not.
With a labored exhale, Leo pulled out of me, and a second later I heard the sound of him removing the condom and tossing it in the trash bin under my desk.
I was smiling when his hands pulled me up off of the desk, stabilizing me on my feet because I was a little wobbly. I sighed in contentment I hadn’t felt since the last time we hooked up. He tugged my pencil skirt down my legs, even going as far as to brush away the creases from having it scrunched around my waist.
As I turned around to face him, I was startled when his hand came up and closed around my neck. It wasn’t a hard clasp or one that made me feel like I was in any danger. It was a grip to get my attention, to get me to meet his clear blue eyes that were somehow both glaring at me and smiling at me at the same time.
“You…” Leo shook his head, his chest heaving as he used his free hand to shove himself back inside his boxers, zipping his jeans up but leaving the top button undone, “You’re going to pay for that.”
I rolled my eyes, “Oh no, you had an orgasm inside of me.” I lifted my hands and wiggled my fingers in a mocking gesture.
“But you,” he lifted a finger to my chin at the same moment he tugged me closer to him, again, not hurting my neck, but encouraging my movements all the same, “Didn’t come on my cock.” My neck flushed with the heat of embarrassment, now that I’d had some time to come down off of my horny orgasm high, his words startled me. But the fog of arousal lingered just enough for my body to react to his tone, “And I’ll be damned if the woman I’m with doesn’t come at least twice.”
I bit my lip and lifted a shoulder, “Sounds like something you should work on, then.”
Leo smirked before slamming his lips on mine, hungry, sexual, and demanding. I wasn’t expecting it. I didn’t know what I was expecting, because when Leo entered my office forty-five minutes ago, I couldn’t have guessed that the conversation would lead to him bending me over my desk.
I met his kiss with a hunger of my own though, something raw and heated unlocking inside of me now that I experienced that unique high that only he could pull from me again.
With his grip still on my throat, his thumb brushed the skin under my jaw. Then he pulled me away from his face just enough for him to give me a heated look and say, “I see my work with you isn’t finished, Ms. Williams.”
I raised my eyebrows at him, “No?”
He shook his head, the movement making his nose brush against mine, “The next time we do this—because I’m betting that there will be a next time—” I snapped my mouth shut, surprised that he anticipated my protest, “I won’t be so easy on you.”
I swallowed under his grip, making the corners of his mouth tip up in a devilish grin that promised many, many orgasms in my future.
“…Bold of you to assume I’ll want to do this again,” I could hear the lie in my own voice, so I wasn’t surprised when he narrowed his eyes at me in disbelief.
What I wasn’t expecting, though, was for him to follow up my snark with some of his own, “Until you find another partner who can make you finish, I feel like our chances of a repeat experience are high.” I gaped at him, my eyes widening in humiliation, because I had momentarily forgotten that I had practically told him about his particular skillset before he got under my skirt a second time. “Until then,” with a casual lift of a shoulder as he dropped his hold on my neck to pick up his jacket and shirt off of the floor, “I’m all yours.”
I blinked. Flustered, embarrassed, confused.
“I—I—” I shook my head, snapping my mouth closed. I glanced down at the iPad and cup of pencils that were discarded over the front edge of the desk, and I circled the desk while Leo shrugged his leather jacket on and strutted toward my office door. That was the moment I froze. A cold feeling of horror washed over me.
Jesus fucking Christ, I had just had sex in my office with a coworker .
I was literally the head of Human Resources, and I just had a man bend me over and fuck my brains out.
Oh my god, oh my god .
“Wait,” I called to Leo as he opened the door. Thankfully all the lights behind him were out, indicating that we were still the only ones left in the office. Thank god the custodial crew didn’t come in until later.
I grabbed my purse and phone and hooked it on my shoulder before meeting him at my door, holding my palm out, “I need those back.”
Leo tilted his head, “What?”
I glared at him, glancing at the still empty hallway outside the doorway before meeting his eyes and raising my eyebrows expectantly, “My…my panties.”
Leo’s lips pulled back into a wide grin before he quickly dropped the smile and shook his head, “No.”
And then he waltzed out of my office.
“Leo,” I grumbled, scrambling after him, “They’re mine.”
“I earned them,” Leo called over his shoulder while pulling his phone out of his pocket to scroll through his notifications. As if he hadn’t just orchestrated the hottest sex of my life.
“You did not, they’re mine.”
“And yet…” he reached into his back pocket to pull them out, dangling them on his index finger as he grinned and winked at me. I gasped, terrified that someone could walk by and see him casually waving my panties around and reached for them.
But Leo was a tall man, and it took no effort for him to snatch my thong into his fist and lift it up above my head.
“Mr. Turner,” I grumbled, stomping to emphasize my seriousness.
“Oh, say that again,” Leo chuckled darkly before shoving my underwear into the pocket of his jacket. We made it to the elevators in front of Signe’s desk. He pressed the button to summon the car.
“I’m serious.” I reached around him, attempting to sneak my hand into his pocket myself before he stopped me with a firm grip on my wrist.
“As am I,” Leo grinned as he turned his pocket out of my reach, and pulled me into the suddenly opening elevator doors, “These are mine. They’ll look so nice in my nightstand drawer, right next to my lotion.”
Heat stained my neck and cheeks as I heard the elevator doors close behind me, yanking my arm out of his grip, “Are you for real?” I asked, holding my breath as he reached behind me to punch the button to the first floor.
“As I’ll ever be,” was his casual response. I grumbled, making my way to the other side of the small elevator cab, before his long arm looped around my waist and pulled me into his chest, my back to his front.
“Jacqueline,” Leo murmured against my ear. I could feel every muscle in me physically relax in his hold, at his words brushing over my skin, “You don’t like the thought of me keeping your panties?”
I blushed because his question made me think for a moment.
Why didn’t I want him to have them? Was it embarrassment? Definitely a bit of embarrassment.
“W-why do you want them so bad?” I asked in a whisper.
“I thought that was obvious,” Leo pressed his lips against the skin behind my ear, making me shiver, “They’re going to hold me over until next time.”
I swallowed, melting at the bluntness of his words.
“Okay…” I was a weak, spineless woman when it came to Leo Turner, “And, um…when is next time?” I mean, if it was going to happen, I might as well pencil it in.
Leo chuckled as the doors to the elevator slid open, tightening his hold on my waist for a second, gently nipping at the shell of my ear before releasing me and stepping around my frozen stance to leave the elevator, “The next time you antagonize me, or when I irritate you, probably.”
I released a laugh of disbelief as I followed him out, “That’s probably going to be like,” I checked my nonexistent watch for theatrics, “Twelve hours from now.”
“Then prepare yourself, Ms. Williams,” Leo held the door leading to the parking lot out for me to walk through, not being subtle in the slightest as he tipped his head and dropped his eyes to stare at my ass as I passed him, “Because I like being in this position.”
“What position?” I lifted a brow as I stopped my walk to watch him step ahead of me, heading straight to his stupid, dangerous motorcycle. He turned around and walked backward, letting his blue eyes rake over the entirety of my body as he shoved his hands in the pocket of his jeans to pull out his keys.
“Being the only one who can give you what you need.”
I gnawed on my bottom lip.
Was that…really that appealing?
“Don’t overthink it,” Leo called over his shoulder as he turned around to swing a leg over his bike, taking the helmet off of the back seat and sliding it over his head.
The visual of him putting his helmet on, complete with his leather jacket and dark jeans, made my lower belly fill with warmth.
This couldn’t have been healthy.
Leo didn’t say anything more, instead, he just nodded at me as he started his bike and carefully pulled out of his parking space, lifting two fingers to salute me over his visor before he sped away.
I stood there momentarily, trying to figure out when our dynamic had changed so suddenly.
…It was probably the moment he ate me out ass up, if I had to guess.
I shook my head, determined to pull myself together. I had just gotten another mind-numbing orgasm, so I should be good for a while. It probably wouldn’t be within twelve hours when I had my cravings again, which made me feel a little more confident attempting to resume the normal routine I relied on.