Page 27 of Close to the Edge

The ache between my legs intensified a thousand times, plumping my clit as my pussy clenched hungrily. I tunneled my fingers through his hair, then grabbed a handful, exerting a little force as I hooked my legs around his waist.

His chest vibrated with a smothered growl as he planted himself more firmly between my thighs. The layers of clothing between us were all but nonexistent as he pressed the solid rod of his cock against my sex.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “Your hot little pussy feels so good against my cock.”

I lowered my head until our lips were millimeters apart. Then I slowly undulated my hips, deepening the friction.

“Shit,” he growled, his gaze darting between my mouth and where we were pressed together below the waist.

“You like that...Mr. Steele?” I drew my hips back up, nice and slow.

His jaw clenched tight and a shudder powered through him. “You teasing little witch. You’d like nothing better than to see me come right here, wouldn’t you?” he muttered.

I wanted him to lose a little control, but not with the bothersome layers of clothes between us. I wasn’t going to tell him that, though. “Would you die happy, then?”

“Not even close,” he hissed. “Not when I’d rather have you, hot and wet and tight around my—”

“Hello? Is everything okay in there?” A disembodied voice asked from the panel on the elevator wall.

Caleb’s jaw flexed, and he swore under his breath. “We’re fine,” he growled without taking his eyes off me.

“You sure? We have a technician here if you need help?” the helpful voice offered.

“Let me go,” I muttered against his lips.

For a charged moment he resisted. Then his grip loosened and he allowed me to slide down the wall. With every inch, the heat of his erection singed me, announced its potency in a way that made my nipples sting and my pussy wetter.

It was ten kinds of inappropriate but for the life of me, I couldn’t summon an ounce of regret. All I could think about was what it would feel like to have that thicknessinsideme.

“To be continued, I hope,” he murmured against my cheek as my feet met the floor.

He took a step back. Then another. Reluctantly, his hands dropped. Then, without taking his eyes off me, he stabbed the button that released the elevator.

The small rattle before the carriage continued its journey restored some sanity. But even then a large part of me was suspended in disbelief at what I’d done.

Sex with Scott—before I found out that Chance had planted him in my life to control and spy on me—had been lukewarm at best.

What happened to my body when it was within touching distance of Caleb was nothing short of stupefying.

I avoided looking at him as I led us through the open plan space that led to my corner office. Like most tech companies in Silicon Valley, the space was designed to invite easy lounging with the aim of sparking ideas through socializing.

I entered my office, set my satchel down and fired up my three monitors. From the corner of my eye, I saw Caleb checking out the area before refocusing on me.

When he started walking toward me, I reached into my satchel. “Here’s the list you asked for.”

His hot gaze lingered on my face and mouth for a few ferocious moments before he took the piece of paper. “Thanks.”

“If you need somewhere to work, there’s a spare desk and computer next door.”

He reached into his jacket and I forced myself not to ogle the way his T-shirt stretched across his torso. “No, thanks. This is all I need.” He waved his phone at me.

He walked across the room, dropped onto the sectional sofa next to the wall and propped one foot on the coffee table. A minute later his fingers were flying over the keyboard.

I greatly resented the fifteen teeth-grinding minutes it took for me to focus, but eventually I was back in the groove. I spent the next few hours going over the tweaks I’d made that morning.

The snags my coding had hit were frustrating, but I couldn’t rush this or SDM would miss the first major beta-testing deadline.

Not gonna happen.

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