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“Oh, thank god. Our website needs work,” Matteo says. I tear my eyes from Lorenzo and realize that everyone listened to my question.
Damn it. This distraction plan backfired.
As Lorenzo starts answering questions about his studies, I slip my hand under the table and grab his hand, intending to move it off my leg. But he grabs my fingers, stroking the back with his thumb before clasping my hand in his.
His hand is significantly larger than mine. I could fight to release my hand, but too much movement would give us away. He moves my hand over my pussy and cups it, his fingers brushing across my entrance.
How is he able to focus on what anyone is saying? I sure as fuck can’t. His middle finger strokes the wetness on my panties, and it takes everything in me not to moan.
I shouldn’t want to moan. I shouldn’t be enjoying this. Trent was the last person I had sex with, and I can't remember ever feeling this enthralled. I'm on great terms with my vibrator, but that only takes you so far. I barely even know Lorenzo, and he’s making me feel better than I have in a long time.
But we’re at ourworkholiday party, and this isn’t who I am.
I shoot up so suddenly that I hear the drop of his hand on the leg of his chair. Everyone’s eyes shoot to me and he quickly moves his hand to his lap, so I don’t think anyone noticed.
“I need to use the bathroom.” I set my drink on the table and turn, not missing the look in Lorenzo’s eyes when I do my best to calmly walk to the bathroom.
Locking myself into the safety of the square room, I remove my panties and sit on the toilet. I’ve never been more thankful that I wore my red lace bra and panty set instead of the boyshorts I usually like. Not like he’s even seen them. But guys can tell from touch alone, right?
I bet Lorenzo can. The way he was grabbing me and tantalizing me, he probably does this all the time. Maybe he was fired from his previous job for getting frisky with the staff. He flat out said he doesn’t want to be my boyfriend. Which is perfect, because I’m done with men.
Right?
I’ve never been the one-night stand type. I’m a homebody, and that requires a whole lot of effort that I don’t put into going out and meeting people. I’m not opposed to the idea, but this just seems downright foolish.
We’re coworkers now. This can’t end well, one way or the other. The distance I forced on us is clearing my head.
It’s time to go home.
Chapter Four
December 23rd
Ifinishpeeingandwipe not only myself but my panties, still slick with my desire. The desire I’m stifling. As I wash my hands, my head spins and it dawns on me that the shots we took are in effect. I wish I could message Char about this, but she doesn’t know about Lorenzo, and it’s too much to explain through a measly text.
I’ll call her as soon as I get home.
My naked eyes stare back at me as I dry my hands with a paper towel. Tonight I went with contacts because this outfit didn’t fit the glasses vibe. I tighten my lips and exit the bathroom, walking down the empty hallway towards the party. Suddenly, I’m shoved into the wall.
“Not so fast.” His voice is right in my ear, his chest crowding me in and his hips digging into my back. I feel my body weaken in response, leaning into the touch I so desperately crave. My ass rubs on his slacks and I want nothing more than to grind against him, to feel his cock harden on it.
But I find the willpower to whip around and shove him back. “Are you crazy?” I hiss. “Anyone can see us!” I look behind him, but everyone is distracted, absorbed in the party.
“We’re in the dark here, princess.” His tone matches his smoldering eyes, roaming over me like I’m his first meal after being starved for a week. “Or am I still not allowed to call you that?”
“I need to understand what is happening!” I shout-whisper. I try to leave but he boxes me in with his palms pressed into the walls on either side.
“What’s there to understand? I want you and you want me. Don’t try to deny it, Kate. Ifeltit. I still feel it.”
It’s a good thing we are in this dark hallway, because my cheeks just turned ten shades darker.
“You want me to stop? Say it.” Seconds tick by, but I can’t get myself to utter the words my brain is shouting at me to say. His body feels too good against mine. The heat emanating from his chest is melting my insides, and I want his hand back on my thigh. And on my hips. I want themeverywhere.
“You want me. And I…” He leans in, sending a shiver up my spine when his forearms brush my shoulders. “I want toruinyou.”
I let out a low moan before I can stop it, my back arching so my chest touches his. His hands travel to my waist, squeezing and rubbing in a perfect rhythm. I start to grind against him, forgetting myself. Someone laughs, the travel echoing down the hallway, and I freeze.
“We can’t stay here!”
