Page 50 of Mark my Words

Sam’s voice cut off suddenly as I stood up from my chair, the legs teetering precariously before he reached out to keep it from falling.

“What? What’s wrong with it? I thought it was an interesting hook,” he laughed, watching me pace in front of the door.

“Seriously?” I tried to keep my voice low, but I was a little too wound up to be worried about potential eavesdroppers at the door. “The protagonist has a guy tied up to a bed naked and sits on his face in the first thousand words.”

“I’m failing to see the problem here,” he laughed as I tried to understand what he’d just read. Isobel had told me it was a thriller, not the script for porn.

“It’s just...” I couldn’t even form a coherent sentence, and it didn’t help that I wanted to climb into Sam’s chair and ride him until I could push the sound of his voice reading that opening scene out of my head.

“Weren’t you the one teasing me about not being able to handle a little spice a few months ago? Why are you getting so worked up about this right now? Both Adrian and Isobel are on board with this. I’ve read up to chapter six, and despite the racy beginning, the plot is solid.”

“Because I don’t know how I’m fricking supposed to concentrate on work with this, Sam. I already want to rip your clothes off every time you roll up your damn sleeves...”

“You do?” He looked surprised, standing up from his chair, his hands framing my hips as he halted my pacing. Even with my heels on, he was still a few inches taller, and my pulse slowed as he looked down into my eyes.

“Yes,” I whispered, watching as his lips curved into a smile. Sam leaned forward, and I arched backward, keeping his lips from contacting mine. “Hold up there, Casanova. We need to go through at least four more chapters today if we’re going to keep a decent schedule to get edits back to Chase and Evan.”

“How about we come up with an incentive system?” Sam suggested in a whisper. His palm pressed into the center of my back, drawing me into his chest and tucking his face close to my neck. “Every chapter we finish editing today is an orgasm I get to give you later.”

“Sounds like a one-sided arrangement,” I whispered back as my hand trailed down his side and cupped him through his dress slacks. He was already hard, pressing insistently against my palm as I tried to remember why we were in this room. Suddenly our jobs didn’t seem quite as important as the need to touch him.

“Your pleasure is my pleasure,” he murmured, trailing his lips up my neck, biting the tip of my earlobe. “Or I can fuck you against the door of this conference room right now while you try to keep quiet so the rest of the office doesn’t hear you scream my name when you come.”

“Holy shit,” I panted, squeezing the bulge in his pants. Before I could form a coherent sentence, Sam was backing me into the door, biting at my neck as he pulled up the hem of my skirt.

“Fuck it, we can work later,” he growled into my skin before unbuckling his belt.

“What are you...?” I trailed off, watching him shove his pants to the floor and lower his boxer briefs. “Are you seriously suggesting that...”

Was this some alternate universe where our office had somehow turned into a set of low-budget porn? Fooling around at work was such a bad idea. But as he reached around me to make sure the door was securely closed, I realized this was happening, and I needed to snap out of it and follow along because it wasn’t every day you got to enact one of your dirtiest fantasies at work.

“How do you want it?” he asked as he pulled my skirt to my waist and fingered the lace along the side of my panties.

“Hard,” I breathed out, grabbing hold of his tie and pulling his lips to mine, surrendering to whatever magic Chase and Evan had unlocked with their words using Sam’s rich voice.

My other hand reached down blindly to push down the waistband of his briefs just enough to free him, taking his hard flesh into my palm and pumping my hand as I bit his lip, holding his face to mine with his tie. Thank fuck he’d worn one today. It made it that much easier to keep him where I wanted him.

“You have to keep quiet,” he warned, prying my hand loose and pulling on the knot of his tie—loosening it fractionally. Seeing him standing there with his pants around his ankles, briefs haphazardly pushed down his thighs, and his tie hanging askew against his fully buttoned dress shirt was almost comical. His eyes widened, and he held up a finger, reaching down for his pants and pulling a condom out of the back pocket. Biting my lip to keep from laughing, I reached for his tie again, but he stopped me before our lips met. “I’m serious, Kris. Mouth shut, or I’ll find something to keep it shut.”

Fuck. Why was that so hot?

Nodding as I watched him roll the condom into place. I pulled him in, kissing him with abandon as he reached forward and grabbed the back of my thigh. He wrapped it around his waist while his other hand pushed my panties to the side.

“Shit, you’re so wet,” he whispered against my lips, his breath coming out in harsh pants between us. “Did my voice do that to you, or the thought of Fanny sitting on his face?”

“Oh God,” I moaned as he stepped forward and replaced his fingers with his cock. “You. It’s always you.”

“Shhh,” he scolded, using his hand to rub against my clit, my head falling back against the door with a soft thud. “If you can’t handle this, we can stop.”

“Don’t you fucking dare,” I growled under my breath, grasping his shoulders and using them for leverage to push up onto my toes. Thank God I’d kept running when we weren’t together because otherwise, I’d never have the stamina to hold myself up like this. “You can’t tease me like this and back out, Sam.”

“Oh, I won’t be backing anything out,” he smirked as he slipped inside, drawing his hips back fractionally before he pressed forward, his pelvis pinning me to the door. “So fucking tight. Every goddamn time.”

“Faster,” I urged, pulling him forward, my hand grasping the hair at the back of his head. Maybe if our mouths were busy, we could keep quiet.

“Mmm,” he hummed against my lips as he reached down and coaxed my other leg forward, using his chest to pin me to the door as he wrapped my legs around his waist. “Too much noise.”

My other hand reached for the tie again, wrapping it around my palm as I held his mouth to mine, frantically kissing him as he pressed his pelvis into me before drawing back slowly and forcing his way back inside. The pace was torturously slow, but the way he was grinding his hips into me with each slow thrust was working.

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