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  Her mouth dropped into an “O” of surprise.

  What the hell was I doing? “Sorry.” I leaned forward and brushed her cheek with a kiss, feeling awkward as fuck.

  I glanced around, noting that everyone had stopped working to watch me. They were all grinning like idiots.

  “Get back to work,” I grumbled, which only made their smiles bigger. I’d never had a lover visit me at work.

  A lover. Was that what Lila was? I slid my hands into my pockets, stepping back when all I wanted to do was crush her to me and bury my face in her hair. Torment her with kisses. Get. Her. Naked.

  “Are you going to give me the grand tour? Introduce me to everyone?” She turned in a slow circle, following the sweep of her hand.

  “This is pretty much it,” I said, then raised my voice to fill the room. “Everyone, this is Lila. Lila, everyone.”

  “Hello, everyone.” Lila lifted her hand, and the nearby staff called out greetings.

  “Welcome aboard,” someone yelled from one of the breakout offices.

  “Uh, sure. Thanks.” Lila looked at me and made a face.

  I shrugged it off. “This is all there is to see down here. Why don’t we go up to my office?” I suggested.

  “Your office.” She raised her brows. “Sounds important.”

  “Oh, it is,” I agreed, directing her to the elevator. After the door slid shut, she leaned against the back wall, grinning at me.

  “Is this business or pleasure?” she asked, an eyebrow lifting.

  My gaze tracked to her hemline and I swallowed. “With you, it’s always pleasure.”

  She gave a dark chuckle. “I am wearing some, in case you were wondering.” She flicked up her skirt and flashed her panties. Barely covering her mound, the thin strip of black lace disappeared between the lips of her pussy.

  My gaze remained stuck to that tiny scrap of cloth until she flipped her skirt back down. I swallowed.

  “It did cross my mind,” I conceded. Among other things. Like going down on my knees right now and tearing those panties off with my teeth. My mouth watered, blood rushing south as my cock hardened.

  She pushed off the wall until she stood toe-to-toe with me. Her breath fanned my face, sweet and inviting. “What about you? Are you going to show me yours?” She put a finger on my hip and pushed me to the side, bending to examine my ass.

  “I am not commando,” I said a little breathlessly. I could tell, because my cock was pressed up tight against the elastic. I took in the view of her rounded ass as she tilted to the side.

  She stood back up and pursed her lips. “How do I know you’re not lying?” she asked, strolling leisurely around me, taking her time, until I felt the sting of her heated gaze at my back, against my ribs, and the sear of attention from those wicked gray eyes.

  “I can’t see a panty line. I think you’re bullshitting me,” she declared, coming to a standstill in front of me.

  I licked my lips. “Check if you have to,” I offered, lifting my arms.

  And fuck if she didn’t slide her hands down my waistband. I bit back a groan as she wrapped her hand around my dick in a good, strong grip. I glanced at the corner of the elevator to make sure there were no little red recording lights. Not that I gave a fuck, but I wanted the tapes for my own future pleasure, not someone else’s.

  Then I forgot all about security when she ran her fist up and down my length. I pressed forward, trapping her between the elevator wall and my chest. I laid my palms flat on either side of her head and thrust my nose into her hair, drawing in a deep breath.

  “Why do you drive me so crazy?” I whispered, catching her earlobe in my teeth. I bit down hard enough to leave a dent, sucked the little pink morsel into my mouth, then let it go with a soft plop.

  “Why weren’t you like this in front of your workers?” she asked, her voice low and husky. She put her other hand to my chest and pushed. I grabbed the hand buried in my pants, but she held my dick in a tight grip, the bite of pleasure tinged with pain. I squeezed her wrist harder and she let go.

  “Nice girls don’t stick their hands down men’s pants in front of their employees,” I said, drawing a shaky breath.

  “What does that make me?” she asked with a smirk. Her chin lifted, and she locked gazes with me.

  I considered her a moment but said nothing. What could I say? The woman had put her hands down my pants and I fucking loved it.

  The elevator dinged and she twirled away, leaving me to watch the swing of her ass as she sashayed down the corridor.

  “That makes you mine,” I said quietly, then had to stifle a grin at her striding along as though she owned the building. No one would have guessed she didn’t have a clue where she was going. I caught her before she got too far, grabbing her hand and swinging her in the opposite direction. “My office is this way,” I informed her.

  She turned and followed my lead.

  “Panties off,” I ordered as soon as we cleared my door. I had waited long enough.

  I glanced out the internal window into the corridor. I shared this floor with five other companies, but this corner was my own private haven. No one ever came up here but Frankie and a few of the senior workers. I snapped the blinds shut, closing out the rest of the world. A rush of excitement squeezed through my veins, adding another lick of heat to my balls.

  Why had I never done this before?

  I turned around to find she had not done what I’d asked.

  I tsked and shook my head, frowning. “What are those panties still doing on your delectable ass?”

  “What are yours?” she countered, her hands finding her hips.

  “You want me to take mine off first?” I let my hands drop to my belt. “Okay.”

  Her gaze slithered to my waist and her teeth sank into her bottom lip. “Take them off nice and slow,” she instructed.

  I did as she ordered, sliding my belt from the loops, one by one, until it slipped free. I threw the belt aside, already moving on to undoing my pants. They hung for a moment, clinging to my ass, defying gravity. I circled my hips and the fabric fell to the floor with a dull thud. My phone, probably. I didn’t give a shit, as long as it stayed silent. I stepped out of my pants and kicked them backward, out of my way. Underwear next. The tail of my business shirt tickled my ass, cool air whispering around my balls like a heated caress.

  “Stop right there,” she said when I went to remove my shirt.

  I froze, halfway to undoing the top button. I dropped my hands to my sides and she tilted her head, her brows drawing together.

  “Is this the real reason you wanted me in your office?” she asked.

  “What do you mean?” I spread my hands. Nothing to hide here. I tracked her from the corner of my eye as she walked around me. When she stopped in front of me again, she flicked open a button at chest level.

  “So there’s no secret agenda?” She opened another button, drawing her finger down my chest until it hit the next one. Undid it. Continued all the way down to the bottom. She lifted the sides of my shirt and glanced down. Swiped at her mouth with her tongue.

  “Since you brought it up, we do have an opening. Here—” I smudged her lips with my thumb, trailed my hand down her chest, her belly, bending slightly so I could cup her crotch. I curled my fingers through the fabric of her skirt and panties, searching out the entrance to her snatch. “And here,” I whispered close to her ear.

  She sucked in a breath. “I’m not working for you.”

  “Who said anything about work?” Right now, work was the last thing on my mind. I was hard as a rock, and she hadn’t even touched me yet. “Why don’t you show me what you’ve got?” I taunted softly.

  She gave a throaty laugh and stepped back, her eyes gleaming. She hiked her skirt up to her waist, hooked her fingers into her panties, then skimmed them over her hips and down those long legs of hers. I got a quick glimpse of her luscious round ass before she smoothed her skirt back into place. Then she slid down onto her heels, knees
wide. I couldn’t see her pussy, only bare thighs, but I knew it was there. I could taste it on the back of my tongue.

  “Now take off your shirt,” she said, looking up through heavy black lashes, so sweet and innocent…except for the mischievous twitch of her lips. My cock jerked, bobbing so close to her mouth I could feel her breath on its tip.

  I swallowed down a moan, fumbling with the cuffs, and ripped off my shirt. I threw it aside, twisting around to lock the door while I still had all my faculties.

  She flattened her hands on my thighs, then smoothed them upward until they sat on either side of my cock, not touching. “You should leave it unlocked. More fun that way,” she said.

  I clenched my hands. “I’m not going to have my assistant walk in on me.”

  “Too bad. She might join in.” Lila smirked.

  I thought of fifty-year-old Frankie and laughed. “She just might.”

  My laughter died in my throat when Lila flowed forward, pressing her cheek against my cock as she slid her fingers around my hips to curl into my ass. She nibbled at the sensitive skin at the base of my stomach, causing a ripple of shivers to work down my belly. I gripped the back of the nearest chair to steady myself under the onslaught I knew was coming. Not a moment too soon. She leaned forward to draw my cock into her mouth.

  I rocked forward, pleasure streaking up my spine as the wet warmth of her mouth engulfed me. My cock nudged the back of her throat and I jerked back, my ass hitting the edge of the desk. She grabbed my hips and pulled me back into her mouth, then gripped the base of my cock to direct the movement. In and out. Out and in. I widened my stance so I could look down and watch the silky strands of her hair as she bobbed back and forth in front of me. The sight of my dick disappearing into her mouth nearly made me come right then, seeing my cock slide from her lips, slippery with saliva and pre-come, red smudges of lipstick at the base near my balls.

  I fisted my hands in her hair and pulled her head back to get a better look as I slammed into her again. Her eyes teared up and she gagged, and I fucking loved it. I shoved my dick farther down her throat, grinding my balls into her chin, and her fingers tightened on my buttocks, encouraging me to keep up the punishing rhythm. She slid one hand between my legs, pressing a finger to my asshole.

  “Fuck. Yes.” A low moan grew in the depths of my chest, my cock swelled, so fucking hard now, ready to shoot a load. I lost it a little. It felt so fucking good with her tongue curling around my length, the head hitting the back of her throat, her finger digging into my anus.

  I gripped the back of her head, pounding into her, a storm gathering in the pit of my belly. The tip of her finger breached my ring, and I yelled out her name, holding fistfuls of her hair as I came down her throat. Aftershocks shuddered through me, each one more pleasurable than the last. I stayed in her mouth until my cock softened and she pulled away.

  “Holy fuck.” I helped her to her feet, trying to catch my breath and steady the gallop of my heart. I had to wait a few seconds for my vision to stop sparkling at the edges. All I could see was Lila, her cheeks flushed with desire, mouth slightly open, lips red and swollen. Her nipples stood at attention through her shirt, and I knew her pussy would be sopping with juices.

  “Show me how wet you are. I have to see,” I said hoarsely.

  She lifted her skirt and the evidence of her need was between her legs, her pussy and inner thighs shiny with moisture. Of course she had to go one better. She dipped her fingers through her folds and brought them up wet. My cock stirred. I wouldn’t have thought it possible after blowing my load so completely, but I didn’t want to waste all her creamy goodness on anything else but sliding my length deep inside her.

  “Turn around and pull up your skirt. I’m going to fuck you good and hard, just like you deserve.”

  Another rush of liquid and those pert little tits of hers nearly popped through her shirt. She turned, and I came up behind her, grabbing her breasts. She writhed against me and I rubbed up against her ass, working my cock until it was hard and ready. Her nipples were like bullets, and I tweaked them between finger and thumb. Each time I gripped them, a flush of wet heat coated my cock. I bent slightly so the head brushed her entrance. She moaned loudly, thrusting her ass back at me, pleading to be taken.

  Fuck! Condom. I groaned, pulling away long enough to find my wallet and grab one. I slid it on, my hands shaking.

  “Hurry up—”

  I shoved my dick between her wet folds before she could finish her sentence, driving into her pussy so hard her hips smacked into my desk. I pulled her back, thrusting forward as I did so I could get even deeper. Her moan shuddered up the shaft of my cock. I closed my eyes and held still, enjoying the little piece of Lila heaven before she wriggled her butt and I had to keep moving. She gripped the desk and drove her ass back, meeting each thrust of my hips with a soft exhale while I pounded into her, my balls spanking the back of her thighs. I pressed down on her spine, pushing her front lower so her buttocks went higher still…her virgin asshole pink and puckered and tempting.

  Fire washed through my limbs, searing my balls. I closed my eyes, then dragged them open again, not wanting to miss a moment—the suck and grab of her pussy grasping at my cock, the way each breath brought a mewl of pleasure to her lips. I cupped her buttocks in my hands, kneading them together.

  “Fuck, I want this.” I pulled moisture up from her sex, along the crease of her ass until it was glistening with cream.

  Her legs trembled. “I want… I want you to take my ass,” she said. “Do it. Now.”

  I drew in a ragged breath, close to saying no. Scared that I would hurt her. But this was her choice, and I wanted it, too. So fucking bad.

  “Do you have anything in your bag like hand cream? Lip gloss? Fuck. Anything?”

  I let her go long enough for her to forage in her bag. She came back triumphantly holding a small tube, handed it over, then presented that perfect round ass of hers to me. I took a deep breath, her absolute trust hitting me like a punch in the chest. I wasted no time lubing up her ass and her tight, pink pucker until it was shiny and plump. She let out a low moan as I worked my fingers into her ring, making it pliable and soft. Her pussy brushed my thighs, leaving wet smears of cream, and I could feel how wet she was.

  I held her hips steady as I nudged inside. Her back arched, her nails scraping across the top of the desk. I paused, and she rocked back, pushing my dick in a little farther. I let her set the pace, sweat beading on my brow as I tried to hold steady, every inch I gained so tight and sweet around my cock. She was panting hard, swaying on her feet with little grunts of pleasure that matched my own. I reached around, playing with the edges of her pussy, and she cried out, eating up the last few inches until I was fully seated.

  She groaned long and deep as I slid a finger inside her. I rocked back so my cock slid half way out, then jerked forward, my cock ramming deep, my balls slapping into the backs of her thighs. I flicked my finger out, up, and over her engorged clit.

  “Oh yes. That’s it. Yes.” She spread her legs wider, her back bowed as she thrust her ass high.

  I dug the fingers of my other hand into the rounded flesh of her ass, holding her still as I circled her throbbing clit. She shuddered beneath me, her legs trembling. I pulled my cock out an inch, then worked my way back in, the fit so tight I could barely stop from coming.

  “Do it. Fuck my ass,” she gritted out.

  I ground my pubic bone into her backside, my fingers sliding across her clit, hips pumping hard now as I chased down pleasure. Hers and mine. I could feel her muscles clenching, her ass grabbing at my dick. I lost sense of our rhythm, launching forward, driving deep. It was all I could do to keep from totally losing it. Her head came up, her shoulder muscles straining as her whole body gathered into a tight bow. She came in a rush, taking me by surprise with how quickly it happened. But I was ready, too. I would always be ready for her. I pushed deep, rocking back and forth, loving the feel of her tightening and releasing, h
er clit bobbing and dipping under my fingers as I came.

  “You okay?” It took me a while to push the question out.

  “Mmm.” She leaned back into me, humming her answer, lifting her head to nuzzle the underside of my chin. I eased my cock out, turning her around so I could rest my head on her shoulder and catch my breath. I tipped her head so her lips were within reach, kissing her long and deep. She was soft and pliant in my arms. Peaceful.

  I held onto her a moment longer, making sure she was steady on her feet before letting go. “I want you here. Like this. Every day.” I twisted her hair in my fingers and brushed it behind her ear. “Why don’t you set up here, in my offices?”

  Her eyes flew open and her smile disappeared as she realized I wasn’t playing. “Why would I want to do that? I don’t even know what I’m doing yet.”

  “It’s just an idea. Hear me out.”

  “Can’t you give it a rest, even for one fucking day?” She turned away, fumbling for her clothes.

  “Lila.” I made a grab for her, but she ducked out of my way, pulling on her skirt. The pulse in my jaw ticked. “I can help you. I can put you in touch with the right people.”

  She whirled on me, her gaze narrowed. “I don’t need your charity, Blake. I’m perfectly okay as I am. I like who I am. I don’t need to be packaged up in a neat, tidy box just because it makes you feel better.”

  I swiped at my mouth. “Is that what you think it is? Charity? I’m only talking about introducing you to a few people in the industry.” I pushed away from the desk, grabbing up my shirt and pants.

  “I’m not having this conversation with you right now,” she said. “I just had the best orgasm of my life, and you’re ruining it.”

  I gritted my teeth. “You’re ruining it by being so stubborn. You’ll see when you come to L.A. with me.” I hadn’t meant to ask her that way, but damn it, she ticked me off. Fucking charity.

  She lifted her chin, and I strapped myself in for Hurricane Lila.

  “You’re not listening.” She stalked to the desk and leaned over it. “I don’t need a job.”