Page 5 of Not Safe for Work
“I can’t imagine him ever feeling that much emotion.”
“He did. He does. He would, the second you let that jacket slide off your shoulders.”
“Like this?” she asked, then somehow she was doing just that.
In fact, she couldn’t seem to get it off fast enough.
Seconds later it was a crumpled heap on the floor.
And five seconds after that she was facing him again, breathless.
“Yes, yes, exactly like that. Exactly so,” he said, his voice low and slow.
Her own voice was too quick when she answered him.
“And what else? What else would make him look like that?”
“He likes shirts buttoned all the way up, doesn’t he?”
“He does. Even when it’s as hot as it is now.”
“So perhaps you should undo one or two.”
She went even faster this time.
The shirt was open at the throat before he’d finished speaking.
And somehow she wasn’t stopping there.
“Maybe more than two,” she said, as she started on the third one down.
Then thrilled to see his eyes flash bright. That tongue licked over his upper lip again a second before he responded. “Then just let your shirt open a little, when you lean over to hand him a report.”
“Maybe flash some of my silk bra and the swell of my cleavage?”
“Like you’re doing for me now, Ms. Elliot? Yes, yes, I can almost hear the faint intake of his breath the moment he notices. I can see the reddening of his cheeks, and the tightening of his jaw.”
“Do you really think it would? Did it tighten for you?”
“Oh yes. Oh definitely, yes,” he said, his voice almost a sigh.
Or a moan. God, had he just moaned at the memory?
She didn’t know. But she wanted to find out.
“And after that? More must have come after that,” she urged him.
“He told me I was getting sloppy. Insubordinate. That he would have to address the issue. One more infraction, he said, and he would need to show me who was boss.”
“Oh god. And did you? Did you make one more mistake?”
“I wanted to. Just like you want to now.”
“I do. It’s all I can think about. It’s eating me alive.”
“Then let me help you. Tell me how you want to transgress next.”
She considered saying something tamer to that. Something that would keep all of this aboveboard and almost innocent. There was still time to do so, after all. Still time to be the rigid, rule-following person she had always thought she was. But then his eyes trailed over her face, so slow she knew he had to be savoring every inch. His breath ghosted against her lips, hot and tantalizingly unsteady.
