“How you choose to end your date is entirely up to you. For some it’s easy to go home and try to have a different kind of happy ending. For others it takes time, and there’s nothing wrong with taking the time you need, no matter what anyone says to you. It’s just a first date. Keep it light, keep it simple, keep it fun.”

—Tips for a good first date, Heartmakers.com

Chance and I spend more time than we should making out in front of the building. I never thought I’d be one of those people who make out on the street, but now that I’m doing it, I’m wondering why the hell I’ve never done it before because it’s fantastic.

And as soon as the elevator doors close, his hands are on me again. This time the kisses are deeper, more insistent, and his hands are roaming to parts of my body that he probably shouldn’t be touching in public. “Chance,” I say, managing to speak against his lips. “Not being a secret is one thing. Getting caught having sex with you in the elevator is another.”

He chuckles softly, and his hand strokes up my leg and under my skirt, teasing the line of my underwear. “I’m the CEO. I can do what I like. Besides, there’s not nearly enough time for us to have sex.” Slipping his fingers into my panties, he makes contact with my clit, and then he’s pressing one finger into my pussy, and then two. My gasp is silenced by his kiss and that hunger that rose at lunch is back in full force. There may not be enough time for us to have sex in here, but we’re going to if he doesn’t stop.

His fingers curl, and they brush against my G-spot. My body jerks with the force of the sensation, and I’m soaking his hand because he’s making me so fucking wet. I reach out, and I can feel that he’s hard through his pants. God, he’s so huge. I’m not sure how it’s not going to show. I grip him through the material and he growls against my lips, biting softly. It makes me laugh and I’m pulling him closer to me when we stop.

The elevator dings, and the doors start to open, and by the time they do, Chance isn’t touching me anymore. He smiles at me, nods, and walks out of the elevator as if we were doing nothing more than having a pleasant conversation.

Are you kidding? The words are screaming in my head as I exit the elevator, but I can’t exactly scream it at him in the hallway. He turns and smirks at me when he reaches his office, and I give him a glare that will melt him, because now he’s turned me on and I’m not going to be able to get any work done. I’ll be thinking about how things should have ended in the elevator. Damn it.

I sit down at my desk and there’s already a message from him on the screen. I can practically see the damnable little smirk on his face as I read it.

You said you didn’t want to get caught.

I groan internally. I did say that, but I also didn’t mean that I wanted him to turn me on and then not follow through. I click on his message to respond and I can’t think of anything to say. Damn it. Why is it that I’m only clever when I’m writing a blog post? Speaking of, I flip to the document I started this morning and quickly add a section about carefully and cautiously trying to fool around in public. Because damn. Those couple of minutes were hot, even if I’m not going to admit that to him.

When I’m done adding that section to the article, I open up Chance’s message again.

I don’t like being aroused and on edge either.

The next message come back quickly.

There’s an easy way to change that.

My pussy clenches at the thought. But I want him to say it first.

Oh? How?

There’s a pause for a couple of minutes and I’m left hanging, imagining the different ways he could respond. Does he want us to go back to the roof? Does he want to take the rest of the day off? Get back in the elevator?

Come to my office and find out.

Oh God. A second later a smiley face comes through. I can almost see the sparkle in his eyes that’s asking me to come play. I glance at the article, and it’s mostly done. It won’t take me long to add on an ending, and I can still have it finished by the end of the day.

I take a deep breath and leave my office. It’s crazy to me—even though I wrote about my dating life online and managed to make it funny and engaging, I never really took these kinds of risks. I didn’t dare to have sex on a roof just because I could or think about having sex in an office when someone’s secretary is sitting right outside.

The path from my office to Chance’s office is familiar now, and Marcy looks up when I appear. “Mr. Montgomery asked to see me,” I say.

She gives me a tight smile and waves me into his office. I don’t bother knocking. Chance is waiting just inside the door, so close I’m startled. He pushes the door shut and I’m up against it, pinned between his body and the cool wood of the door.

“I didn’t say that I was coming,” I whisper. “How did you know? You could have scared the shit out of someone standing right there.”

“I thought the odds were in my favor,” he says just as softly as he reaches behind me and locks the door with a quiet click. His hand is on my leg again, and then his fingers are back inside me and he’s smiling. “I think this is about where we left off,” he says roughly. “But if I’m not mistaken, Ms. McLean, you’re wetter than I left you.”

“No shit,” I say, a little breathlessly. “You can’t just turn a girl on and then walk away like that.”

“Are you calling me a tease?” He puts on a mockingly horrified face.

“Absolutely.”

He pulls away and I groan at the loss of contact. “Well then,” he pulls me over to his desk, “allow me to prove to you that I’m not a tease. He lifts me onto the desk, and his hands are under my skirt again, pulling my panties down and off, lifting my skirt around my hips.

Chance sinks to his knees in front of me, and my eyes widen. “Are you—”

And then I can’t speak because his mouth is on me and all the words are sucked out of me. I’ve never never had a man voluntarily go down on me. Only as a grudging and quick reciprocation for a blow job, and it was rarely that enjoyable. Chance licks into me like my pussy is his last meal on earth and it’s his favorite thing.

The way his tongue is curling inside my opening, spinning up to circle my clit and back has me gasping. My fingers find his hair and I hold on, pulling him closer to me. Sealing his mouth over me, Chance sucks my clit deep into his mouth, and only the fact that we’re in his office keeps from screaming. His teeth brush across me and I shiver as he moves again, fucking me with his tongue.

I’m panting now, and I don’t know how long I’ll be able to hold on because he’s so good at this, just like he promised yesterday. Damn him, there’s nothing that he’s not good at. He sets up a rhythm, licking into me and on me and every circuit he makes drags me closer to that inevitable and delicious fall into pleasure.

Chance pushes a finger into me, curling it in that same way he did in the elevator, and with his mouth on my clit, I’m so damn close. Sweet and unbearable pressure is building in my core, and my thighs are shaking from the effort of holding onto pleasure, of trying to make it last as long as humanly possible. But he sucks my clit between his lips again and it’s over.

I bite my lip to keep quiet, but I’m still loud in the quiet of his office. The pleasure breaks over me like a crashing wave, and I dig my fingers deeper into his hair, holding him against me as he licks through my climax. I flood his mouth, and he drinks me in, reveling in it like a man dying of thirst. He doesn’t stop, even when I’m spent and gasping, his tongue making me jump with each new contact now that I’m so sensitive.

“Fuck,” I finally say into the silence, and he laughs. The vibrations of his voice are almost enough to make me come again. They’re definitely enough to make me wet again.

“Am I still a tease?”

“No. Not a tease,” I say as he stands. “But I definitely have an idea for a new article.”

Chance raises an eyebrow while he casually unbuttons my shirt, fingers teasing and stroking the skin that he reveals. “If you were thinking about writing articles while my mouth was on you, I didn’t do a good enough job.”

I laugh loudly, and it almost echoes. “Trust me when I say that that was amazing. But there’s definitely an article, aimed at everyone, revolving around oral sex.”

“Oh?” he says, as he undoes the last button and opens my shirt all the way and proceeds to tug on my nipples through the lace of my bra. “Tell me.”

“It will say that everyone should be giving everyone oral sex because it makes their partner happy, not out of obligation or reciprocation. That, just then, was the first time I’ve had a man do that first, or volunteer.”

Chance’s eyebrows shoot into his hairline. “Really?”

“Really,” I say, hopping off the desk, “But I think more guys should be willing to do that. Because it makes us girls more willing to do something naughty.” I watch his eyes darken as I kneel down in front of him, watch the way his breathing speeds up as I open his belt. “Something like this.”

I free his cock, and as big as it is, it’s that much more so when I’m this close. There’s no way I’ll be able to take all of him in my mouth, but I’m going to give in my best shot. No matter what, I know that I’m also very good at this, and I have no doubt that I’ll make him come.

He’s already hard and getting harder underneath my fingers, the tip of him glistening with anticipation. I’ve yet to see Chance speechless, and yet he’s staring at me like he doesn’t know what to say. Like he’s awed by me.

He groans at the first touch of my tongue, closing his eyes and bracing himself against the desk. I take advantage, using my tongue as much as I can. I tease him in that sensitive spot under the tip, and I lick along his length and back.

I’ve always enjoyed this. I love the focus it takes to bring pleasure to another person, and with Chance it seems deeper. Larger. I like the feeling of him under my tongue, the duality of hard and soft, the way he jumps when I do something unexpected. I use my tongue at the base of his shaft, teasing his balls and the underside of his cock before working my way back to the tip. Locking eyes with him, I take the head into my mouth and suck. He’s so big, that already he’s filling my mouth, but I take more of him anyway.

A guttural moan comes from Chance, and it spurs me on. I dive onto his cock as far as I can take it. Circling the rest of him with my hands, I stroke him in sync with my mouth so he feels like I’m taking all of him. His hands land in my hair, so I know I must be doing something right.

Chance’s breath is short now, quick gulps of air like he’s fighting his own arousal and making it last. I hum with him in my mouth. I know the vibrations will feel good, and I do it again as I swirl my tongue around the head of his cock.

“Caroline,” he says, and his voice is rough.

I don’t stop. I know he’s close, and he’s going to finish. His hands tighten in my hair, and I take him faster, using my mouth on him like he’s fucking me. I push further, taking as much of him as I can, holding him deep. Sucking back to the tip, he gasps again. “Caroline. I’m going to—”

I feel him try to pull away, to stop me from taking him all the way. I glare up at him, and instead take him deeper, holding him there, stroking him with my hands, and satisfaction rolls through me as he swears, coming. He spills into my mouth, hot and strong, and I swallow as he comes. I want all of him just like he drank all of me.

He looks even more spent than I was, holding the desk for support as I let him go, swallowing the last of him. The look of awe is still on his face. It’s my turn to smirk at him.

The intercom on his phone crackles, and Marcy’s voice is loud and harsh in the silence. “Mr. Montgomery, Emily is here to see you.”

“Shit,” I say, standing up and trying to get the buttons fastened on my shirt.

Chance reaches across the desk. “One minute, Marcy.” He puts himself away and runs a hand through his hair. I do too, after I manage to get my shirt closed. Fuck. Where is my underwear? I glance on the floor but I don’t see it, and it’s not on the desk—

“Emily, come in.”

She enters, and freezes when she sees me. “Oh, hello. This is perfect, actually. Mr. Montgomery, we want to get some pictures of Caroline to run with the new article tomorrow. We wanted to run wardrobe by you? We can shoot in the morning and have them in plenty of time to run.”

My jaw drops. A photo shoot? “Do we have to?” I ask. “I really don’t photograph well.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” Emily says, giving me a smile that’s overly sweet, and I can’t tell if she’s actually happy or she’s picked up on Chance and me and is jealous. “Jeffrey is the best. He’ll make you look good.”

“If you can stomach it, Caroline,” Chance says, “photos really help with things like this. If people see who’s giving the advice, it feels more like it’s coming from a friend than from stranger on the internet. It helps drive up the traffic on the site.”

I swallow. “Okay, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Emily hands Chance a folder and he glances through it before handing it to me. “They all look fine to me, but I think Caroline gets final approval.”

Looking through the photographs, there are five different outfits, all adorable and perfectly styled. If I could look this good all the time, I don’t think I’d have a problem being photographed. “These are beautiful,” I say. “Did you put them together?”

Emily nods. “I did.”

I hand the folder back to her. “I need you to style me every day because you’ve got fantastic taste.”

“Thank you.” Suddenly there’s a slight blush on her cheeks. “When you come in the morning we’ll get you set up. The photo studio is a couple floors down.”

“Perfect.”

As soon as she leaves the room, I turn to Chance. “That’s what I was afraid of in the elevator.”

He grins. “We didn’t get caught.”

“But almost!”

“Almost,” he says, pulling me closer, “is just fine with me.” He kisses me, and it’s hard to remember that I’m supposed to be mad, or frustrated…or something.

When we break apart and I can suddenly think again, it hits me. “Where is my underwear?”

He gives me an innocent look. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“You have them, don’t you?” I ask, but I’m laughing.

“I suppose you’ll just have to come see me at the end of the day to see if I’ve found them in this enormous office.”

I give him a look that tells him I know what he’s doing, but I’m fine with it. “Fine,” I say. “I guess I’ll see you at the end of business.”

“Looking forward to it.”