Oh god. Linc has a glint in his eye. That same one I thought I saw this morning on the train. I didn’t recognize it then, but there’s no denying now what it is. Pure, unadulterated lust. As if he wants to spread me across the table like I’m what he wants to eat for lunch.

I gasp, my thighs quivering at the mere thought of him between my legs.

“Yeah,” he murmurs, his voice pitched low, “you should just take my word for it, Jules. That would be the smart thing to do.”

My throat feels tight, and I struggle to swallow against the nerves that are rising up.

Another step closer.

“You’re a smart woman,” he says, his eyes locked on mine. “You know what you need to do.”

I’m so confused. It’s like he’s warning me off. Telling me that this—whatever this is—is a bad idea. That it would be smart to not go there. But at the same time, he’s coming ever closer, his eyes dark with desire. For me.

And there is no way in hell I can walk away from that.

He stops inches from me, his breath coming nearly as fast and sharp as mine.

“Linc,” I whisper, my eyes wide.

He reaches up, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. Brushing his knuckles across my jaw.

I sigh, my eyes fluttering shut, my body both relaxing into his touch and sparking with dangerous, delicious awareness.

“Fuck, Jules,” he bites out, cupping my cheek in his palm, his thumb tracing my lips.

I suck in a sharp breath, and suddenly my heart is hammering in my chest. Desire flooding my body. Blood rushing through my veins in a race to my center.

“This is a bad idea,” he says, though he doesn’t step away or let go of me.

My eyes open, searching his. “It’s a terrible idea,” I manage to say.

“The worst,” he agrees.

“Then why does it sound so good?”

A slow, dangerous smile spreads across his face. “Because even though it’s bad, it would be so, so good.”

I practically whimper, my knees feeling wobbly.

Linc runs a finger down my chest, skimming over my breasts to my side, where he runs his hand around to my back, tracing lazy circles as he stares into my face. Watching. Measuring. Then he drops his hand lower, hovering lightly over my hips as he leans into me, pressing himself against me.

I can’t help it. I moan at the hard pressure of his cock straining against my belly. “Linc, what are we doing?”

“I don’t know. I just know I can’t think past the need to taste you right now.”

I melt. My body pliant as he tangles his other hand in my hair and angles my head up toward his. His mouth is only a breath away. We’re sharing the same air.

And I can’t fight it. This is what I’ve wanted for so long. Now that it’s happening there’s no resisting. Even though it will surely end badly.

It doesn’t matter, though. I tip my head up higher, my eyes clear, showing him that I want this too.

I can feel the hesitation. The tension winding him tight as he swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing, indecision creeping into his eyes.

We stay suspending in the moment for what feels like eternity.

Then he mutters, “Fuck it,” and lowers his lips to mine.

A soft, testing brush. So light it’s like a flutter. Then another, firmer, surer.

My lips part on a sigh, so unbelievably content and so desperately needy at the same time, and he dips in, his tongue barely teasing mine.

Linc pulls back, his eyes searching. Waiting for me to tell him no. But if that’s what he’s waiting for, he’s going to be waiting forever. Because there is no way I’ll tell him to stop.

He seems to see this, because the next thing I know, he’s kissing me with a desperation that matches my own. As if he’s wanted this as long as I have. I don’t know how that’s possible, but that’s how it feels.

“Jules,” he groans against my mouth. “So sweet. Need more of you.”

Yes.

He sucks my bottom lip into his mouth, gently at first, then tugging on it with a slow pull that’s echoed in my body all the way down to my pussy. A warm, delicious pull that has me clinging to him.

Never breaking the kiss, he runs the hand that’s digging into my hip down further until his fingers graze the hem of my skirt. My breath catches as he pulls it up, inch by tortuously slow inch. His fingertips graze my thigh as he climbs higher, and electricity rockets through my body as if I’ve been struck by lightning.

I shudder against him, and he holds me closer, wrapping me up in himself. So close I don’t ever want to be anywhere but here.

He leans me back against the conference table, and my fingers dig into the wood for support, afraid I’ll fall over from the dizziness that sweeps over me when he brushes his fingers across the damp lace of my panties.

“Oh god.”

Linc pulls back just enough to study my face, a brow lifted in questions. I nod quickly, urging him to go on.

My teeth clamp down on my lip as he pushes the scrap of fabric aside and runs his fingers through my folds. My whole body quakes.

“Feel good, Jules, baby?” His eyes are soft, watching as he whispers the sweet endearment I tried to ignore earlier.

“So good, Linc.”

Mischief flashes in his eyes, in his quick smirk. “Told you it would be so bad it was good.”

My breath comes in pants as his fingers work higher, teasing my clit, edging me closer to pure bliss.

“Want to watch you cum,” he says, voice gritty.

“Please.” It comes out like my life depends on it, and when he slides his fingers into my wet heat, my head falls back from the sheer ecstasy of having him inside me.

Oh my god. Linc has his fingers inside me. It’s better than I imagined. And I’ve imagined it plenty.

“Look at me,” he says. “Keep your eyes on me. I want to see your eyes when you cum.”

In what has to be the most intensely erotic moment of my life, I simply stare into his eyes while his fingers plunge into my depths over and over. I’m so close. All it takes is the flick of his thumb over my clit and I’m hurtling into an abyss of pleasure. My hips surge forward, and he drives deeper, his magic fingers never stopping as I cum hard. My walls clamp and clench, drenching his hand as I pulse around him.

The entire time he watches my face, raw hunger all over his.

When I drift down from the clouds he sent me soaring to, I slump down, my body heavy and limp, and he catches me in his arms, pulling me to his chest and kissing the top of my head.

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long, Jules.”

His words take me by surprise, but then he’s straightening my clothes, running his hand through my hair. With another quick kiss, he stands up and gives me a cocky smirk that is nothing but sexy.

“Best lunch break ever.”

I shake my head to clear it, trying to process what’s happening. I do the only thing I can think of. I sit down and have lunch with my boss, just like I do every day of the week.

Now what?