When he heard footsteps outside of the construction trailer, Jasper stopped staring at his phone. He’d been distracted for hours, ever since the call came. He’d made some bad choices in his life. Now he worried he’d have to re-live the worst one.
The door opened without a knock or a warning. Jasper expected an end-of-the-day visit from the construction manager. He’d had a meeting with the property owners about a last-minute change that could increase Jasper’s workload.
But Annie walked in, wearing a gray suit that might look all business on anyone else, but screamed sex on her. The slit up the side and slim-fitting off-white silky shirt had his gaze roaming.
“Hello, there.” Her sly smile suggested she knew what her long legs did to him.
And that voice, all deep and hot, had him squirming in his chair.
Seeing her, watching her walk across the room to stand on the other side of the desk, drained the frustration right out of him. The tension tightening across his shoulders eased as a different kind of revving started deep inside him.
He clasped his hands together to keep from reaching for her. “This is a surprise.”
“You sounded a bit tightly wound on the phone earlier.” She dropped her bag next to his desk and slipped around to his side. “I thought I’d stop by and unwind you.”
So hot.
“And how, exactly, do you intend to do that?” He pushed his chair back from the desk. Not far, but enough for her to squeeze in there, which he hoped she’d do. “Tell me slowly and use as many dirty words as possible. Maybe try it without any clothes on.”
She made a clicking sound with her tongue. “You are a filthy boy.”
“When it comes to you? Yes.”
“Good.” She hiked up her thin gray skirt. Lifted it high up on her thighs and straddled his thighs. Her ass balanced against the desk. Her body waited right there in front of him, so close. Ready to be touched.
It took all his willpower not to grab her and bring her down on his lap. And he would have, but he wanted her to be in charge. He loved when she took the lead.
Especially since he noticed she must have unbuttoned her shirt as she walked around the office. The material gaped and the lacy edge of her light-blue bra peeked out.
“You said you’d be late tonight.” She winked at him. “That’s why I rushed over.”
He’d been lost in thought when they talked earlier. He wasn’t sure what he’d said, but she knew that her visiting his office, dropping to her knees, and sucking him off was a recurring fantasy of his.
“I have to work.” He silently cursed the owners and their “just one more idea” requests. They didn’t seem to understand the concept that architectural plans needed pre-approval.
“Are you sure?” She opened her legs just a bit more, until her skirt pulled tight across her thighs. “Maybe you could take a short break.”
Her voice, the smell of her, her closeness. If this went on much longer, he’d come before he got his zipper down. “Convince me.”
She planted her hands on the armrests of his chair and leaned in, letting her hair fall over her shoulder and brush against his cheek. He breathed in her scent and snuck a quick look down the opening of her shirt. He had to fight the urge to run his tongue over the tops of her breasts.
Her lips skimmed over his on the way to his ear. Her mouth hovered there. “Put your hands on me.”
Sweet Jesus. His fingers flexed on her waist.
“Show me what you want,” he said.
She took his hand, slipping her fingers through his, and brushed his palm over her thigh, then under her skirt. She kept guiding him. When he touched bare skin, a wave of heat crashed over him. His finger skimmed over her…and into her.
“Yes,” she said on a sharp breath.
“Did you lock the door?”
“I had to.”
He got lost in the feel of her, the smell of her. “What?”
“So I could do this.” She pulled back, only slightly but enough for his hand to slide back to her thigh.
The tight space didn’t allow for much movement, so he edged his seat back as she dropped to her knees. Seeing her sitting there, with her face flushed and her blouse hanging open, had his breath stuttering in his throat.
She rubbed her hands up and down his thighs. “I’m hoping this will convince you to come home to me as soon as you can.”
Before he could say anything, she started undoing his belt and opening the button at the top of his black pants. When she leaned in and kissed him, rubbed her cheek against the erection pressing against the material, his ass lifted off the chair. Anything to get closer to her.
She used her teeth to outline his growing bulge. She caressed him with her hand and her mouth.
“Damn, Annie.”
The tick of his zipper echoed through the room. “Tell me what you want.”
He gripped the armrest with one hand and the back of her head with the other. “Swallow me.”
She slipped the band of his briefs down and licked across his tip. For long torturous seconds she tongued him. Swirled over him, up and down him. Then she took his cock in her mouth. Pumped with her hand while she sucked.
“Yes.” His hand slipped into her hair as he leaned back in the chair and watched her.
Those cheeks puffed out as a small moan escaped her. When she tightened her grip and tugged harder as her mouth caressed him, his control stumbled.
His hips lifted and the tension inside him built. The air rattled in his lungs. His hold on her hair eased, but he cupped her face with both palms now, guiding her. Easing her up and down until she took him balls deep. His body pulsed with need.
“Annie, I’m coming.”
She made a humming noise, never breaking rhythm.
A twinge settled in the base of his neck but he refused to lean it back. He needed to watch her. But when he started to come, his eyelids dropped and body let go. He pumped into her, filling her mouth as he tangled his fingers deeper into her hair.
The orgasm seemed to last forever. When he finished, he fell back into his chair. His chest ached from holding back all the sounds he wanted to make. Blinking, he opened his eyes again and focused on the bare white ceiling. He was about to sit up straight when her face appeared above him.
She stood, straddling his leg. “You still with me, stud?”
The flirty tone made him smile. “You should visit more often.”
Her hands slipped down to the bottom of her skirt. Instead of pushing it down, she pulled it up even higher. “That depends on what you can do for me now.”
Energy flowed through him. He shoved his chair back as his knees hit the floor. “Let me show you.”