Damage Control

“How would I know that call was personal?”

“It was. You can’t touch me like you just did at Jessica’s desk here at work. Derek’s assistant just looked at me like I’m a slut.”

I barely get the words out before I’m pressed to the door I just entered. “You mean, don’t touch you like this?” He pulls my dress up to my waist.

“What are you doing?” I demand, grabbing his arms.

“We aren’t at Jessica’s desk anymore,” he says, cupping my sex. “We’re behind closed doors.”

I press my hand to his chest. “This can’t—”

His finger slips under the lace of my pink panties. “Are you sure about that?” He strokes over the seam of my body that is instantly wet, sending a shiver of pure pleasure through me.

“This is so not right,” I say, but I can’t seem to ask him to stop. He yanks down my panties and tears them off of me. “Damn it,” I gasp. “I loved those.”

He shoves them in his pocket. “I’ll buy you another pair,” he promises, and already his fingers are back between my thighs, stroking, caressing, and I stop fighting the pleasure—as if I could anyway. A tight knot is already forming in my sex, spiraling to a peak way too fast.

My head rests on the wooden surface behind me, and he leans close, his breath warm on my neck, his free hand at my waist. “I only wish I could get to your nipples so I could lick them like I did last night.”

Every part of me feels those words and in combination with his fingers, I am panting out, “Oh God. Oh … I’m going to.…” And I do. I come so hard and so fast that it shakes my entire body and I end up leaning forward, gripping his arms.

When I finally blink back to the present, his sexy mouth is curved, and his fingers slide from inside me, and he brings them to his mouth and licks them. “Now, that’s a memory to get me through the day.” He reaches down and pulls my dress down over my hips. “You may go to work now, Ms. Stevens.”

He actually begins to step away and I have no idea what comes over me, but it’s both fierce and daring. I grab his lapels. “Not so fast, Mr. Brandon.” He arches a brow and says, “My turn or yours, depending on how you look at it.” I start to lower myself to the ground, dragging my hands down his body as I do, and once I’m on the floor, my palms flatten on either side of his zipper.

“What are you doing, woman?”

“I’m pretty sure you know what I’m doing, Mr. Brandon.” I stroke over his zipper, and he is harder, but not as hard as I plan to make him before I’m done.

“Emily,” he breathes out, his voice a soft rasp, his expression darker now, but that too, can, and will, be even darker.

I kiss him through his pants and then unhook his belt. “This looks too tight.”

“You don’t—”

“Have to?” I ask, dealing with his button and then unzipping him. “If I had to, I wouldn’t want to. But I do want to.” I push aside his clothes, freeing him, and his cock juts forward. I wrap my palm around him, stroking down the length and I am aroused all over again. “Why haven’t I done this before? You’re just so overwhelmingly dominant, I never get the chance, but I’m going to change that.” I lean down and lick the salty sweetness pooling at the tip. His intercom buzzes.

“Shane—” Jessica calls out, and he says, “Not now, Jessica,” in a deep command that not even she would ignore.

The room goes silent. “I wish we had more time,” I say, “but I’ll make it fast.” I draw him into my mouth, just the head at first, sucking it, and then swirling my tongue around it.

His hand comes down on my head, encouraging me, and my gaze lifts to his, and the dark passion and desire etched in his stare does all kinds of wonderful things to my body. I want him, but more so I want to be the woman who makes him look like that over and over and over again. I draw him deeper, watching him as I slowly take him inch by inch, pleasure sliding over his handsome face.

My lashes lower, my lips touching my fingers where they hold him, and he is not small. He is long and thick, and he pulses in my mouth, another thing I like. I like it a lot. I drag my mouth up and down him, my tongue in action, my grip at the base of his cock tightening. His breathing is heavier now, his grip just a little tighter. I begin a pumping action, using my hand and my mouth, and gradually getting faster. His hips begin to move with me, and I reach around him, cupping his amazing backside. It seems to arouse him, a soft sound escaping his lips, and it’s a powerful feeling to make a man like Shane Brandon want like I sense he wants. I suck harder, grip harder, lick faster.

“Emily,” he pants, his grip softening, urgency in his voice. “Emily, stop or—”

I don’t consider stopping or slowing down. I hold on. I pleasure him. I take his pleasure and it is mere moments before his grip tightens again and he is shaking, shuddering, and the salty taste of his release touches my tongue. Now I slow, becoming gentle as his body seems to ease into that sated aftermath he’d given me first. When I am certain he is through, I slide my mouth away from him and stand up, scooting my dress into place.

He quickly adjusts himself, looking at me with this kind of stunned appreciation that I pretty much love. “Now, you can go back to work, Mr. Brandon,” I say, turning to the door, but right when I would open it, his hand comes down on the surface above my head.