“That makes me really happy to hear.” He steps closer and cups my jaw with his palm. “I’d much rather have my hands on you as well.”

I need him. Likeneedneed him. I slip my hand under his suit coat and run my fingers up his back. “Have you ever had sex in your office before?”

Nancy takes that moment to pop in. “Mr. Dunnon’s administrative assistant called and requested another meeting tomorrow. Would you like me to make room for him after your staff meeting?”

“Make it for three o’clock or later,” Drake tells her, not taking his eyes off me. “And Nancy? You can clock out now.”

“Yes, sir. Have a good night, Mr. Reynolds.”

When the door closes behind her, Drake sighs out a low moan. “No.”

“No?” I lift my gaze to him in question.

“No, I’ve never had sex in my office before.”

“Oh.” I mold my body against his and cup his ass in my hands. “Want to change your stats?”

He chuckles before dropping a very G-rated kiss to my lips. “Not tonight. However, when I plan on changing the statistics, you’ll be the first—and only—to know.”

While I’m disappointed he’s not going to do anything to relieve the ache between my legs, I do revel in the promise he’s made. I’m about to tell him so when the vibration kicks in again.

“Drake.” I squeeze his ass and jerk my hips into his groin. He’s hard and ready for me. I don’t understand why he won’t take advantage of a willing and able woman. Or rather, a willing and quite desperate woman.

He kicks up the notch even more, and my legs shake under me. He holds me up by my hips and whispers in my ear. “I’m going to picture you falling apart, on the cusp of an orgasm, draped across my desk every damned day.”

I beg for release when he turns the vibrator off and releases me.

“Hungry?”

I’m equally mad and turned on, and he knows it. His chest rumbles with laughter and I smack his arm. “You’re mean.”

“I’ll make it up to you. Promise.” He takes my hand in his and leads me to the door.

When we’re in the elevator, I look down at my simple skirt next to his fancy business suit. “I wasn’t sure what to wear tonight.”

“Well, I’m not going to lie. I’m a little disappointed in your outfit.” The doors open and he steps out.

“What?” I’m completely shocked that he would insult me so casually. “What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?”

Drake stops in front of a door and turns to look at me. He licks his lips as his gaze assesses me from top to bottom. “You’re extremely overdressed.”

He swipes a key card in front of the door and holds it open for me, ushering me inside. I don’t pay attention to where we are, still confused by his comment.

“You’re in a suit. I wasn’t sure—” The buzzing between my legs stops me in my tracks. I hold on to his arm as I brace myself for another onslaught of pleasure, followed by a disappointing lack of release.

When he shuts it off, and I’m trying to find my breath, he gathers me in his arms. “I much prefer you naked and splayed across my table so I can feast upon you, but I suppose I’ll have to settle for dining across from you wearing clothes.”

I blink my eyes until they focus on our surroundings. We’re in an elegant living room. A U-shaped dark brown couch sits in front of a fireplace and a wall of windows takes up the back end of the room.

The city lights twinkle, much like they did from his office. There are pictures on the mantel and a throw blanket draped over the edge of the couch making me think we’re not in a regular hotel suite.

Off the living room is a dark wood dining room table with three chairs on each side and a chair at each end, which is open to a stunning kitchen.

“If it’s okay with you, I thought we could make dinner together and eat it here.” Drake loosens his tie and shucks his suit coat over the back of the couch.

“Is this... is this where you live?” My body floods with warmth. He’s welcomed me into his home and even wants to cook for me. We’ve crossed a line into something more than casual sex.

“I’ll give you a tour if you promise not to seduce me into having sex with you before I feed you. You’re especially frisky tonight.”