I spent the rest of the morning in a state of distracted anticipation, unable to focus on anything for more than five minutes without my mind wandering back to Jack. When lunch rolled around, I practically ran out of the building, needing fresh air and distance to clear my head.
Fat lot of good that did. I spent my entire lunch break daydreaming about what “to be continued” might mean.
When I returned to my desk, another yellow post-it waited for me. My pulse leapt as I picked it up.
Go to the bathroom. Take off your bra. Meet me at the elevators.
Holy fucking shit. Heat flooded my body, making my thighs clench. This was... bold. Reckless. Absolutely inappropriate for the workplace. And so fucking hot I was already melting. And heading toward the bathroom before I’d consciously decided to comply.
Inside a stall, I hastily unbuttoned my shirt with trembling fingers, unhooked my bra, and slipped it into my purse. As I redid the buttons, I caught sight of my reflection in the small mirror on the back of the stall door. My cheeks were flushed, my pupils dilated, and without the support of my bra, the outline of my hardened nipples was visible through the silk of my green blouse.
I looked exactly like what I was. A woman on the edge of doing something crazy.
I approached the elevators on wobbly legs. Jack was already there, looking impossibly cool and collected, hands in his pockets as he watched the numbers change above the doors. The only sign that he was affected at all was the slight darkening of his eyes when they flicked to my chest.
The elevator arrived with a soft ping, the doors sliding open to reveal an empty car. We stepped inside together and the moment the doors closed, Jack pulled his phone from his pocket, tapped the screen a few times, and the elevator jerked to a sudden halt. The lights flickered, then went out completely, replaced by the dim red glow of the emergency light.
My breath caught. “What did you just do?”
Jack’s smile was pure sin. “Tapped into the building’s electronic system. We have three minutes before it automatically reboots.”
“Three minutes?” I breathed, my heart hammering against my ribs. “That’s not very long.”
His hands came up to frame my face. “I can do a lot in three minutes.”
His mouth claimed mine with an urgency that left me gasping. This was raw need, primal and demanding. His tongue swept into my mouth, tasting, taking, as his body pressed mine against the elevator wall.
I clutched at his shoulders, already dizzy with desire. His hands slid down my neck, my collarbone, until they reached the buttons of my blouse. He broke the kiss just long enough to look into my eyes, silently asking permission.
I nodded breathlessly, and with deft fingers, he unbuttoned my blouse, slowly revealing inch after inch of bare skin. When he reached the last button, he pushed the fabric aside, his eyes darkening at the sight.
“Fucking beautiful,” he whispered, reverence coloring his tone. “Even better than I imagined.”
His hands cupped my breasts, thumbs brushing over my nipples in feather-light touches that made me arch into his palms.
“Please,” I gasped.
He lowered his head, taking one nipple into his mouth, sucking gently before grazing it with his teeth. The sensation shot straight to my core, and I bit my lip to keep from crying out. I was so lost in the sensation, I barely registered his free hand sliding up my thigh, pushing my skirt higher until his fingers found the damp cotton of my panties.
“Already so wet for me,” he murmured against my skin, his voice rough with need.
His fingers pushed the fabric aside and I gasped as he circled my clit, applying just the right pressure to make my knees buckle. Only his body pinning me to the wall kept me upright as he slipped one finger inside me, then another.
“Jack,” I panted, clutching at his shoulders as he increased the pace. “Oh god, Jack.”
“That’s it,” he encouraged, his breath hot against my breast. “Let go, Mia. We don’t have much time.”
The reminder of our ticking clock only heightened the urgency. His thumb pressed against my clit as his fingers worked inside me, and I felt the familiar tension building, coiling tighter and tighter until I thought I might shatter.
“Come for me,” Jack commanded, his voice low and urgent. “Now, Mia.”
As if my body was attuned to his voice alone, I broke apart, waves of pleasure crashing over me as I cried out, not caring who might hear. Jack captured my lips, swallowing my moans as his fingers worked me through each aftershock.
Just as I started to come down from the high, the elevator jerked, and the main lights flickered back on. Jack withdrew his hand and quickly helped me straighten my clothes, buttoning my blouse with remarkable efficiency. By the time the elevator started again, we were standing a respectable distance apart, though my flushed cheeks and his darkened eyes would have given us away to anyone paying attention.
“That,” I said when I could finally speak, “was not what I expected when I came to work today.”
Jack’s lips quirked into that almost-smile that made my heart flip. “Happy Friday.”
