Page 81 of On the Rocks

“Wait. Really?” Aiden shoved his phone in his back pocket. “Why do you think that?”

“Oh please.” I crossed my arms. “The eyes those two were giving each other across the lab all day today. If they’re not meeting up to have sex, then one of them is planning to murder the other.”

Aiden snorted.

“I’m serious. The tension was so thick today, I was practically suffocating in it.” Speaking of sexual tension in the lab…With Aiden leaning up against my workstation, the sleeves of his dress shirt rolled up, I couldn’t help remembering all the dreams I’d had about the two of us getting frisky in here together. “There’s just something sexy about all this sterile stainless steel,” I joked. “Do you know how many times I dreamed about us doing it in the lab?”

Aiden’s eyebrows arched with interest. “The lab does it for you, huh?”

“Let’s just say that in my fantasies, there were an awful lot of things crashing to the floor as a certain someone swept the table clear to spread me out on it. Very expensive things.”

Aiden licked his lips. I could tell he was getting turned on by the way he pulled at his shirt collar, and his arousal made a tension I wasn’t even aware of relax along my spine. He still wanted me—we were still okay.

“Just in case it wasn’t clear, we should probably try to avoid that.”

“Avoid—” he started as I stepped into his space, curling my arms around his neck. His hands automatically fell to my waist, his fingers tightening, grasping, clutching me the way I loved.

“Cora,” he said, his voice strained. “We can’t. Not here.”

“Why not?” I purred, lifting up onto my toes to nip at his ear. “We’re alone. Everyone else has gone home.”

“Because…it’s…This is headquarters.”

“And you’re the CEO,” I said, dragging my lips across his jaw to kiss him. “I’m not seeing the problem. You’re the boss.” I kissed him again. “Mr.Cocktail King. Haven’t you ever thought about this? At least once? Haven’t you wondered what it would be like to fuck me bent over a work bench, Your Majesty?”

He groaned into the next kiss, his hands shifting around my waist and dropping to cup my ass as he ground himself against me.

“That’s it,” I said as hormones and relief flooded my veins in a heady combination.

The next kiss was frenzied as I palmed his cock through his pants. He was already getting hard, straining against the zipper. I popped the button open, getting the zipper down, and reached into his pants, taking his length in my hand.

He moaned, clenching his eyes as my hand moved up and down his cock, the pad of my thumb toying gently with the head.

“Fuck, Cora!”

“That’s what I’m trying to do,” I said, squeezing gently. I rubbed him, back and forth, taking my time, listening to his breathing grow more ragged.

“Stop.” He reached down to interrupt my hand. “I want to hear you moan,” he said, pulling me in for a searing kiss. “Condom?”

“In my bag,” I said, breaking away from him long enough to dig the condom from my purse.

He tore the wrapper open with his teeth, and I squeezed my thighs together.

“Turn around,” he said, rolling the condom down his length.

I unbuttoned my pants, getting them down to my knees as I twisted, practically moaning in anticipation. It was the thrill of potentially being caught, of doing something we weren’t supposed to do, of Aiden touching me the way he did. I was already beyond wet, and as I leaned against my workstation, he pressed up against me, moving my panties aside with his fingers as he slid inside. Moaning, I took all of him, again and again. Aiden thrust into me, clutching my hips for leverage, and I bucked back against him, crying out. With one hand I reached down, rubbing at my clit, almost dazed by the sensations before he took over so I could brace my forearms against the table, struggling to stay upright as my legs started shaking, my whole body overwhelmed.

He didn’t last long, exploding with a cry, and I followed him into oblivion a moment later.

When we’d caught our breath and cleaned ourselves up, I blinked up at him with a satisfied smile. It felt like we’d finally reconnected after the days of stilted texts and weird excuses. Maybe we’d go get dinner now or head back to his place for a less frenzied round two.

But before I could even make the suggestion, his phone rang.

“Hey,” he said, pressing his phone to his ear as he finished buckling his belt. “Yeah, now’s good. What do you mean the colors seem off? I approved those weeks ago.” He made vaguenoises of concern. “You know what, why don’t I just come down there to check it out in person?”

My face fell. It sounded like he was on the phone with the venue that was hosting the launch event. Did he really need to be there to see if the color scheme matched? Couldn’t they send him a picture for that kind of thing?

“Sorry,” he whispered to me while backing away. “It’s the event planner. She’s got some last-minute things she needs help with. I’d better go.”

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