Page 30 of Forbidden Sins

He turned his head and looked at her. His golden, wavy hair was tousled and fell over his forehead. He’d long abandoned his tie and jacket, and his sleeves were rolled up over his corded, tanned forearms. He was a gorgeous man. “Are you impressed?” he asked, flashing his white teeth.

“A little, yeah.” She crawled her fingers up his firm thigh, and she felt him stiffen underneath her touch. He blew out a breath.

She squeezed her fingers into the hard muscle. He tensed again, but he made no movement to remove her hand. So, emboldened, she moved her hand upward, toward his fly, and found his dick, already hard and warm in her palm behind the fine material of his pants. She smoothed her palm over him. His lips were pressed together, and he moaned under her touch.

Ellie looked up. Through the frosted glass walls of the conference room, she could see their colleagues milling about in the hallway on the other side of the glass. She assumed that the mixer had finally cleared out, but there were still a few stragglers.

He looked at her out of the corner of his eye. “Ellie,” his voice was a low, dangerous grumble. “What are you doing?”

She shrugged her shoulders, still palming, stroking his rigid length through his pants. “You look tense. My father told me to give you a hand.”

There was a giggle in the hallway, and they could see someone’s form lean against the clouded glass. Ellie gasped, but she didn’t move her hand.

Gabe chuckled, and put his hand on top of hers. Instead of moving her hand away from him, he squeezed it and flexed his hips forward in his chair, the minute movement putting him more fully into her hand. He was hard, thick and hot. She squeezed him before finding and pulling down his zipper. She felt his abdomen twitch, and he covered a moan with another cough, which was enough to catch the attention of the people in the hallway. The glass was definitely not soundproof.

The person in the hallway turned toward the glass, but instead of leaving, he reached for the doorknob and opened it. Ellie let out a startled gasp, as one of the guys from family law—Ted, she thought his name was—poked his head in. Ellie and Gabe both straightened, Ellie pulled her hand away from Gabe’s crotch. “Hey, guys. Sorry, we didn’t know you were in here.”

“It’s all good,” Gabe told him through clenched teeth.

“See you guys tomorrow,” Maybe Ted told them with a jovial smile and a finger gun.

Ellie nodded. “Yeah, tomorrow,” she agreed.

“I’ll let you get back to work, I guess.”

“That’d be great,” Gabe told him.

“You okay, Gabe? You look a little tense.”

“I’m fine. We’re just trying to finish up here.” Gabe’s body was so rigid that Ellie was certain he might snap in half.

“You know, you’ll work yourself to an early grave.”

When Ted closed the door, Gabe straightened and removed her hand from him. “Jesus, Ellie,” she heard him mutter under his breath. “You know I’m about to make partner. This is too important for me to screw up. I can’t be embroiled in a scandal any more than I already am.”

He was right, but that didn’t mean she had to like it, or that she was even done. Ellie released him, stood and walked deliberately to the door, making sure to put a swivel in her hips, knowing he was watching. “You don’t think that my job is important to me? I’ve got a lot on the line right now, as well.” She watched him over her shoulder from across the room and saw that he was still in the chair, his legs spread. He’d made no attempt to stuff himself back inside his pants. Watching her with lust-darkened eyes.

She smiled and flipped the lock on the door, ensuring they wouldn’t be interrupted again. She turned to face him. The large table separated them, and they watched each other.

Slowly, Ellie reached back behind her and found the zipper of her dress and lowered it. The material loosened, and she pushed it past her shoulders and down her hips, until it fell to the floor. Gabe stood straight.

“What are you doing?” he asked, almost breathless. “We have a lot of work to do.”

“You’re the one who still has your dick out,” she pointed out. “Want me to take care of that for you?”

His response was a low grunt, as he settled into the chair.

In her matching bra and panties set, stockings and high heels, she took several deliberate steps toward the table. “I’m not sure there’s much more we can do tonight. Plus, the way I feel, I’m not sure if I could concentrate on it right now. You won’t believe how wet I am, right now, just thinking about you.”

She came to the edge of the table, and instead of walking around it, she used more grace than she knew she had, and climbed on top of it. Half crawling, half sliding, she made her way across the table until she came to meet Gabe at his end, and she knelt upright, above him, her thighs spread at his eye level. Their mingled breaths were the only sounds in the room as they watched each other. More conversation filled the hallway and captured both of their attention, and they both looked to the glass.

Ellie held her breath. All someone would have to do is try to open the door, see it was locked and they would raise suspicion. What if her father came by to check? When the hallway was empty again, Ellie turned back to Gabe.

“This is insane,” he told her. She thought he would zip up and tell her to get dressed. Theywereat work. He was right. Itwasinsane that she was kneeling on top of a conference room table in her underwear, and Gabe was sitting in the chair with his cock out.

“Should we get back to work?” she asked. “Or should we finish whatever we’ve started here?”

Ellie held her breath, waiting for his response. He stood from the chair, and made no effort to zip up his pants. He put his hands just above her still-spread knees and slid them up her thighs, over the nude-colored lace at the top of her stockings. His touch made her gasp, and a warmth traveled throughout her. She needed Gabe, and needed him now. If he turned her away, she might explode from need.

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