“I like this chick,” chuckled a husky Southerner. “She ain’t afraid of ol’ Barrett.”
“His bark is worse than his bite,” I quipped, blushing.
Jason cracked a smile as the table hooted in delight again, eyeing me as the fire between us crackled along with the laughter.
* * *
After a marathon meeting stretching well past four, we escorted the men to the lobby for goodbyes, Jason leading the way as I kept my distance. I was hoping to slip back to my desk, the amount of work waiting for me likely astronomical. A quick wave should suffice. They were old friends while I was a literal sit-in.
As soon as my heels hit the tile, he waved me over to assist in goodbyes, the scores of men rowdy with chatter after the lengthy meeting. I took a post at his side, keeping plenty of space between us as I shook their hands, smiling despite inappropriate compliments and surprise hugs. Each squeeze was more unpleasant than the last, and I wished I was quick enough to throw a handshake out before the first landed.
As the last man headed out the door, Jason turned to me. “Can I talk to you for a minute?”
“Sure,” I murmured, clutching my notes to my chest. “I have a few questions to go over.”
And did I ever. My work could wait compared to him throwing a promotion my way on the fly.
I followed him down the long corridor, and as usual, each office door was closed. Ithaca’s management was hard at work or hardly working, though it always seemed to be the latter. It was a wonder the place survived long enough for Jason’s revival.
He glanced over his shoulder as we neared his office, grabbing my wrist and hauling me in before shutting the door and setting the lock.
“Not a good look, Jas-” I began, only to be silenced with his mouth on mine. He claimed me with a fierce hunger. It wasn’t the time or the place, but I couldn’t resist, our passion blazing right alongside the alarm bells in my head. We were seconds away from being exposed, a nosy ear pressed against the door all it would take to destroy us.
“I’ve wanted to do that for almost four fucking hours,” he ground out, stepping back and breaking the spell. He turned on his heel and stalked to his desk, leaving me in a daze. “Are you going to come here or stand there like a statue?” he teased, realizing I wasn’t following him.
I made my way over, extending the notepad toward him.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“Giving you the notes to review?” What the hell did it look like I was doing? Playing checkers? He was the one that just blew my mind with a make-out session in his office. Stupid much? He was earning well over six figures and had a hell of a lot more to lose. Like Dad always said, too much money made people reckless.
He chuckled huskily, glancing over at the window before standing to close the blinds. “That’s better.” My heart pounded as he stalked to the lights, flicking them off. He came up behind me, grabbing my notepad and tossing it to the desk. “Be absolutely silent,” he whispered, hot breath feathering across my ear.
Dad was wrong. Money made people reckless and stupid.
“Ja-” I started, his hand suddenly between my legs, fingers snaking to find my entrance.
“I said silence,” he ordered. He had me bent over in an instant, my hands clutching the aged wood as he hiked my skirt up and pushed my panties to the side, his cock entering in one long stroke.
“Be quiet, and we’ll be fine,” he murmured. He was rock hard and oh-so-sensitive, muscles twitching as he embedded within.
Once acclimated, he slid back and forth, each thrust faster than the last, staking his claim. This differed from the times before, my pleasure on the back burner for whatever he needed. He pounded in, spreading me wide and taking me fast, fingers digging into my flesh with each drive.
There was no time to worry about alerting anyone, my breath hitching as he took me hard and fast. The oh-so-familiar knot was unraveling, the slightest bit of friction in the right spot all it would take.
And there it was. Holy fuck there it was.
He slid a finger between us and took me to paradise, my legs trembling with each wave of orgasm, my teeth clamped down on my lip to keep quiet.
“This feels fucking incredible,” he muttered, grinding against me one last time before exploding.
And like that, I was straightened, my clothes righted, a kiss pressed to my neck. “You’ll get yours later, just wait.” The last time he promised me that, Lee called me out on my cowboy walk the next morning.
I was still reeling when he pushed me down into a chair, buzzing around the room to flip on the lights and unlock the door. “So about Marty’s notes...” he trailed, strolling over to flop in his seat, grabbing my notepad and glancing over it. “Nice... detailed.”
I didn’t say a peep, trying to compose myself before stepping out. He hadn’t used a condom — not that it mattered. I’d been on the pill for years. Still, I needed to–ahem–clean up.
“Are you comfortable handling those lines?” he asked. “I’m sorry that I put you on the spot in there. You seem to have a grasp of the market, and I trust your judgment.”
I had more than a grasp. I had years worth of data and usage charts saved that no one gave a flying fuck about. “Oh no, it’s fine,” I replied. “I know it’ll take a little while to figure out, but I’m confident I can handle it.” Figuring out how to handle lines and my other work was something else entirely, but if it got sales assistant off my resume, I’d run with it.
“That’s good,” he muttered, nodding as he skimmed my notes.
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