Chapter 43
CHAPTER 43
ELIJAH
A s promised, I knock on Pen’s office door at six o’clock. She throws it open and invites me in. I close it behind me before grabbing her hand and spinning her around, pinning her against the wall. Our lips and tongues clash, her response telling me exactly how pleased she is to see me.
“I’ve been wanting to do that all day,” I mutter close to her lips, unable to keep the grin off my face.
To say she’s had me distracted is an understatement.
“I’ve been wanting you to,” she admits, her hand coming up and playing with the material of my shirt, our lower bodies pressed tightly together. “I’ve been having quite a few flashbacks. Not sure whether my brain is making it up or whether it really happened. But it’s left me hot and wet.”
She practically purrs the last words, and I’m instantly hard.
I press my cock against her, showing her exactly how affected I am, before moaning against her mouth.
“I think I need to check you’re telling me the truth,” I say.
I slide my hand down and find the button of her trousers, flicking it open before lowering the zipper. I slide my hand into her panties and through the wet, swollen folds of her pussy.
I take her ear lobe between my teeth and bite down gently, being careful with the metal she wears in each lobe. Her hips press into mine.
I groan against her ear as my fingers begin to explore and spread the evidence of her desire.
“God, Pen,” I say.
She parts her legs and closes her eyes in ecstasy as I find and tease her entrance and clit with my fingers.
She moans quietly and grips my shirt.
“You weren’t lying,” I say, gliding my fingers backwards and forwards over her swollen flesh.
She drops her head back with a thump against the wall.
“Fuck,” she mumbles, spreading her legs wider, allowing me better access.
I slide my finger into her weeping body. It goes in easily and I curl it forward against that magical and so responsive spot.
I slam my mouth down on Pen’s, swallowing her moan before withdrawing my fingers.
I pull them away, bringing them to my lips.
I suck down, drinking in her flavour.
Her eyes darken further as she watches me lick my fingers clean.
When I’m done, I zip her back up and redo her button.
“We may need a re-run. Put your mind at rest. I’d hate to disappoint. Maybe if there’s something you want to try.”
I watch her throat bob at my words, her tongue snaking out to moisten her lips.
I swallow. My body now uncomfortably hard. We’re going to need to get out of here, or I’m going to have Pen bent over her desk as I take her from behind.
The thought has me biting down on a groan as my eyes wander to her desk.
Her eyes follow mine.
“You need feeding first,” I say. “When did you last eat?”
I want to smile at the frown now marring her brow, but fucking her in the office is not something I want to start. The memory would mean I never got another moment of work done in my life. I can feel her disappointment, so I cup her cheeks and drop a kiss on her nose.
“Patience. All good things come to those who wait. And I promise, it will be worth the wait.” I smirk. “We both need some energy for what I have in store.”
Her eyes widen, and I grin. She shoots a look of longing at her desk before waggling her eyebrows at me.
“No,” I say, “Let’s get out of here. I want to make you scream, and I’m not sure you want the rest of your team to know what I’m doing to you.”
She moans before slamming her lips once more against mine.
When we finally break apart, I say, “I’ve booked us a table at Marco’s.”
She places a hand on my chest and looks up at me with her large brown eyes.
“Do they offer takeaway?”
My fingers flex around her ass, and she groans.
“We can order from the car,” I say, grabbing her handbag off her desk, suddenly filled with a desperate need to get out of here. “Need anything else?”
Pen shakes her head, laughing. I don’t think I’ve seen Pen look so carefree or mischievous. At least, not since…I don’t let my mind return there.
My lips smash down on hers one last time as I take her hand in mine, interlocking our fingers. It’s not early, so when I pull her from her office, the floor is mainly empty. Only Danika, Pen’s PA, is sitting at her desk.
“Have a good night,” I say as I pull Pen past her.
“You too,” Danika calls after us as we move towards the elevator.
I can hear the amusement in her voice.
When the lift door finally closes, I pull Pen into my arms.
“I think Dani just got the answer she’s been looking for all day,” Pen says, giggling, her cheeks glowing.
I raise my eyebrows.
Pen smacks my chest. “I blame you,” she says, trying to sound stern. “What are you doing to me? I’m acting like a teenager. I’ve got sex on the brain…I’ve never had sex on the brain!”
I drop a kiss on her nose.
“Me too,” I say, grinning and pulling her hard against me so she can feel just how much she’s on my brain. “I propose we relive our teenage years and have lots and lots of sex.”
Pen throws back her head and laughs.
“I like your thinking, Mr Frazer. You’re on!”