Page 72 of Kilt Trip

“I’ve been here the whole time,” she said with a laugh.

But she hadn’t been. Their connection had been ephemeral like the clouds, coming and going, evaporating without notice. Her office facade had remained intact, and he needed to know he was still allowed to slip behind it.

The rumbling sounds of traffic outside faded as she ran the backs of her fingers along his jawline. He leaned into her touch. “I missed you like this,” he said, tugging the pencil from her bun. Her hair cascaded around her shoulders, the light from the lamp in the corner dancing across her golden waves.

She slipped her fingers into his hair and drew him to her, licking into his mouth. He tossed the pencil on the table with a clatter and kissed her hard, lips crushing, tongues tangling.

Christ, he wanted her. Wanted the reassurance of her attention and touch. Her quiet moan sparked fire in his blood.

Logan pulled her to stand and backed her against the side of the table, kicking the rolling chair out of the way.

She settled between his legs and fisted his sweater while he trailed kisses up her neck, breathing in lavender and the sea.

He slid his hands over her hips and down the black fabric covering her thighs, hooking his fingers under the hem of her skirt. She made a sound of agreement and rocked her hips against him, encouraging.

Little by little, he hiked up her skirt, dragging it over her impossibly soft skin. His pulse echoed down to his fingertips. He brushed a strip of silky material, but before he could investigate further, a car door slammed outside, and they both froze. The sound of their heavy breathing mingled in the air.

“Do you want to come to my place?” he asked, his voice gravelly.

“Or we could stay here.” Addie lifted herself onto the table, her skirt ruched around her hips, a slip of lilac fabric visible between her legs. Lust shot through his veins with an urgency he struggled to deny.

He couldn’t stop himself from stepping between her legs. Couldn’t stop touching her. He trailed his thumbs along the inside of her thighs, goose bumps popping up in their wake. The idea of taking Addie in his office... He nearly expired on the spot.

He dragged his mind back to the reality of where they were. “What if someone comes back tonight?” he asked. Even though they’d worked enough late nights to know no one would, she had boundaries about the office, and getting caught in a compromising position was a clear violation. He needed to know for sure.

She glanced over her shoulder at the fluorescent-lit hallway as if imagining someone walking in and seeing them like this. But her eyes held fire when they returned to his. Like the possibility of getting caught excited her. Like it wouldn’t be so terrible if people knew about them.

“And sees me sitting on your conference-room table, thighs spread for you?” she said, leaning back on her hands and parting her legs farther. “Your flat is too far away. I can’t wait that long.”

It was all the confirmation he needed. His whole body shook from the effort to hold himself back, to play this game, instead of devouring her. He ran one knuckle over the satiny fabric between her legs. Addie’s whimper nearly undid him, his knees turning soft and altogether unsteady.

Her fingers moved to the V of her blouse. Logan clenched his hands at his sides, his cock throbbing with need. Undoing the buttons one by one, her selkie eyes dark and seductive, she revealed purple lace with excruciating slowness.

He loved the way she teased him, challenged him. The constant push and pull between them. But he was drowning in desire and couldn’t hold back from touching her any longer.

When Addie opened her white shirt, Logan’s hands were there, sliding it from her shoulders, his mouth sinking against the curve of her breast. Wanting more of the breathy sounds she made, he licked along the edge of lace before sucking her nipple into his mouth through the thin material. He wrapped his arms tighter around her waist, and Addie arched into him with a moan. “Lass,” he growled out, his pulse insistent, needy.

Logan pressed kisses along her stomach. “If someone did come in, we could say I dropped something.” He knocked her pens and highlighters to the floor, where they landed with a dull clatter on the carpet.

He held her gaze as he sank to his knees.

Addie’s belly pulled in with her startled breath, but her fingers wound into his hair and tightened. “Good idea,” she said, her voice husky.

He nipped against the smooth warmth of her inner thigh before hooking a finger inside her panties and pulling them to the side.

“Oh, fuck,” Addie breathed out.

He licked and sucked until she was panting. She braced her hands on the table behind her, head thrown back in pleasure, white shirt tangled around her wrists, black skirt hitched around her waist. Like Office Addie was completely unraveled and back to being his. He felt delirious from the sight of her spread out before him. Simultaneously light-headed and heavy in his body.

When she moaned like she was close, he slid a finger into her, stroking until she bucked against his mouth, until her cries echoed in the quiet of the office. He skimmed his hands along her calves, kissed the smooth skin of her thigh, watched her come back to earth as her dreamy eyes refocused on him like he was all that mattered.

“Logan, I need you,” she said in a breathy whisper, and his heart seized on the words, desperate for her to mean more than his body. He wanted her to need him back, to love him, to stay.

He tugged off his clothes while she slipped out of her panties, and he grabbed a condom from his wallet and rolled it on. He considered swiping the papers from the table and laying her down but had a vision of her panicking over the disorganization and the moment derailing.

Besides, he wanted to hold her close. Wanted the overwhelming sense of rightness when there was nothing between them.

He wrapped his arms around her and burned where her breasts pressed against his chest, where their stomachs touched, where her legs hooked around his hips, even as the chill in the air clung to his skin. Needing to be inside her, to feel her all around him, he pushed into her heat, stealing her gasp with his kiss.

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