Tess
“Fine!” I exclaimed. As if it were actually fine. I swept my things into Kendra’s briefcase and stood up. “Totally fine.”
Brett stood with me. “You don’t have to go right this minute.
We still have half the hour left to talk more about it.
We can make some recommendations for how to present to Scott.
Then make an appointment for later. In fact, worry about all of it next week.
His assistant probably isn’t even back from her lunch yet. ”
I knew Brett was attracted to me, which was the reason I assumed he was trying to keep me.
He also might have been trying to save me from a confrontation with his “difficult” boss, at least for the day, and I appreciated that.
Especially because I knew a meeting with Scott would be difficult on more than one level.
It was a good reason to take Brett up on the suggestion, give myself the weekend to prepare for an encounter with Scott alone. Put together a presentation that solely focused on the DRF. Rehearse my talking points. Make sure I was wearing pretty panties.
No, no, no no no.
My panties could not come into this equation at all. The fact that they’d even crossed my mind was proof that I was not in the least bit ready to see him. That I should sit back down and make a better plan.
Except waiting meant having to be worked into his already busy schedule.
It might be days before I could get in, and I didn’t want to lose the time I’d saved by cutting out the other charity presentations.
And since he’d planned to be at this current meeting once upon a time, there was a chance he was free now.
“Thank you for the offer, but I’m actually fired up from all your enthusiasm. Might as well strike while I’m still hot.”
Hot for the project, Tess. Remember that’s what you’re hot for.
“Okay, then,” Brett said, his doubts obvious in his tone. “I wish you luck. We all wish you luck.”
The rest of the team echoed his sentiments. And his tone.
I managed to leave with my head held high anyway, though my footsteps did hesitate in the hall when I overheard Matt in the room behind me. “Does it feel like we just sent a lamb to slaughter?”
Their ensuing laughter gave me fuel for the task. I sped up my stride. I’d show them all. I knew what I was talking about. My presentation was solid. Scott was difficult, but he wasn’t impossible.
Even if he had hypnotic blue eyes. And charming banter. And irresistible lips.
God, I was so screwed.
Focus on the cause. Teyana and the cause.
As Brett had thought, there was no one at Scott’s assistant’s desk, but it wasn’t an issue since the double doors to his office were wide open. That meant he was definitely inside. From this angle, I couldn’t see him, which meant he couldn’t see me. Which meant I could still change my mind.
But there was no need to change my mind. We were professionals. This was all good.
I strode through his office with boldness that I hadn’t known I’d possessed.
Then came to an abrupt halt when I’d made it halfway into the room.
It was farther than I’d made it last time, and while I could tell there was much in my periphery that I would love to examine, my eyes were trapped on him, sitting behind his oversized desk, his leg nonchalantly crossed over the other, ankle to knee, the New York skyline backdropped behind him.
He looked like a king on his throne, casually and majestically ruling his world.
“Tessa?” His surprise quickly morphed into a sort of knowing grin. A smoldering smirk that made my stomach flutter and my heart trip. The words I’d prepared were caught in my throat.
I jumped as the doors behind me suddenly closed, pulling my gaze for a fraction of a second.
Then it was back on Scott, who’d stood and come around his desk, and even though men who closed their offices doors with a button when a woman walked in were shady as shit, it was also kind of hot, and now my breath caught too because every time I looked at him, he somehow just got more gorgeous, and what had I come in here for again?
“Tessa,” he said again, and there was no question in his tone as he stalked toward me. Just raw need that sent an answering jolt to my lower regions. His eyes were dark. His lips were wet.
I wasn’t sure if it was me or him who made the official first move. All I knew was that I dropped the briefcase as we came together, our mouths frenzied, our hands frantic, our bodies molded to each other.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” I panted in between kisses.
“It’s such a very bad idea,” he agreed before slipping me his tongue and thereby ending any possibility of talking.
The kissing was explosive, if it could be called kissing.
Making out wasn’t even an appropriate description of what we were doing.
We were desperate and urgent, our bodies moving with singular purpose—a very carnal purpose.
With his lips locked on mine, he tore off his jacket, then wrapped his hands in my hair.
My hand went lower to stroke the hard outline of his cock, earning me a groan that turned my panties into a flood.
I moaned as well, not only because of the feral sound he’d made, but also because the shape of him in my palm was on the Magnum side of the cock-size scale, and holy mother of all saints, I was definitely going to hell because the only thing I could think about was how fast I could get that magnificent beast inside me.
Scott, thankfully, seemed to have the same agenda.
While I worked on his buckle, his hand tugged my skirt up to my waist (thank the Lord I hadn’t chosen to wear slacks that morning).
I had to abandon the task with the belt half undone when he picked me up, but I didn’t complain since it brought my throbbing core to rest against his hard ridge.
His deliciously well-defined hard ridge.
I threw my hands around his neck and hooked my ankles behind him, bucking my hips to get more pressure against my pussy as he carried me...somewhere. I didn’t care where. A handful of seconds later, my ass landed on the edge of his desk.
I fell back onto my elbows as he wrapped his fingers into the flimsy material of my panties. “Lift,” he ordered, and I did, as eager to have them off as he was. He tossed them aside, then moved to finish undoing his pants. He nodded behind me. “Top drawer on the right. My wallet’s there.”
This wild with lust and he could still remember protection. It was probably an indicator of just how well rehearsed he was in frantic fucking, but in that moment, he was my hero.
Reaching back, I found the leather wallet, and after very briefly considering going fishing in it myself, I sat up and handed it to him.
“Trade,” I said, letting him find the condom while I pushed his pants and boxer briefs down far enough to let his cock spring out.
And wow.
Even after getting a sense of him by touch, I had to blink. “Mr. Sebastian,” I said breathlessly as he rolled on the condom (Magnum indeed). “That is one spectacular cock.”
His lips quirked up in a smirk. “I’m glad you approve. Let’s see if that pretty pussy of yours agrees.”
I already knew she would. Still, I gasped as he drove in, shocked by the feel of his girth inside me. Shocked and very, very pleased. He was enormous, my pussy clamping down on him so tightly that his first few thrusts were stilted and shallow.
Then my body adjusted, and both of us sighed in pleasure as he slid all the way in.
“My pussy agrees,” I whimpered. “She really, really agrees.”
He flashed a satisfied smile before getting serious about the work of fucking me. And kissing me. And saying dirty, dirty things that made me clench tighter around him.
“I knew it from the minute I tasted it, from the minute I saw it. This was a pussy that needed to be fucked.” He hardly sounded out of breath despite the driving tempo of his thrusts.
“Yes, yes,” I agreed. “Needed to be fucked.” Forget the fact that it shouldn’t be fucked. It was too late to pretend I hadn’t craved him to the point of distraction.
He rewarded the admission with a searing kiss. “I hope you’ve given me credit for how much restraint I’ve shown in pursuing you.”
He’d shown restraint?
I wasn’t in a position to call him on it. “I think right now we’ve both demonstrated a lack of self-discipline.”
“Does that mean you think we should stop?”
He didn’t show any indication that he thought we should stop, his fingers digging in at my hips as he tilted me to get a better angle. Still, in case it crossed his mind, I rushed out, “No! Please, no.”
He smiled against my lips. “Good because I wasn’t going to. But I do like it when you beg.”
“Please, please, please,” I begged, wanting to make him happy, though I wasn’t sure I could take much more. My thighs were quivering with the tension building in my body. I was on the verge of an orgasm that I was half certain would kill me.
“Does my cock feel good, Tessa?”
The way he said my name! “So good. You feel so fucking good.”
“Touch yourself. I want to feel you come all over me.”
I didn’t tell him I was already on the brink.
I just did what I was told, putting one finger on the swollen bundle of nerves, letting the rest graze against his cock as he glided in and out of me.
I was a powder keg. Being fucked by a man who I desperately wanted, on his desk, in the middle of the day, with all of his employees on the other side of the wall, when I shouldn’t be fucking him at all—it was a scenario that lit all my buttons.
What had he said last time we’d been in here getting into trouble? Maybe that’s why it’s so fun.
And ohmygod was it fun.
Explosively fun. Even knowing it was coming, my climax caught me off guard as it burst through me. Stars pressed against my closed lids. My muscles went rigid as they convulsed with pleasure. I let out a cry that Scott had to stifle with a hand clamped over my mouth.