“Oh. I am. Very sorry. In fact, I’ll take you out to lunch.”
I turn my head away, feigning indifference despite the heatstill coursing through my body. “I don’t want to go to lunch with you.”
“Why not?” he chuckles, pressing a kiss against the side of my neck. After all that, he’s getting me worked up once again. My pulse is thrumming, the way his beard grazes my skin, providing a tantalizing sensation that makes me want to arch against him.
One of his hands reaches up and fondles my breast through the thin fabric of my blouse. “We still have half an hour till the lunch break ends. If you don’t want lunch…” His other hand slides below, flicking my throbbing clit. “Do you want to put something else in your mouth?”
My head falls back against his shoulder as he keeps teasing my clit, circling it with maddening precision. “This is very inappropriate. We’re in the office. There are people on the other side of that door.”
“And that seems to make you even more wet,” Ethan smirks. “Dirty, little thing, aren’t you?”
My breath catches, and he slides his finger along my slit, showing me the evidence of my arousal, the glistening wetness coating his digit. “Get under the desk.”
I shouldn’t.
This is the point where I should put my foot down and tell him no.
But I’m moving, sliding down to my knees and taking his hardened shaft in my hands. The way he looks at me, has my lower muscles twitching with renewed desire. Half-masted eyes, amusement and heat glittering in that amber gaze as he watches me take him in my mouth.
His hand smooths my hair back and then grabs a fistful, the slight sting sending another rush of arousal through me, and I know what’s to follow.
It’s going to be a long half hour.
“Where were you at lunch?”
I’m fixing my hair in the washroom when Iris exits out of one of the stalls. “I came looking for you.”
“Sorry.” I give her a small smile while trying to tame my obviously post-sex hair. “I had a meeting with Mr. Wilder.”
Iris grimaces and begins washing her hands. As she’s refreshing her lipstick, she looks at me in the mirror. “I heard from Layla about a possible new hire for my department. She sent me his resume.”
For a moment, I meet her gaze in the mirror, confused, and then it hits me. “Oh, Caleb. Yes.”
“You know him?” Iris turns to face me. “You’ve never hired somebody for my department without running it by me first.”
Her meaning is clear. She doesn’t like me interfering with her people.
“Mr. Wilder sent me his resume,” I tell her with a raised brow and a hint of challenge in my voice. “If I had scouted a new talent, you would have been informed before I made any decision. Anyway, the CEO interviewed him. I was just told about this yesterday. I was hoping to talk to you over lunch today, but then the meeting happened.”
“Oh, yes.” Iris shudders. “Must’ve been awful. The man terrifies me. I swear when he looks at me, I feel like he’s trying to dissect my soul.”
She takes out a brush from her bag and runs it through her hair before glancing at me and holding it out. “You look like you need this more.”
“My hair’s alright,” I protest, but I accept it anyway knowing she’s probably right.
“You must have had a hell of a day for your hair to be such a mess.” Iris shakes her head. “I’ll see you later. When’s the new hire joining?”
“Next week.”
Iris smiles tightly. “Can’t wait.”
I raise a brow. “Did you even take a look at his resume?”
She pauses, and I have my answer. I know she’s been through a lot lately, so I keep my voice gentle. “Go over it. Trust me; he’s a good hire. If I had scouted him myself, I couldn’t have found someone better. And this is someone Ethan trusts.”
Iris lets out a heavy sigh. “Alright. I should have looked at it before jumping down your throat. There’s just—Everything’s a mess these days.”
“What do you mean?” Instantly alert, I study her face with growing concern. “What’s going on?”
