She had no idea how irresistible she appeared to him when she put on her serious face, stuck her nose in the air, and tried to put him in his place.
"I mean it, Serge. Call your thug off." She glared. "I don't need a bodyguard."
"I need to make sure you don't walk into the homeless camp again playing Mother Teresa to every sad story you hear."
She gasped. "Sad story? It was a child. A sick child."
"Come here," he said.
"No." She looked away from him. "I'm perfectly safe while at work. All my employees are men who can watch out for me and each other. There's no reason to have someone watching the building. What if he scares off someone who needs shelter?"
"He won't because he lives on the street." He clasped his hands behind his head and stretched back farther in the chair. "Get over here."
"You infuriate me," she mumbled, stomping around to the other side of his desk.
"Sit on the desk. I haven't seen you all day." He moved his feet to the side.
She wore a long skirt with a half shirt. A casual look worn with sneakers and her hair up in a bun.
Aubrey put her hands on his desk and jumped up, landing with a soft plop. "Please, let me do my job without making me feel like a prisoner."
"Hitch your skirt up and widen your knees," he said.
Her gaze went to the corner of the room, but she spread her legs. He dropped his feet to the floor and swiveled his chair until she was in reach. "Antonio is taking care of what is mine. You are mine."
He slid his hand along the inside of her thigh. With no hesitation, he shoved her panties to the side, and his finger entered her hard. She gasped, and her hands went back to brace herself on the desk.
"Now, you can either stay with me every day or you can deal with Antonio hanging around." Without taking his finger out of her, his thumb found her clit. "Antonio has instructions only to follow you if you leave the building and call me. He's not going to interrupt your work."
"I don't think it's necessary to—oh, God." She briefly closed her eyes as his middle finger joined the first inside her.
Damn she was tight. And wet. And fucking sexy.
"I do think. You're important to me, and I won't put your life at risk." He wanted to fuck her on the desk, but with a meeting in ten minutes, enjoying Aubrey would have to wait. "Remember what I told you. No one is allowed to touch you but me."
She panted, lost in the pleasure he brought her. He rolled his chair forward and leaned between her legs. He pushed against her thighs with his arms and eased his fingers out of her. She moaned a protest that was quickly replaced with anoh-God-yeswhen his lips sealed around her clit.
The enlarged bud peeked out of the hood, and he swiped his tongue over her. Her womanly scent sent his blood surging through him, leaving him lightheaded. He could spend all day between her legs and never tire or become accustomed to the heady high she gave him.
Her legs trembled against his head. He hooked his arm around her hips, holding her in place. His attention was directed to the very part of her that'd bring her release faster than she could control. He stroked, caressed, nibbled. Finally, she stiffened, her thighs clamping down on him. He exhaled a sigh, lapping up the added wetness between her legs.
When her tremors slowed, he eased away and rolled his chair back. He stood and entered the attached bathroom, washed, and returned to the office with a wet paper towel.
Aubrey stood next to the desk, her dress back in place. Color dotted her cheeks, and her gaze trailed him under eyelids that went half-mast. He approached and kissed her, wishing they were home, and he could share how addicting her flavor was to him. But he had a meeting and his cock, which demanded attention, needed a distraction.
"Are we straight? You won't try to get past Antonio?" He adjusted the crotch of his pants.
"Fine," she whispered, quickly wiping herself before throwing away the used paper in the wastebasket. "I don't like it, but I'll deal with it because you have a nice way of changing my mind." She kissed him. "Very nice."
He chuckled. "I need to get to a meeting across the street. I'll walk you out."
"Okay." She glanced down, and a soft breath escaped her lips at the state of his arousal. "Can I...?"
"No." He put his hand on her lower back and led her to the door. "Tonight, you can take care of me."
She waited until they were in the elevator. "I'm going to be late."
He frowned, wondering why she'd say such a thing, and noticed the way her eyes danced. "Then you'll be in trouble."
