Monday morning, Frankie juggled her coffee, backpack, and sweater as she searched her pockets for the office keys. She felt the edge of one key and started to pull them out when her books and coffee started sliding from her arm.

“Shit, shit, shit.” She tried to catch them, but only managed the books. The coffee hit the ground bottom first. One would think that would have been enough to save it, but no. Instead, it fountained up, spraying her entire left side with her morning elixir. “God fucking damn it.”

Closing her eyes, she leaned forward until her forehead hit the glass of her office door. She needed to call building services to have them come wipe down the hall, but what she really, really needed was the coffee that now coated the floor and walls of the hallway. She heard the squeak of shoes against the polished tile and looked up. An undergrad student who’d done some coursework in the lab was walking toward her, head down as she texted.

“Leah! Stop!”

Her short afro bobbed as she looked up. “What?” Frankie watched as Leah’s eyes focused and she stepped to the side of the hall. “Hey, Frankie. What happened?”

“Fumble fingers. I didn’t want you to slip. Can you give me a sec and watch the hall for anyone else while I stick my stuff in my office? I’ve got some napkins in there.”

“Sure.”

She opened the door and dumped her books and bag on the visitor chair. Her little cube was down at the end, and she pulled open the drawer where she kept various lunch supplies. The napkins wouldn’t do much, but maybe enough so no one would slip.

When she got back to the hall, Leah was talking with someone and pointing in her direction. Rafe. Fuck. Knots forming in her stomach, and fighting the urge to close her eyes and barricade herself in the office, she bent down and began cleaning up what she could. “Thanks, Leah. I’ve got it from here.”

“This guy says he’s looking for you. Are you going to be okay with him?”

Frankie smiled at the younger woman’s concern. “I will be. I’ll email you when I hear about the short course.”

“Great. Thanks, Frankie.”

Leah continued on and turned the corner. Frankie went back to cleaning the floor. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Rafe crouch down next to her.

“I didn’t realize you did floors.”

She whipped her head up and glared at him. “I don’t want anyone slipping.”

He reached over and picked up the now-empty cup. “Want to go out for a replacement?”

“No. I need to call building services and then get to work.”

She grabbed the cup, but he didn’t let go of it. His eyes were hard as he looked into hers. “You didn’t let me know you’d gotten home safely.”

“Why do you care?”

His jaw firmed as he gripped her upper arm with his free hand. Unable to resist the power he used, she stood up with him. “Call building services. I’ll be back in twenty minutes and we’re going to hash this out once and for all.”

He let go and yanked the cup from her hand, taking it with him. She watched as he stalked down the hall to the stairwell. It wasn’t until he had disappeared from view that the spell capturing her attention broke. She let out a harsh breath and went back into the office.

Building services assured her they’d send someone up in ten minutes, and she went down the hallway to the bathroom to clean herself up as best she could.

When she finished, she saw that building services had been as good as their word and a wet floor sign was now up outside her office, all evidence of the coffee disaster gone. She went back in and found Rafe sitting at her desk, a coffee cup on the desk and another in his hands.

He stared at her as she shut the door. None of her office mates were due in that morning, so, as she leaned back against the door, she flipped the lock.

“What are you doing here?”

He lifted the cup to his lips and sipped. Was he ignoring her question or trying to draw the moment out?

She could play that game, too.

She walked over to her desk, her body inches from his, and picked up the second cup. Thanks to the sticker on the side, she saw that he’d managed to copy her original order. The thoughtfulness of the act in spite of his very apparent anger over her identity didn’t escape her.

She sipped and enjoyed the rush as the caffeine hit her system. He stared up at her, still not speaking. She came from good Italian Catholic stock, and no one wielded the silent treatment the way her Nonna did. Utilizing one of Nonna’s more feared tricks, she kept her eyes on him, one brow raised as she drank her coffee. A silent Nonna was a deadly Nonna.

He finally tossed his empty cup into the bin under her desk and leaned back in her chair, his hands cupping his head. She could have told him it was a losing proposition as there were no comfortable positions other than being hunched over a keyboard. However, she saw his gorgeous abs outlined below his T-shirt. The hem rode up a bit and showed off some skin above the waistband of his jeans.

If he thought he was decomposing her with the action, he was dead wrong. She put the cup to her lips and let her head fall back as she drained what was left of the coffee. Following his lead, she threw the cup away. Then, she swung her leg around his and straddled his hips.

With a gasp, his hands went for her hips as she ground herself down on him. His cock stirred and was soon a hard rod. She stroked her center up and down, watching his eyelids close halfway.

“What are you doing?”

His voice was husky, and she bent her nose to where his neck met his chest. Darting her tongue out, she licked. Salt coated her tongue, as if sweat had dried there. She lightly bit him and felt his cock jump.

“You came into my space and tried to control the situation. I’m putting you in your place.”

His hand rubbed her ass, squeezing in time with his hips lifting up against her. “Where’s that?”

Instead of immediately answering, she indulged her senses and pulled the neckline of his shirt down. Underneath the light scent of salt, she could smell the same orange spice scent from Friday. Probably his shower wash. Her teeth scraped his skin as she sought the edge of his chest hair. Her other hand reached between them and she rubbed her thumb along the valley of soft skin delineating his hip bone and stomach.

“Frankie…”

“What?”

“Where do you want me?”

She swallowed her smile as she rewarded him with a particularly hard grind. He groaned. “Do you have a condom?”

“Yes.”

Her brows rose. “Do you have one because you always carry one with you?”

“No.”

She lifted her chest up so she was fully seated on his cock. Two pairs of jeans and underwear separated them, but the pressure was exactly what she needed. She rolled her hips and his eyes closed all the way. With her feet planted on the floor, she had enough stabilization to continue the motion without having to rest her hands on him.

“Where did you get the condom from?”

Even with her clarifying what she was asking, he took a moment to reply. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed before answering. “Bathroom dispenser.”

“Why did you get a condom from the bathroom?”

She circled her hips and she felt the twitch in his cock. Her pussy responded, wanting him to invade.

“I’m going to fuck you.”

“Who says?”

His eyes opened and they stared straight into hers. “You.”

She cocked a brow at him. “Why should I?”

He lifted his hips up, and her pussy clenched. “I can feel how wet you are even through the jeans. You wouldn’t be doing this if you weren’t going to fuck me.”

Relaxing her knees, she let her weight pin him back to the chair. “I could be cockteasing you.”

Even as she said it, power coursed through her. She had him at her mercy and it was delicious. She wanted more.

He moved his hands from her hips and began undoing her jeans. She didn’t bother to stop him. “If you were a cocktease, you would have left me high and dry on Friday. You want me as much as I want you.”

Unable to deny the charge, especially once he got his hand in her panties and coated in her juices, she rocked against him. Other than positioning his fingers, he didn’t do anything further, letting her direct the action. She undulated her hips, dragging her center across the rough skin of his fingers. Soon, both their chests were heaving as they tried to draw in air. He crooked his fingers into her, and the resulting pressure on her clit had her coming.

She bit her lip to keep her moans to herself, but pumped hard onto him. The muscles in her legs were still twitching minutes later as she pushed up.

“Frankie?”

She shed her jeans and panties and pointed to him. “Get that cock out and condom on now.”

He didn’t say anything else, only pulled the packet from his front pocket and did as she commanded.

Once he was sheathed, she moved back onto him and sank down on his cock until he was fully buried in her. They both groaned.

He moved his hands beneath her shirt and pushed it up until her breasts were exposed. He shoved the cups of her bra down and latched his lips to one nipple. She pushed up with her feet until his cock had nearly left her body and then slammed back down on to him. His hands gripped her hips to the point of pain. She’d have bruises later.

As she moved up again, he let her go, and then met her halfway, jamming into her. With his lips pulling on her nipples and his cock fucking her like a maniac, she was soon coming again, if she had ever stopped. He rode her through the orgasm, never letting up.

“Yes. Fuck me. Fuck me hard.”

She felt the edge of his teeth against her nipple as he growled. The rhythm couldn’t last long and she soon felt him pulsing into her as she was on the verge of a third peak. She whined, needing the rush. He must have understood as he moved one hand to her clit and furiously rubbed until she whimpered in release.

Weak from pleasure, she collapsed against him. Her inner muscles twitched a few minutes later as he pulled out. “No.”

He bent his head and kissed her neck where it was exposed to him. “We need to talk.”

She couldn’t do anything but nod. “Not here. My apartment.”

“Where is it?”

“About a ten-minute walk away.”

“I think we can keep our hands to ourselves long enough.”

She began to laugh and the movement had her pussy clenching again as a tremor racked her. “Oh, God.”

His cock bobbed against her, still semi-hard. He still needed to take care of the condom.

She found the strength to push away and stand. Briefly. She had to lean against her desk as her knees weren’t fully capable of holding her weight.

She waved her hand at where his cock was still signaling its interest. “Go take care of that and we’ll head over to my apartment.”

“Any roommates we have to worry about?”

“No.”

The heat in his eyes burned her. “Good.”