Her blue eyes never left my face. “Maybe? No. I don’t know. I guess I figured if I didn’t say anything then I wouldn’t rock the boat with us. Talking to you was the highlight of my day. If I’d told you and you thought it was silly or made jokes about it, it would have crushed me.”
“Ellie, I don’t ever want you to be afraid to tell me something. No matter what, I’m in your corner. Okay?”
“Okay.”
“Let’s sneak out early. Italian food and TV?”
I grinned at her playful gasp. “Leaving before eight? Drew Kingsley, is the world ending?”
“I’ve gone home early plenty of times,” I grumbled good-naturedly.
Her finger slid down my tie, pausing at my waistband. “You forget I have access to your schedule and leaving early for a dentist appointment doesn’t count.”
“Fuck, Ellie,” I whispered when her hand brushed the evidence of just how undone I was. I loved this bold side of her. It was as though revealing her secret unlocked the last of the restraint she had around me. As though she could fully be herself, finally.
She grinned, turned, and strode to the door. With a flick of her wrist, she locked it. “I blocked off the next hour for us to go over the day, but we could always do that at your house tonight. Besides …” She tugged me back to my desk, pushed me down into my chair, then sank to her knees in front of me. “I have to admit that my book has a scene where she visits him at work on his lunch break and I was thinking now might be a good time to see if I have the details right.”
Her upturned eyes, hazy with desire, nearly finished me before she even touched me at all.
She flicked open the button of my pants and slowly eased down my zipper, placing a kiss on the tip as it emerged, still hidden behind the fabric of my boxers. “Ellie,” I groaned. It was half command, half plea.
All I could think about was how beautiful she looked—powerful, flushed, hungry—and how she had no idea the control she had over me.
“Lift your hips,” she demanded.
My breath caught as she freed me.
Her tongue dragged from base to tip, slow, deliberate.
My head thunked back against the leather chair. “Fuck.”
Her lips wrapped around me, hot and wet. I gripped the armrests to keep from thrusting. I wanted her to take what she wanted, at her pace.
“Touch yourself,” I ground out.
Her wicked grin slayed me. “I’m in charge right now.” But her hand slid under her skirt anyway.
The sound she made around my cock when she circled her clit nearly undid me. My thighs trembled, breath tearing out of me in jagged pants. Spreadsheets, meetings, deadlines—none of it could hold against the sight of Ellie falling apart while she sucked me deeper.
When she moaned, her body shuddered with release, and I knew I couldn’t hold back. My hips arched, my voice rough. “Ellie, I’m about to come.”
She sucked harder, eyes locked on mine. My nails dug deeper into the leather of the armrests as I spilled down her throat, her swallow tight and greedy. When she glanced up at me, a drop had escaped her lips. I wiped it with my thumb, but she caught my hand, licking it clean with a satisfied hum.
Holy hell.I was never going to recover from this woman.
“You okay?” I asked, running my hand through her hair.
She placed a kiss on my knee. “Better than okay.”
I pulled her into my lap, kissed her slowly, tasting myself on her lips. “Thank you for that.”
“Anything for research purposes,” she teased, ducking her head into the crook of my neck as I tickled her. “And you,” she amended on a breathy chuckle.
I held her close, rubbing my hand up and down her back, knowing we didn’t have much more time before we had to make ourselves presentable for the rest of our workday.
“Do you think anyone knows?” she whispered.
“I don’t think so,” I reassured her.
