Page 68 of Tell Me Something

I knocked lightly and opened the door when I heard Josh’s voice telling me to come in. “Nigel said you’d like to see me, Mr. Singer.” I was glad that I was looking exceptionally put together today in my red Ralph Lauren dress with matching shoes.

He took his time looking me up and down. “Who was the gift from?” He leaned back in his chair, looking every bit the powerful business man.

My pulse leapt at the sound of his voice. “Catherine.”

His look of surprise gave me a small feeling of satisfaction.

“I see. Are you going to tell me what she sent?” There was quiet tension in his voice.

“Designer jeans and a lacy thong.” I watched his jaw tick.

“Did Nigel leave for lunch?”

I felt my mouth go dry. “Yes.”

“Are you off your period?”

Oh, shit. We were crossing a line not previously crossed here in the office. “Yes,” I admitted in a whisper.

“Good. Come here.” He wheeled his chair back. “I want your ass right here on my desk.”

Swallowing hard, I watched as he crossed the room and locked the door, but I stayed rooted to the spot. “What if someone comes upstairs?” We were the top floor of the building, but there were several individuals who had direct access via the elevators to the space outside his office.

He gave me an annoyed look and went to the control panel on the side of the wall, locking the elevators as well. “Your ass, Haylee, on that desk.” His tone had an edge to it.

I moved to where he had instructed, edging up onto his desk and twisting at the waist in order to watch his graceful movements.

He shrugged out of his suit jacket and walked toward me almost like he was stalking prey.

It was so unbelievably hot.

“Take off your panties,” he ordered.

I shook my head.

He cocked an eyebrow, coming to stand in front of me. “Defiant today?”

I nudged my chin up. “Considering I just saw you lip-locked with a blonde downstairs, you’ll have to excuse me if my panties don’t exactly want to jump right off.”

That at least earned me another tick in his jaw. “Okay, evidently we’re hashing this out now.”

My body rebelled against the idea of talking. As he was about to step away, I locked my legs around his waist and hauled him toward me. “Hash later.”

And just like that, his mouth was crashing down on mine. He wasn’t gentle, and I didn’t want him to be as our mutual frustration spilled out into the kiss. Suddenly I was frantic to have him inside of me.

“Dammit, I’m breaking the rules with you all over the place.” His teeth grazed my neck while his hands worked up under my dress. He sucked in his breath when he found my garters. “I’ll buy you more underwear,” he promised.

A moment later I discovered what he meant when I felt the crotch rip. Swiftly, he was inside of me, holding my hips and driving like a man possessed. I gripped his waist and held on, feeling the pressure build when his thumb found my most sensitive spot between our bodies. It wasn’t long before I came completely undone.

He followed with one last thrust and a groan, emptying fully deep inside of me. “Christ, Haylee.” He pulled out slowly and grabbed some tissues from the box he kept on his desk, wiping himself before doing up his pants again. “My bathroom has washcloths.”

I slid down and found myself off balance in more than one way. After walking into a surprisingly spacious bathroom, I made quick work out of cleaning up. The underwear was a lost cause. It was tempting to leave them in his trash, but I couldn’t take the chance they might be found, so I took them with me.

Josh was on the phone when I walked out. Well, this was awkward. I guess I should go?

As if reading my mind, he held up a finger, indicating I should wait. After finishing his conversation, he studied me.

My eyes drifted to where we had just been on his desk, and I flushed.