Page 22 of Not Safe for Work
It seemed he was thinking of doing so right now, just to get Hartford’s attention. His hand went to his tie and she thought: Maybe, maybe. But then he flicked his gaze back to her, and his hand dropped. Delight curled the corner of his mouth, and she knew he would wait.
Clearly, he wanted to see her strip first.
“You do things at my pace, or not at all, Ms. Elliot,” Hartford said.
And in response she nodded shakily. She tried not to grin, even though it was straining at her face. He wanted to play this seriously—to keep his rules while abandoning them at the same time.
She could do that. She had dreamed of doing that.
“I understand, sir,” she said.
“Now, put that blouse back on.”
“Of course, sir.”
“And pull it together.”
“Absolutely, sir. What would you like now?” she asked.
But he seemed to take a long time to answer. He was fighting himself, she could see.
And she was right.
“I can’t,” he said. “I just can’t,” he suddenly burst out, as if the enormous ramifications of this were starting to hit him. He wasn’t just embarking on a sexual relationship with one woman, which would have been difficult enough on its own, no, he was doing this with two people, one of whom still worked with him. It was obviously going to be hard for him.
But that was okay. That was fine.
Abel knew how to make it easy. “Then let me,” he said, stepping toward her.
Of course she tried to keep quiet, so as not to disturb Hartford any further, but the second Abel brought his arm around her and slipped a hand inside her blouse, she lost that restraint. A moan pushed past her lips, thick and oh-so-lewd sounding. It was the sort of noise people made when they were on the verge of orgasm—though in fairness, it sort of felt like she was.
Her clit was heavy and swollen and her panties were already soaked through. When she looked down, she could see her own nipples poking through her blouse. Abel barely had to touch one stiff point through her bra to send a shock of pleasure through her, and when he pushed inside and plucked at it . . .
She practically writhed against him.
The sound she made doubled down on the previous moan. It was filthy, in a way she had never thought she could be—and clearly Hartford thought the same. His gaze seemed to darken, as it typically did when someone had done something wrong. The fist resting on his thigh tightened. In a second he would probably protest again, and then this whole experiment would grind to a halt.
Or so she thought.
“Make her do that again.”
She almost jumped out of her skin. Partly because she hadn’t expected him to speak again, but mostly because of the words themselves. They were hungry, those words. They held nothing back, as if he’d reached some breaking point inside himself and now couldn’t do anything but continue. He liked hearing her moan. He liked it so much that he had to ask for more.
And she gave it to him.
Abel didn’t have to do another thing.
She just poured out more sounds of excitement and arousal. More moans, more sighs, and finally and most daringly: her own words. “Oh, yes, it feels so good,” she said, then had the pleasure of seeing Hartford’s eyes flutter closed. Just for a moment. Just for the smallest second before he regained his composure.
But a second was enough to spur her on.
It was enough to spur Abel on.
He unfastened the front clasp of her bra and parted the material to reveal her soft, round breasts and her tight little nipples. And the moment he did—the moment Hartford laid eyes on her—his resolve slipped again. Now he sank back into his chair as if the sight rocked him. The hand he had been clenching loosened. It spread over his thigh, not quite squeezing or stroking there.
But not quite not, either.
A little more of this and he was definitely going to give in completely. She was sure of it. And Abel definitely felt the same way. He moved a little faster now, a little more urgently, divesting her of the rest of her blouse and bra and following up with her skirt. Then once she stood there in just her panties and stockings and shoes, he made her do something very wicked indeed.
