I was out of my mind. My entire life was about control. Was about knowing what I was doing and how I was doing it. I didn’t act on impulse. I wasn’t reckless.

Until now. That goddamn moan had been the last straw. I could have walked away from the tight suit, from the bunched up skirt, from the open shirt, from the black bra. But that little moan that Libby had made when my fingers brushed against her unbelievably soft skin – that had done me in.

And the moment I kissed her, I knew I was truly, and completely, out of my element. This was lust like I had never felt. Desire like I’d never experienced. I never wanted it to end.

Libby’s lips were soft, immediately opening for me. With my hands tangled in her wild hair, I thrust my tongue in her mouth and she responded in kind, her arms wrapping around my neck. Her breasts were pressed against my chest, and I could feel her nipples – taut and tempting. My tongue tangled with hers, the kiss wet and deep and unending. She moaned against my mouth, and whatever last bit of control I’d had, broke.

Unable to help myself, one of my hands skated down her back, cupping her gorgeous ass and pulling her up hard against me. All of her curves were plastered against my body, and still it wasn’t enough. Leaning forward, I lowered her down onto the couch, grateful that it was as wide as it was. It wasn’t as comfortable as my king sized bed down the hall, but there was no way in hell I was going to wait that long to touch her.

Her tight skirt kept her knees pressed together, so I slid one hand down to her thigh. As I inched her skirt upward, her hands clutched at my shoulders. I stilled until she wiggled beneath me, arching against my hips, urging me on.

God, she was so hot. I kissed her, lost in the taste of her, in the way she kept moaning, the sound vibrating through me. I shoved her skirt to her waist, freeing her legs, which she immediately wrapped around my hips.

Fuck. The feel of her softness against my hard cock was so intense that I lost myself in it for a moment, the sweet thrust of her hips meeting mine the only thing I was aware of. Her skin was like satin as I dragged my hand down her thigh, bringing her leg up higher against my side, changing the angle. She gasped against my mouth, her fingers clutching my shirt so tightly that I thought it might rip. I didn’t care. She could tear the damn thing off of me. As long as I could do the same with her clothes.

My palm couldn’t get enough of her soft skin, traveling upwards again, seeking out whatever was beneath that skirt of hers, needing to remove any other barriers between us. Beneath the tightly bunched fabric I found a tiny slip of satin. I groaned as my fingers brushed against her wetness.

I pulled back.

Libby lay on the sofa beneath me, her mouth red and swollen, her face flushed and her eyes glassy with lust. Her chest was heaving with each breath she took, the remaining buttons on her shirt straining against her magnificent cleavage. I wanted to keep kissing her, but I wanted to taste her even more.

Watching her face, I hooked my finger around her thong and pulled it aside. Her eyes widened, but so did her legs, opening for me even more. She gasped as I teased my thumb along her clit, her teeth biting down into her bottom lip. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.

Sliding down her body, I unbuttoned her shirt and pressed kisses against any bare skin I uncovered along the way. Her neck, her breasts, her stomach. When I got lower, she lifted up her hips to help me push the skirt up and out of the way, baring herself to me.

“Oh my god,” Libby’s words came out breathy as I put my mouth on her.

I licked her, her taste intoxicating. Her hands fisted in my hair, holding me to her as if there was any possible chance of me pulling away. Sliding my hands under her fantastic ass, I tilted her hips so I could go deeper, my tongue thrusting inside of her.

She cried out, the sounds of pleasure urging me on as I teased her with my mouth, my tongue, my teeth. I loved how she seemed to come undone with each touch, panting as she arched against me. Dragging my tongue over her clit, I sucked it into my mouth. I couldn’t get enough.

She was close. I could tell by the way her hands tightened in my hair, how her back curved up off the sofa. Just as she reached the edge, I slid a finger inside of her and she shattered. As she shuddered beneath my hands, I stroked her softly, easing her down from her orgasm.

My cock throbbed, and I wanted nothing more than to unzip my pants, roll on a condom and bury myself inside her hot, tight wetness. But with Libby’s release came the return of my sanity. I was doing this all wrong – completely backwards. If I was going to get involved with an employee – and my libido had clearly made that decision for me – I was going to do it right.

Carefully I smoothed Libby’s skirt back down. She blinked up at me, her lips red and glossy, her face soft with satisfaction.

“Hi,” she practically purred, sitting up on her elbows.

“Hi,” I managed, my eyes taking all of her in.

God she was beautiful. It took literally every ounce of restraint I had in my body to keep from kissing her again. Because I knew if I kissed her, we would be going further than was appropriate. At this point. I needed to regroup – regain control of my senses and my cock.

Then Libby yawned. She covered her mouth quickly and let out a giggle.

“Sorry,” she said.

“Don’t be,” I got to my feet and pulled her along with me. “It’s late.”

She yawned again. “I feel terrible,” she glanced down at my crotch, where my cock was still standing at attention. Her cheeks got red, which only endeared her to me more. And made me want to fix this. To do it properly.

And that meant taking a step back. For now.

“Why don’t I call you a cab?” I asked, hoping I didn’t sound too much like an asshole.

Her eyes widened a little bit, but she quickly recovered, putting a smile on her face.

“Don’t worry about it,” she said brightly. Too brightly.

Dammit. I had sounded like an asshole. And before I could explain myself, she was already buttoning her shirt and smoothing down her skirt, her face a mask of forced indifference.

“I should go,” she told me, slipping her shoes on.

I hadn’t even realized they had come off. It had probably happened when my attention was otherwise occupied. I ran a hand through my hair realizing that I was royally fucking this up. But she had already grabbed her coat and purse.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” she told me, and then she was gone.