Page 118 of Now and Then

He steps away only long enough to cross my office. The soft click of the lock cuts through the silence. The chatter and laughter from the staff coming back from lunch filters through the wall. When he turns back to me, his pupils are blown wide, his chest rising and falling like he’s wrestling with restraint.

He comes back to me. Slowly. Deliberately. Like he’s stalking prey. “Last chance,” he says, fingers tilting my chin up.

I shake my head. I couldn’t make a sane and logical choice right now even if I tried.

He kneels, and everything blurs.

His mouth.

His hands.

The heat of his body pressing me back, swallowing every moan, unraveling the tension coiled so tight inside me I didn’t realize how much it hurt. My shirt comes off first, eliciting a groan from him.

He tangles his fingers through my hair and kisses the swells of each breast. “I love these.”

I push against him, making room for me to kneel right there on the floor with him. We make quick work removing our clothes, leaving me in nothing but matching white lingerie and him in his briefs and halfway unbuttoned shirt.

“Not on the floor.” He stands, offering a hand to me and helping me to my feet. He turns me around, placing my hands flat on the desk’s surface. Hunter trails a finger down the center of my spine, then runs it underneath the edge of my panties. “Do you know how many times I’ve imagined doing this?”

“Having your way with me in my office?” I look back at him over my shoulder.

He grunts and makes eye contact. “I’ve had a lot of time to imagine what it would be like to have you, so, yes, Sutton, in your office and many, many other places.”

I groan as he hooks his fingers into my panties and lowers them. Swaying my hips side to side, I wiggle them down and kick them to the side. Hunter keeps his thigh between my legs, stopping me from closing them. A sudden jolt of nervous energy pushes against my ribs as he drags a finger through my center. Never in my entire life have I done anything like this.

I glance back at him, gloriously naked standing behind me. He briefly closes his eyes and shakes his head as he rolls on a condom, almost like he’s trying to get himself to focus.

Hunter’s eyes flare as he grips my hip and positions himself at my entrance. He pushes inside. I gasp, falling forward onto my desk. The cold surface bites at my overly sensitive nipples.

There’s a faint thump of the chair against the wall.

My soft gasps and his low groans fill the air.

The world narrows to touch and breath and want and the distant, reckless awareness that someone could walk by at any moment. But we don’t care.

Because right now, it’s just us.

Time slips as we both shatter to pieces.

When we’ve finished, Hunter rests his forehead against mine, both of us breathing hard, his hand cupping my jaw with a deep tenderness, like he can’t reconcile what we just did—in my office no less—with the softness he feels for me.

“Best lunch date ever,” I say through a giggle as I situate my bra and put on my blouse.

“Agreed. Although,” he says as he tucks in his shirt. “This wasn’t the lunch date I intended to have with you.”

I smile as I finish getting dressed and slip my sleek, black boots on. My attempt at smoothing my curls into some semblance of order is in vain, so I twist it back into a bun. “How do I look?” I hold my hands out to the side.

“Like my greatest fantasy come to life.” His big grin makes me burst out laughing. The glint in his eyes makes me want to drag him back home and have more lunch for the rest of the day.

“Be good.” I raise my eyebrows in a dare.

“Admit it,” he says, and steps forward, leaning down to whisper in my ear, “you like it when I’m not.”

Wrapping my arms around his torso, I lean into his steady frame and bury my nose against the slope of his neck. His hands span the width of my back. Our hearts beat in sync.

“Thank you.” I place a gentle kiss against his neck.

“For what?” He pulls away from me.