Page 112 of Getting Down to Business

“There’s no way to explain why we’re in here alone with the door braced—which I doubt would even hold if someone pushed on it.”

“Then you’d better be quick about it. Because we’re doing this.”

“We can’t—” She’d opened his pants and grasped him firmly. “God. Okay.” And just like that, he was onboard with this stupid, stupid plan. “How do we do this with the least amount of difficulty?”

“I think pants down, me bent over your desk.”

“Christ.” He had to pull away before he went off from just the thought of it. However stupid, it was still very hot. “Do you want to face the door or the window?”

“I don’t care, just hurry before someone comes in to talk with you.”

“Just let me check my emails to make sure no one has scheduled a meeting.”

“All you do is go to meetings.”

“It’s not all I do. Apparently, I also have sex with my coworkers at ten-thirty in the morning.” No messages. Good.

“Gray, you’re being cute. Stop being cute. This is supposed to be just lust.”

“You think I’m cute?” He winced. “I have my pants around my knees. Cute? I’d prefer sexy or maybe wicked hot. Cute? I don’t—whoa. Okay, this is really happening.”

Her pants were now down at her knees and she was leaning over his desk facing the door. That was probably the best choice. If someone came in he might be able to convince them she was choking and he was administering the Heimlich.

He didn’t have time to think about a better excuse or anything for that matter. She had an agenda.

“You’re going to have to get closer. You’re not that big.”

“And now you’re insulting me? I kind of need a minute. I wasn’t really prepared for this. I thought you were coming in to tell me you noticed Derek scratching himself when he was pointing out the levels of integrity.”

“Grayson Hollinger III, get over here and do this before I pull my pants up and leave.”

“I have to say the bossing with the name thing is really good.” They hadn’t been together for a while so his body was definitely on board with the plan, but he wasn’t the type to use someone without some kind of affection. No matter how much the other person might demand he do so.

He rested his hands on her hips and leaned back before pushing into her. She cried out.

“You’re going to have to be quiet,” he whispered by her ear. They worked together perfectly. She was able to keep a handle on the normal cries of passion, but her breathing was so heavy, he worried Doug might hear from his office next door. It didn’t matter.

She was clenching the profit and loss statement he’d spent an hour on this morning. No worries, he would just print a new one. Did he have tissues in his desk? He probably had some extra napkins from the coffee shop. Would it be rude to offer her a napkin with a smiling coffee cup on it? She probably wouldn’t care.

A small moan was the only warning she reached point B. The spasms caught him off guard, and he didn’t resist as he rode them out with her. He hoped his groan of release was quieter than it sounded in his head.

He didn’t pull out of her right away and to his surprise, she didn’t try to wiggle away. He opened his second drawer and found he also had plain white napkins as well as the smiley coffee cup ones. He handed the whole pile over, except for the one he kept for himself, and moved away.

“I don’t know about you, but that was the hottest fifty-seven seconds of my life.” He wasn’t even exaggerating, his computer was on, counting away the seconds right in front of him. She stood and buttoned her pants.

“How’s my hair?”

“I didn’t touch it.” No matter how much he wanted to.

“I’ll see you later.”

“You feel better?” he asked as she moved the chair out of the way. He’d done what she asked, but maybe he misread the situation. Maybe this hadn’t been about needing sex at all.

“No,” she answered and walked out without looking back.