He palms my ass, my ache intensifying. I bite his lower lip and his breath catches, his other hand wandering up my torso, his thumb stroking the spot right below my underwire.
I gasp softly. He squeezes harder and I press myself against him.
You’re at work. Stop it.
I don’t stop it. I tug lightly at the waistband of his pants, pulling his hips forward against mine, his hardness against my belly as fire pools inside me. He groans, running one thumb over my nipple. Even through my blouse and bra, I shiver.
“ — See if Violet’s still here, she might want to come.”
I jump back so fast that I fall into my chair again. It spins slightly as Kevin appears in my door.
“Hi there!” I say, hoping that I sound perfectly normal.
If Kevin thinks it’s weird that the hot chef is standing very close to me right now, his face doesn’t betray it, bless him.
“A bunch of us are going out to McMahon’s to celebrate today being over,” Kevin says, jerking one thumb over his shoulder. “You two are welcome if you want to come.”
“Thanks, but I think I’m going to call it a night,” I say, heart still pounding so hard I’m afraid my intern can hear it from across my office.
“I was just about to walk her out,” Eli says over his shoulder.
“Cool,” Kevin says, nodding. “See you Monday!”
Then he’s gone. Eli’s laughing silently, his arms crossed over his beautiful torso. I roll my eyes at him and flip him off. He grabs my wrist and pulls me upright again.
“Okay, I care about the open door a little,” he teases. “Come on, I’ll walk you out.”
I shift my hips against him. A muscle in his jaw ticks, like he’s trying to control himself.
“And then?” I ask, my hands lightly against his stomach.
“Well, since I live with my mother, my brother, and my niece, I think our options are the back of my Bronco or your place, Violet,” he says.
His hands are on my ass again, pulling me in. Desire slices into me like a hot knife.
“Your choice,” Eli says, grinning.* * *I paw through my underwear drawer, mercilessly shoving aside bras I haven’t worn in months, panties I didn’t know I still had, and a few stray pairs of tights that aren’t with my winter things yet.
Please be in here, I think. And please be unexpired.
I shove some more. My fingers find lace, and I frown, pulling something out.
It’s a black lace bra. Basically see-through, dainty and alluring and sexy.
I stare down at it, wondering when I bought it and how long I’ve had it, because God knows I haven’t had a reason to wear black lace in quite a while.
Should I put it on? Is this a black lace bra kind of tryst, or —
Then there’s the sound of heavy tires crunching on gravel. My heart stops, then speeds up. I cram the bra back in the drawer and shove my hand to the very back, elbow-deep in unmentionables.
A Bronco door slams. My stomach twists.
Last chance to make a good decision.
I almost laugh out loud at the hilarious joke I just told myself as my fingers finally brush against foil. I yank two condoms out in victory, just as footsteps come up my front steps.
I throw them on the bed, slam the drawer shut, wonder what the hell I’m doing one last time, and leave my bedroom.
Eli’s standing on the other side of my screen door, fist raised to knock.
“That wasn’t ten minutes,” I say.
“Nope,” he says, and opens the screen door, stepping inside.
It hasn’t shut when he kisses me.
He kisses me so hard it nearly lifts me off the floor, the kiss vibrating through my whole body. I manage to swipe at the front door behind him and swing it shut.
Then I’m up against it, just like that. His mouth is still on mine and my hands are fisted in his shirt, then under it. He grabs my ass again and hoists me, still pressed against my front door, my legs going around his hips.
“Did you really think I was going to wait ten whole minutes?” he says, his mouth still half on mine.
He shifts his hips, pressing me harder against the door, the thick ridge of his cock slipping over my clit. Even though there’s God knows how many layers of fabric between us, it sends a thrill of pleasure through my body.
“I didn’t want anyone to know we were leaving together,” I murmur.
His lips work their way along my jaw, to my ear. He’s got one hand in my hair, the other on my side. My legs tighten around him of their own accord.
“You think anyone would naturally assume that because we left at the same time, we were driving to your place to fuck?” he says, his lips brushing against my ear.