“So why did you really call me in here?” I ask.
He takes my hand and turns me to him, a sultry smile on his lips. Sawyer grips my waist and pulls me against his body, letting me feel how aroused he is. I smile but try to pull away and shake my head.
“Uh-uh,” I tell him, planting my hand on his chest to push him back. “We agreed that we wouldn’t do this on company grounds.”
“Actually, I recall you saying it wasn’t a demand but a suggestion,” he tips me a wink.
I scrunch up my face and consider it for a moment. I guess I did say that.
Sawyer pulls me to him again and leans down, pressing his lips to mine. I part my lips and his tongue slides against mine, sending a shock of erotic energy coursing through my veins. He pulls back, his eyes boring into mine, and gives me that carnal smile I’m coming to know so well.
“Sawyer, we can’t,” I wince at the weakness in my voice. My body is already betraying me. “We’re at work. Anybody could come through that door.”
“Doesn’t that add to the thrill of it all?”
A wolfish smile on his face, Sawyer takes my hand and guides it down to his cock, forcing me to grab hold of his rigid length. I grip him through his slacks, stroking him up and down, my breath coming out in small gasps.
“Berlin, I want you. I need you,” he says softly. “My office door is locked – nobody’s coming in.”
A small squeak passes my lips, and even though my mind is telling me to loosen my grip on his cock, my body rejects the idea. I squeeze him harder. I fumble with his belt, quickly getting it undone, and slide my hand down into his pants. He moans softly as I take hold of his staff, sliding my hand up and down his hard shaft.
“W – we shouldn’t be doing this,” I protest, but even as I do, I melt into him, kissing up his chest and neck.
“But you want to.”
I don’t. But I do. I told myself that I would not let him talk me into this at the office. It’s unprofessional. It’s wrong. I’ve never done anything like this before, and I vowed I never would. But my body is reacting to him and is overriding my brain.
I should have known Sawyer would push that line with me – and I should have known I’d give in. Gabby called it my sexual awakening – something she said is long overdue. I’m not sure what to call it, but it’s making me do things I wouldn’t ordinarily do.
“Don’t you?” he asks softly.
I nod. “Yes.”
“Good girl.”
Sawyer pushes me up against the glass behind me, our mouths crashing together. His tongue is forceful, his kiss passionate, and it takes my breath away. I grip him harder, stroking him up and down, then circle my thumb over the tip of his cock, swirling his precum around the head and making it slick.
Sawyer grabs me by the wrists and puts my arms over my head, pinning them against the glass with one of his large, strong hands. He kisses me hard and slides his hand beneath my skirt. His fingertips trail upward, every inch heightening my anticipation and pleasure. Somehow, he makes the short journey feel like a thousand miles. I try to push against him, try to will his hands closer to my wetness, but he takes his time.
Finally, his fingers softly brush through my now soaked panties. I gasp out loud, cutting a quick glance at the door, praying that nobody comes through it.
Then all of a sudden, he moves fast. He yanks my panties down to the middle of my thighs, then pierces me with two of his fingers. I press my head back against the glass, moaning loudly as he sends his fingers in and out of me. Part of my mind continues to scream that this is wrong, that I shouldn’t be doing this, but another part of my brain tells that voice to shut up. My body is lit up from the inside, and I can’t get enough of this.
I turn my head and cast a look behind me, seeing all that nothing out there, and feel my stomach drop. The sudden sensation of vertigo overwhelms me, and I grab his forearms to steady myself. The only thing standing between me and a long drop and grisly end is this pane of glass. And yet, as Sawyer’s fingers continue moving within me, the erotic thrill surging through me is unlike anything I’ve ever known. I can’t stop myself from gasping his name.
I bite my bottom lip hard, stifling my cries, and trying to maintain control over myself. But it’s no use. Sawyer continues to drive his fingers into me. Adrenaline rushes through me as I glance behind me again, seeing the sheer drop. It terrifies and excites me at the same time, which only serves to send new sensations through my body.
Sawyer plunges his finger into me one last time, and that’s it for me. I tighten up around his fingers as I lean forward and sink my teeth into Sawyer’s shoulder, making him suck in a sharp breath. My body trembles violently as I come, my cries muffled and stuttering against his shoulder. I dig my fingers harder into his arms. My legs grow weak and rubbery. Sawyer flashes me a grin and holds onto me,
