Chapter 36
Lexie
This wasn't me.And yet here I was, practically begging Cole Henster to take me over his desk.
But I hadn't been fibbing about wanting such a thing.
Ihadthought about it a time or two.
Or a million.
Oh sure, I'd always managed to push those thoughts aside, to shove them deep into the recesses of my mind where they would never, ever see the light of day.
But that was then. And this was now.
Now I was sprawled over his lap, savoring one of the best – and quickest – orgasms I'd ever had. It was like the guy had read my mind, touching me exactly where I wanted,howI wanted,whenI wanted.
And yet, I still wasn't satisfied, not completely. It made no sense. Here I was, so high on Cole that I felt like I was floating, drifting upward like a helium balloon with no string. But like a total junky, I still wanted more.
I wantedhim.
And Iknewhe wanted me. Even now, I could feel the proof of his excitement surging against my backside.
I was still breathless and dizzy when I turned my head to look at him. "Just so you know, it doesn'thaveto be the desk. I mean, I've thought about other things, too."
He looked intrigued. "Oh, yeah? Like what?"
I turned to look at his visitor's couch – the one I'd already sat on several times when I'd been his assistant. "Well, there's your couch."
It would be the logical choice. And yet, it wasn't my first choice. Cole had been starring in my fantasies for longer than I cared to admit. In a lot of those fantasies, I'd been bent over his desk, wearing a short skirt, high heels, and no panties.
Today, I was definitely dressed for the part. True, my skirt wasn'tobscenelyshort, but it was short enough. My panties were skimpy and easily removed. And, as for my shoes, the heels weren't terribly high, but they weren't flat either.
By some miracle, I was still wearing them. Come to think of it, they were the same festive red shoes I'd worn during my ill-advised walk to the restaurant, the night when Cole and I had argued.
But I didn't want to think about that now. All I wanted was to make all of those fantasies become reality. It made sense in a crazy mixed-up sort of way. If I didn't act now, I'd probably never again have the chance –orthe nerve.
I was still eyeing the couch, but I was thinking of the desk.And Cole.
I was on his lapandin his lair. My pulse quickened as I turned back to stare into his eyes. He looked so sexy that I couldn't stop the confession that tumbled from my lips. "But the desk thing – it reallyhasbeen on my mind."
He quirked a single eyebrow. "Youarea hussy."
At this, I actually giggled. Okay, yes, in the back of my mind, I vaguely realized that this wasn't what I'd come here for. But I felt reckless and giddy – so giddy that I scampered off his lap and stood, facing his desk.
With a saucy look over my shoulder, I nudged down my panties and bent over the glossy wooden surface. I kept my gaze firmly on his as I reached back and gave my skirt a playful little flip. It didn't stay up, but itdidgive him a quick peek at my bare backside.
I had never been like this – so eager and wanton.
But there was something about Cole – something solid and just a little bit dangerous. Maybe hewasa monster. Maybe he'd put a monstrous spell on me, the kind where good girls lost their heads – or worse – their hearts.
But that wasn't going to happen. This was merely a one-time thing – an itch that needed to be scratched, a Christmas present that needed to be opened, a final cookie on the plate left out for Santa.
The point was, this would be a fleeting pleasure, something to be savored for a single night. And surely Cole felt the same way. I mean, it's not like he had true feelings for me.
He couldn’t, not after what I'd learned from Harper.
Even so, there was something in Cole's eyes as he stood and moved closer. He was still fully dressed in his suit and tie, looking like the impeccable–and yes, impossible–boss I'd come to know all those months ago.
