“Not the floor.” Cal reached out, his hand landing on her chest. His tanned fingers plucked open two of her shirt buttons.
Monica froze to the spot, helpless to stop him. She was not having sex in her office. But the very thought of it caused thrills of excitement to skitter throughout her body. “Up against the wall?”
“Everyone fucks against the wall. Where’s the imagination in that?” He placed a finger at the base of her neck and lazily traced to the third button.
Monica watched its progress and stared in fascination as he flicked open two more, revealing the scalloped, lacy edge of her bra. The tops of Monica’s breasts were bare, pushed up high and firm in the scarlet demi bra. She’d worn it with him in mind.
“Red.” His lips parted, and Cal’s chest expanded as he inhaled.
He was pleased. No, not pleased—aroused. She really needed to wear this color more often.
As Cal stared at her breasts, Monica’s heart pounded. Her panties grew wet. With one sexually charged look, he could draw that kind of response from her, make her body hum with desire. After a full minute, Cal dragged his gaze from her cleavage, up to her face.
Monica’s gaze bounced away. “You said you liked the color.”
“Seeing you in that, it’s better than Christmas.”
She started to laugh, but when Cal used his finger to follow the upper curve of her breast, it turned into a gasp. “I’m not having sex in the break room,” she said as he finished undoing the buttons visible above the waistband of her black skirt. “I’d never be able to eat in there again.” Her voice was a breathless whisper.
“Not the break room.” He used both of his hands to untuck her blouse and then peeled the edges back, revealing more of her pale skin. “The other night in the Mustang, I never got to see you naked. Tonight, I want to see everything.” With the pads of his fingertips, he brushed over the satin smoothness of her bra strap, then followed them downward and cupped her breasts. Her nipples immediately budded beneath his touch.
The suspense was killing her. Not the desk, not the floor, not the wall. “Where?”
“Where what?” Cal continued to lightly stroke her. “You mean where would I fuck you in this office?”
Monica licked her dry lips. “Yes.”
“First, I’d strip every bit of clothing off you.” He pushed her jacket and blouse over her shoulders and down her arms, leaving them hanging from her wrists. He bent down and swiped his tongue across her breast. “And then, I’d grab your ass. Have I mentioned how much I love your ass?” He licked her again.
Was she really doing this? In her office, her professional sanctuary? Yes. Her bad-girl self wanted to come out and play again, and even though it felt dangerous, Monica wanted to walk on that fine edge. With Cal.
Her breasts felt full and achy. Her nipples strained against the red satin. “What would you do next?”
Cal knelt down before her. He slid his hands around to her bottom, where he kneaded her cheeks through the lightweight wool skirt. Gazing up at her, he leaned forward and nipped her naked waist.
He didn’t play nice, and she loved that. Monica sucked in a breath. “Watch it. I bite back.” Her jacket and shirt still dangled from her wrists, constraining her, keeping her from touching Cal—and she really needed to feel him right now. With jerking movements, she pulled at the cuff until she managed to shrug out of the restrictive clothes, dropping them to the floor. Using both hands to capture his head, Monica ran her fingers over his fine, short hair, sifting through the blonder strands.
Cal glanced up. “I look forward to it.”
She was so turned on, she could barely catch her breath. “What would you do next? If I let you fuck me here.”
“Well, next, I’d reach under your skirt.” He let go of her ass to gather the material in his fists, yanking it up, exposing her legs. He stopped and grinned when he saw her thigh highs. “Stockings. Miss Prim, you are full of surprises.”
“You don’t know me as well as you think you do.”
Cal lifted her skirt up past her panties. Satiny red panties. “Perhaps. And I’m amending the naked part. I’d let you leave on the stockings, because they’re sexy as hell.” Compliments from Cal, delivered in that husky voice, turned her into mush every time.
His fingers circled the border of the silky thigh highs. His hands were close, so close to her swollen clit. Just another two or three inches, and he’d be right there. “Touch me, Cal. Please?”
He grinned. “I will. Eventually.” When Cal’s tongue darted across her bare leg, near the top of her stockings, it put his face right in front of the triangle covering her pussy.
“Okay,” Monica said, “I surrender. The floor works. Yay for office sex.” Her knees trembled, and she started to lower herself to the carpet. But Cal held her up.
“No.” That one word locked her knees into place.
“What? I’m on board here. Clear off the credenza or something, and let’s go.” A few minutes ago, it had seemed out of the question. Now she was desperate for him, her body needy and ready for release.
“Who has sex on a credenza?” he asked.
He ran his hands along her outer thighs and wiggled his thumbs past the elastic and underneath her panties. Then he slid his middle finger against her slit. Oh yes. Restless, achy, Monica bit back a moan. Back and forth, his touch so light, so whisper soft, she had to fist his hair, using it as an anchor to keep her upright. Monica’s hips jutted forward.
“Take your skirt off.” Cal’s thumb circled her clit. It was swollen, pulsating, begging for his touch.
Without hesitation, Monica reached around and unzipped the back of her skirt. “That feels amazing. Don’t stop.” But he did. And very gently, Cal removed his hand from her pussy. When Monica groaned at the loss, he let out a small laugh and helped her wiggle out of her skirt until it landed in a heap at her feet. She also toed off the ugly black flats, until she wore nothing but her underwear.
“Now the bra,” he said.
She wasn’t going to hurry this part. He’d been teasing her, now it was his turn. Bowing backward, Monica thrust out her breasts. She grinned when every bit of his attention honed in on her tits. His lips parted slightly, and his green eyes darkened.
“This bra?” she asked. Gliding a finger along the lace-edged cup, she inclined her head to one side. “I don’t know. I’m beginning to wonder if this is a good idea after all. You haven’t told me where we’ll do it.”
Suddenly, Cal’s hands clamped on her hips. “I’ve been remiss, darling. I’ll spell it out in detail. After you’re naked.”
Although heat flooded her pussy, she pretended to think about it. “No, I need the details first.”
Cal’s jaw slid to one side, and his eyes narrowed as he gazed up at her. “All right then, I’m going to spin you around to face that window. You’re going to press your hands against the glass, and I’m going to take you from behind.”
Monica’s eyes fluttered over his face. Cal was serious. She swallowed as she turned to look at the large, unadorned glass. Her office faced an empty parking lot and a darkened medical building.
She swung her head back to face him. “If we get any closer to the window, someone could actually see us. For real.” They’d be open to scrutiny. There may not be anyone in the other building, but she didn’t know that for sure. And if someone were up high enough, they would probably be able to see her right now, standing here in her underwear. Oh God, that shouldn’t make her heart thump in excitement. It shouldn’t make her pussy clench just imagining Cal standing behind her, pounding into her, leaving her exposed, vulnerable. But it did.
“All the windows in the building across the way are dark,” he said. “The chance that anyone will spot us is remote.”
“But possible. No, it’s too risky.” She didn’t sound convincing, even to her own ears.
“You’re shaking, and your knickers are soaking wet. It excites you, doesn’t it, that risk?”