Chapter Nine
Spencer
The look on Tabitha”s face reminds me of a cartoon character who just got a fright. It”s endearing. Why she”s in a state of shock eludes me for about five seconds. Then I realize what she must have been doing. No one stands that close to a door unless they want to knock---she didn”t---or they want to spy. Once I”d finished my phone call, I strode over to the door, assuming Tabitha must be at her desk by now. I”ve become dependent on her daily itineraries. She creates one every day and hands it to me in a crisp cardboard folder. Despite her free-spirited nature, she is a professional at work.
When I yanked the door open, she yelped.
I still can”t stop smirking, enchanted by her wide-eyed stare. ”Did you enjoy the conversation, Tabitha?”
”What? No, I wasn”t eavesdropping. Not on purpose.”
”Ah, I see. It”s unintentional spying.”
”Exactly.” She tugs her suit jacket down, though it doesn”t seem to need straightening. ”I”m so sorry. Spying isn”t in my nature, but I heard you laughing, and it was before eight o”clock, so...” Tabitha winces. ”I have no valid explanation for what I was doing. You probably got up early today to talk to your girlfriend back in England.”
Yes, because I need to be in my office to do that. It”s not as if I have a mobile phone in my possession at all times.
I tilt my head to the side, studying her. ”Come into my office, Tabitha, please.”
”Sure. Just let me grab my folder.”
”That can wait a few minutes.” I turn sideways to the door, waving for her to enter my office. ”Go on, pet.”
She hurries past me and heads for a chair.
I shut the door and return to my desk. But instead of sitting in my own chair, I perch on the edge of the desk directly in front of Tabitha. ”How much of my conversation did you hear?”
”Not much.”
”Would you mind telling me exactly which bits you overheard? I”m not angry, but I”d like to know.”
She wriggles in her chair. ”Well, um, I heard you talking to a woman. I know it must”ve been a woman because you called her ”love.” I doubt you say that to your brother.”
”No, but I do say it to my sister.”
Tabitha freezes. Her gaze is aimed at me, but I”m quite certain she isn”t seeing anything. Her mind has frozen up too, like an overworked computer. After a moment, she blinks rapidly. ”Your sister? That”s who you were talking to?”
”Yes. Bindy is in England, where it”s four hours later.”
”Oh, I see. But why did you call her from your office?”
”I didn”t want to be late for work, and I was hoping to get some tasks done early this morning so I could strike them off my to-do list. Then my sister rang me.”
Tabitha bows her head, covers her face with both hands, and moans pitifully. ”I”m such an idiot.”
I kneel in front of her, peeling her hands away from her face. ”You are the cleverest person I”ve ever met. But I”m wondering why you were so keen to find out who I was talking to.”
What I want her to say is...something she shouldn”t say. As a consummate professional at work, she would never admit to what I wish were true.
Bloody hell. I”m thinking like a teenage girl.
Tabitha finally lifts her gaze to me. ”I was jealous.”
”Of what? Or who?”
She rolls her eyes at me. ”Of your girlfriend. Who turned out to be your sister. Jeez, this is becoming a junior-high soap opera.”
”No, it isn”t that bad.” I take hold of her chin, gently. ”I feel the same way, though. Whenever I”m with you, it”s like I”m a boy again and I”m desperate to make the popular girl like me.”
”If you mean me, there”s no need to try. I like you very much, Spencer. More than I should.”
”You”ve done nothing wrong.” I slide my hand around to her nape. ”I read the entire fraternization policy, so I know dating is acceptable even between an assistant and her boss. All we need to do is fill out a form acknowledging the relationship. Bramson Feigenbaum understands people can”t control their feelings.”
”Even if we fill out that form, I think it would be best if we kept it on the down low at work.”
”Anything you like, love.” I lean in, pulling her head closer to mine. Those beautiful green eyes transfix me. ”Isn”t it strange that I”m the one suggesting we should get involved, and my free-spirited assistant is worried about the ramifications.”
”Yeah, it”s weird.” She bites her lip, letting it go gradually. ”The other night, I fantasized about you in the shower. I came so hard I couldn”t breathe.”
My cock is growing stiffer by the second. I know I should return to my desk and do my job, but I can”t tear my focus away from her shimmering emerald eyes and all that creamy skin. Her lips have taken on a darker shade of rose, and I can tell they”re slightly swollen. She wants me. I want her. What the fuck are we waiting for?
You”re at work, moron.
Sod my job. I need to shag this woman, right here in my office, and I need to do it immediately. Don”t care if I”m sacked five minutes later or tomorrow morning.
”I need you inside me, Spencer. Right now.”
A groan resonates in my chest, and my self-control shatters.
I wrap my free arm around Tabitha, pulling her closer until only the edge of her arse rests on the chair. Then I sink my fingers into her lush, silky hair to drag her mouth closer to mine. Her breaths gust over my face.
And I seal my mouth to hers.
She sags against me as I thrust my tongue between her lips. When we had kissed before, we both held back. I know we did. But here, today, I can”t rein in my lust for her any longer. I ravish her mouth with wild swipes of my tongue, starved for the flavor of her, desperate to take her body completely. Her tongue tangles with mine just as wildly as I”m devouring her. With my eyes closed, I can”t see her expression. But I can hear every hungry little noise she makes, and she must feel the hard length of my erection pressed into her belly.
”Don”t stop,” she murmurs against my lips. ”Fuck me, Spencer. Here in your office. Oh, God, please do it on your desk.”
A guttural groan reverberates in my throat.
I shove a hand under her arse, and she latches her legs around my waist. Then I stand up, scuffling backward, unwilling to stop kissing her even while I try to find the desk behind me. Tabitha flails one leg out to sweep everything off my desk. I can”t see that, but the waterfall of papers that I hear tumbling to the floor assures me she succeeded in her task.
A final thump lets me know she pushed my nameplate off the desk too.
The only thing on that surface now is my computer.
I clumsily turn around and set her arse on the desk”s edge. She reaches for my belt buckle, clearly intent on pulling my dick out, but I push her hand away. If this woman touches my cock, our shag will be over before I”ve even thrust into her luscious body. We”re both grunting like wild baboons. Who gives a toss? This is the sort of uninhibited sex I”ve always wanted to experience.
Tabitha hikes up her skirt, giving me a fantastic view of the hairs between her slender thighs.
I fumble about in my trouser pocket until I finally excavate a condom packet. Tabitha takes my earlobe into her mouth, teasing me with her velvety tongue, while I struggle to get the condom on. When I succeed at last, the deepest groan I”ve ever released rushes out of me.
Thank heaven I stuffed a condom into my pocket this morning. I must have had a subconscious premonition I”d need one.
I draw my hips back, thrusting into her hard and deep.
She throws her head back and lashes her legs around me.
I pump into her in a regular rhythm, exhaling with every inward lunge and sucking in a breath as I pull out almost all the way. Sweat dribbles down my temples. The scent of her cream inundates my senses. I would love to taste her, but not right now. To feel her body wrapped around my cock feels so fucking incredible that I can”t think about anything else. Tabitha shouts my name. The only word I can manage to shout is ”fuck.”
The desk begins to thump and creak.
I lay her down on her back, grasp the other side of the desk, and piston into her with so much force that I think the desk might crack apart.
”Oh, God, Spencer, don”t stop.”
Couldn”t if I wanted to. Can”t speak either. I feel the orgasm rising inside me, but I need her to come first. So, I lever myself up with one arm, then thrust my hand between her folds, rubbing them mercilessly.
Her climax explodes as she lets out a hoarse cry. Her body folds in on itself while her inner muscles clench me again and again, and I can”t hold out for one more second. I punch into her several more times, then freeze as rapid-fire spasms take hold, and the pleasure pushes a hoarse cry out of me. After one last thrust, I”m done.
Tabitha lies sprawled beneath me. Her legs are askew, her gaze is glossy, and she seems rather dazed in a good way. Am I that incredible at sex? I”ve never been accused of being a bad lover, but neither have I experienced this sort of reaction when I shag a woman. Her pupils are enlarged. Her lids drift shut, and her lips fall open, a sure sign of intense sexual pleasure.
I still can”t move. My arms are starting to quiver. And my cock remains buried inside her.
Tabitha aims a slightly dazed smile at me. ”Holy shit, Spencer. I had no idea you”d be a wild animal.” Her lazy smile broadens. ”I love it.”
”To be honest, I”ve never shagged a woman like that before. You inspire me to do barmy things, and I”m starting to believe that”s a good thing.”
”It definitely is.” She lifts one arm to grasp my tie, sliding her fingers up and down, up and down. ”Next time, I need to see you naked.”
”Next time? You want another go, then. Not right now, obviously. Only a superhero could have another go so soon after the best shag in history.”
Her soft, throaty laughter makes me want to kiss her. ”You do realize you”re still inside me.”
”Not sure I can convince myself to move.”
My desk phone rings.
Tabitha snatches up the handset and offers it to me.
Does she actually expect me to engage in coherent conversation while she lies there satiated and delectable with my cock still inside her? The woman is insane.
But through the phone speaker, I hear someone call out, ”Spencer? Are you there?”
I slap the phone to my ear. ”Ah, yes, I”m, ah, here. Who is this?”
”Larry Harper. From the risk analysis team?”
”Oh, yes, of course. What did you need?”
”Well, there”s a staff meeting in five minutes. Is Tabitha out sick or something? She”s always the first one to arrive in the conference room.”
”Tabitha is with me. We had some, ah, things to discuss before the meeting. We”ll be there momentarily.”
”Great. Everybody”ll wait for you guys. Bye.”
”Yes, goodbye.” I slam the phone down onto its cradle. ”We”re late for the staff meeting.”