Misadventures with the Boss

“You,” he said simply. “You’re trying to be cool and collected when I know what you really want.”

“And what is it that I want?”

“Honestly?” He ran a hand over his square jaw as he let his gaze trail over me again. “Well, first of all, you want me to hide underneath this tablecloth and lick you until you make a scene.”

I squeezed my thighs together to quell the surge of need that rose in me at the very thought.

“And then?”

“Then you want me to take you up to one of these fancy rooms and fuck you hard and deep until you scream.”

That was about right, but hell if I was going to admit it.

I ran my index finger down the front of my blouse and popped the top button open with a flick of my fingers, baring a few inches of creamy skin. Jackson went suddenly quiet, his gaze locked on my hand.

“Thing is, boss man…you want that too, don’t you?”

I popped another button, feeling like a fucking Amazon warrior high with power.

“So we can sit here talking all day, or we can go upstairs and do what we’ve both been wanting to do since we walked in. Your call.”

I managed to take another sip of wine without spilling a drop, despite my trembling hands.

“What’s it gonna be?” I asked, eyeing him like he was my last meal on death row.

“I’m going to pay the check,” he managed through gritted teeth. He nodded toward the approaching waiter. Quickly glancing at the bill, he dropped some money into the leather billfold and then turned his attention back to me.

“Enjoying your drink?” he asked.

“I can barely taste it,” I answered honestly. All I could think about was how his lips would taste on mine. What he was going to do to me when we were finally alone. How he would satisfy the needy ache between my thighs.

“Well, if you don’t think you can enjoy the rest, it’s better that we don’t waste our time. What do you think?”

Swallowing hard, I nodded and then allowed him to take my hand and lead me across the room and back into the hotel lobby.

Rather than stopping for a room key, though, he led me into the elevators.

I frowned. “What are we doing?” I asked.

“You said this was supposed to happen on your lunch hour. So I’m giving you a choice.” The elevator swung into action, but just as quickly he pressed the emergency stop. “I happen to know that the video cameras in these elevators don’t work.”

My breath caught in my throat. “So what’s my choice?” I forced myself to ask.

His smile widened. “Whether you want to grip one of the handles or get on your knees.”

He lifted an eyebrow, eyes blazing, looking every bit like the devil himself out to make a deal.

I was sure he’d made the offer just for the shock value, to make me squirm and blush. But he’d freed a whole new side of me, and I wasn’t about to pass up an opportunity like this.

“Why not have both?” I replied.

Then, taking another step toward him, I sank to my knees and unzipped his fly while he unbuckled his belt with a groan of approval. My hands were still shaking, but as he lowered his pants and boxers and his thick, hard length sprang out, I wetted my lips.

He was perfection. Long and thick and straight. I’d never felt more sexy, more free. And I was determined to show him exactly how much that meant to me.

I bent low and pulled his throbbing cock into my mouth, my heart hammering.

How was I going to go back to the way my life was before? How was I going to give this—give him—up?

His fingers slid into my hair, and those thoughts melted away under the heat that sizzled between us.

This wasn’t a time to worry. It was a time to live and embrace this window of pure joy. And I wasn’t going to waste a second of it.

Chapter Twelve

Jackson

Hardly anyone came into the office on Saturday.

It was always an option, of course—including overtime pay. But on a sunny May afternoon like this? I could hardly expect to find people sitting in their gray cubicles, staring at their computer screens and clacking away on their keyboards.

In fact, if it hadn’t been for the upcoming merger, I might have been out on the town too, enjoying the sunshine…or, better yet, watching it pour in through Piper’s bedroom window. If there was a window in her bedroom.

Over the past week, our arrangement had been working well. We met during lunch breaks or after work, but I’d never been over to her place, and I was starting to get curious. I knew that she walked to work, so she couldn’t have lived too far off, but that was as much as I knew. And, if I was being honest with myself, as much as I knew about her.

From the three times we’d been together since Monday in the elevator, I was learning how to make her back arch into me and how to get her cheeks to turn that pretty rosy color I loved. But other than her hyper-organization and the few items on her schedule I was able to view?

Piper Daniels was as much a mystery to me as the pyramids.

And for some strange reason, it was beginning to piss me off.

Tapping my fingers along the edge of my desk, I picked up the receiver, dialed the number I’d already memorized, and waited as it rang, and rang, and rang again. There was a click followed by a cool, robotic voice instructing me to leave a message.

Frowning, I hung up.

Where would Piper be on a Saturday morning in a city full of people she didn’t know? And why the fuck hadn’t she brought her cell phone? Or was she just screening my calls? The thought made me frown.

It was too early to go to a bar or a club. Maybe out for brunch? Or a run in the park? Did she like to sit on the edge of the pond and look at fish? Or maybe the library?

Did she even like to read?

Letting out a snarl of frustration, I dialed her number again and waited as it went to voice mail again. Apparently, wherever she was, she was too busy to take my call.

Unless she was at home and sleeping in…

If that was the case, then I knew exactly what to do.

It only took me five minutes to pull up her employee information form. I quickly entered her address into my phone and started the route there. After stashing the few bits and pieces I’d been working on, I headed out to the parking garage to my car, cursing myself the whole way.

This was ridiculous. She wasn’t some southern belle I was wooing to become my bride or something. But now that it was lodged in my mind…the thought of bringing her breakfast in bed and climbing in beside her?

I couldn’t shake it.

When I finally got onto the street, I made a pit stop at the little bakery at the corner and got a dozen assorted pastries before following the route again. It was no wonder she walked to work. Her place wasn’t far off, though the neighborhood was hardly one I’d ever visited in my free time. It was filled with apartments and little shops, but if you didn’t call the place home, you’d have no reason to visit here.

She was new to the city, I knew that much, but I’d never thought to ask where she’d come from. Or why she’d come here at all.

Totally the norm for me, but I realized now with a start how strange it was and how much I suddenly wanted to know the answers to those unasked questions.

When I reached the squat, brick building, I passed a man in a uniform leaning against the entryway pillars and smoking something that did not smell like a cigarette. Nodding to him, I stepped into the building and glanced around for a place to have her ring me up. Only there wasn’t one. Instead, there was just a set of elevators and two stairwell doors flanking an empty mailroom and desk. Blinking, I let myself into the elevator and leaned back against the rail.