To her credit, she didn’t back away from me as I advanced. Instead, she seemed to have sensed I threw down the gauntlet and stepped forward to accept the challenge. I smirked at her. “Not sure where it leaves you, but I am an alpha. And I never said I wasn’t the bad boy or the jerk the press made me out to be.”
Her eyes narrowed. “If the shoe fits, I guess you’ve gotta wear it.”
“Guess so.” I took another step toward her, my own breathing coming hard and fast as I thought of the audacity of this girl—my secretary, of all people—calling me out like this.
She met me halfway, the tops of her ears and cheeks flushed. An inferno blazed in her eyes. Man, was she pissed.
Good, at least I’m not the only one. A rogue thought flashed in my mind. Why was it so satisfying to see the rage burning in my chest firing into me from her eyes?
Her lips parted, undoubtedly to give me another piece of her mind. The movement drew my attention down to that plump mouth, my gaze fixed on the fiery red it was painted.
Without warning, I hiked my arm around her waist. It fit perfectly in that curve I saw her shirt showcase earlier. I yanked her against me and snapped my eyes to hers. She still didn’t back down.
Her hands flew to my chest and bunched the material of my shirt between her fingers. I didn’t know if she was trying to pull me closer or push me away, but I was willing to bet on pulling me closer when she leaned into me the tiniest bit.
That was all the assent I needed. I wound my fingers around the nape of her neck and kept her flush against my body with my arm around her waist, bending my head to crush her lips beneath my own.
All the tension between us turned to passion. The inferno from her eyes seemed to explode from both of us, consuming us. Razing our inhibitions and this week of playing fucking professional to the ground, melting the facades we put up to convince ourselves we hadn’t felt exactly the same thing for each other in that club.
I kissed her hard, but she kept up. She gave as good as she got, her hands wandering all over me. Feeling her fingers grip me, trace up and down my sides and over my arms set my skin on fire despite the shirt I was still wearing.
Groaning, I lifted her against me and walked back until I hit my desk. I positioned her between my legs and set her down, devouring her. My one hand stayed on that luscious fucking hip I’d been dreaming of feeling against me, while the other joined hers in exploring.
I felt a cold, hard plastic nub and realized it was the top button of her shirt. In a flash, I had it undone. She didn’t stop me, so I reached for the next one.
As undone and consumed as I was, Stephanie’s tongue plunged into my mouth and stroked at mine. One of her busy hands dropped to my belt buckle, and she brazenly started to undo it. This is what I’m fucking talking about.
A girl who wanted as much as I did and was as unforgiving about taking it. None of this shy, coy shit. Straightforward fucking desire. My cock swelled, straining against my zipper.
Her fingers were on the metal pull of the zipper, her skirt bunched around her waist and our bodies mashed so closely together I could feel the heat radiating from her center.
This was so fucking happening. I reached into my back pocket, knowing I had a condom in my wallet. Stephanie started pulling down on my zipper when suddenly there was a loud knock on my door.
Steph and I both froze, then broke apart so fast it was like a wire snapping under tension. She jumped off my desk and hurried to do up her buttons while I adjusted myself and sat down behind the desk to hide the very obvious evidence of what we’d been doing seconds before.
“Come in,” I called when I thought it was safe.
It was Neil. He eyed us both, then turned his attention to me. “I need you Jer. Right now. Something urgent’s come up. Sorry bro, but it can’t wait.”
“Then let’s go,” I said. I took my jacket from the hook behind my chair and slid it on as I walked to the door. When I reached it, I paused briefly to look back at Stephanie. “Excuse me.”
I left her standing there in my office, looking like she’d just been fucked with her hair all mussed and her lips bee-stung. Breathing hard.
Damn, she was fucking gorgeous. Sexier than I’d ever seen her. Whatever Neil needed me for, I hoped like hell for his sake it was worth leaving a girl like her standing alone after what could’ve just happened between us.