Ask for It Part 35

Dumb didn't begin to describe how she felt at the moment. She made every professional misstep imaginable. Lose control? Check. Let her desires overwhelm her good sense? Check. Let her consulting client go one step too far on the floor of her office? That was new, but still a check.

d.a.m.n hormones.

What she needed was a little decorum. Getting off the floor and out from under him would be a good start. "Okay, fun time is over."

"Most people would look at the lights being out as a message."

He felt so right there with her body curved into his. "Right. The message being to get up."

He frowned at her and managed to look adorable doing it. "I was thinking more like the opposite conclusion."

She tried to concentrate on his argument, lame as it was, but his firm body kept dragging her attention away. From the impressive bulge pressing against her thigh to his hard-as-granite everything else, she wanted him.

His pretty boy face and easy charm attracted her from the beginning. With every day that pa.s.sed she wanted him more.

"Shouldn't you get back to your kitchen?" she asked.

"Sam has it under control. He's my second in command. He could run his own kitchen and is totally qualified to take over in my absence."

Commonsense didn't seem to be working, but she tried again. "Yeah, well, we should be out there checking on the guests."

"Unless you plan to hand out flashlights, I 'm not sure what you could do."

"I could..." Something?

"We can't do any work. We're all alone. I t's dark. I 'm on top of you."

"I notice you're not getting up," she muttered under her breath.

"Think of the darkness as the universe's sign we should keep on doing what we're doing." His hand rested on her breast and showed no sign of moving, so it wasn't hard to figure out what the "what" was.

"We need to go," she insisted.

"Most people wouldn't view the lights going out as a reason to stop having fun."

Then it hit her. She was having s.e.x with Zach. On her floor. In her office. She'd even touched his a.s.s. So much for professionalism. Nothing prepared her for Zach.

"Zach, I 'm serious." More like embarra.s.sed, but he didn't need to know that.He lowered his head until his forehead touched her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. The move sent an ache spinning from her chest to the damp s.p.a.ce between her thighs.

"You're actually going to do it." He mumbled into the thin material separating them.

Her breath caught in her throat. "Do what?"

He skimmed his finger under the edge of her camisole and flimsy bra and outlined her nipple until it puckered. "Call a halt. Go right to the edge and pull back."

"I didn't-" She gasped when he slipped the two layers of silk down, exposing her breast.

Then he palmed her, his hand warm against her chilled skin. "Man, you're beautiful."

She couldn't speak.

"I wanted time to do this." He licked her nipple, flicking his tongue across the tight bud.

She tried to remember her name. Bartholomew something...

"And this." He placed his hot mouth over the tip and suckled her. Twirling his tongue over her and wetting her skin.

Someone moaned. She feared it came from deep inside of her.

"So pretty." His reverent whisper tickled against her breast.

Two more seconds and her skirt would be over her head. "Stop!"

"You still want that clipboard?"

"Yeah, so I can beat you with it."

"Well, honey, I 'm not usually into that, but I 'm game."

She couldn't handle his cuteness. Not now. She needed him angry. p.i.s.sed. Whatever it took to get him off of her.

"Your Performance Plan is getting longer by the second."