Page 158 of Handsome Devil
“This is good for the agency, Devi. And anything that is good for the agency should be good for you, if it means to you what you say it does. Maybe you put aside your ego for a moment and think about what this means for the agency, and the people who work there with you.”
She didn’t look at me.
“This office is more prestigious,” I said. “And it’s more secure.”
“Yeah. I got that.”
“Devi.”
She looked at me, annoyed. But then she sighed. “What are you waiting for me to say? Thank you?” She bristled, but then forced herself to say the words. “Thank you, okay?”
And I realized, she was happy.
That was why she was annoyed. She didn’t like letting it show. But she was happy.
It was obvious that she truly loved the agency. I assumed she’d do whatever she felt was best for the agency, including accepting this office. It was a strange feeling, though, standing here and knowing something I’d done had made her happy.
Nothing I’d ever done had made her happy before.
Kind of felt… good. Like, really good.
And I wondered, had I ever loved anything that much? The way she loved the agency?
I could practically feel her heart racing next to me as she stroked her fingers idly over the surface of the desk, maybe picturing the agency moving in. And my dick stirred.
I turned and strolled back out to reception, and made sure that glass door was locked. Then I wandered back into the room where Devi was still standing over the desk, gazing out the window beyond.
I walked right up behind her. Close enough to smell her hair. To smellher. That perfume she always wore; vaguely sweet and spicy.
I’d smelled it on my shirt all night after I made her come on my face at the restaurant.
I hadn’t even touched her again since then. Not sexually, anyway.
Her ground rules.
I put my hands on her thighs, over her dress, and started gathering the fabric in my fingers.
“What are you doing?” she said, but she didn’t move.
“I’m having sex with my wife in her new office.”
She looked at me over her shoulder as I pressed against her a bit—letting her know with my now-hard cock that I was ready and willing to fuck her against this desk. If she’d let me.
“My office?”
“Uh-huh. Your office.”
This caught her off guard, for sure.
“What about Lizzie?” she asked, as my hand found its way under her dress. I hooked my fingers into her panties.
“Lizzie? No. I’ve never fantasized about bending Lizzie over and fucking her against a desk.”
She shivered a little as I yanked her panties down. She wasn’t stopping me, though.
“I meant…” she said breathily, “doesn’t she get the big office?”
“Why? The agency is yours in a few months anyway. Might as well get used to it.”
