Page 63 of Branded
Last night, he’d gotten me dressed, and then himself, taking his time during the latter, and totally not caring that I’d done my share of staring at his unabashedly naked body, enjoying the way his muscles bunched and loosened, rippling under his skin, reminding me of the strength he’d used to hold me in place, the husky commands, all as he’d slowly pulled on his clothes.
The only time he looked mildly uncomfortable was trying to button up his slacks.
Which was mostly because he was making his own portable penis tent and trying to wrestle the monster in his pants down so he could tug up the zipper was no easy task.
I’d shocked the shit out of myself by offering to help.
And would never forget the shock on his face, and how that shock had transformed to glee when he’d realized I was playing with him.
Well, it was a serious offer because I did want to touch and stroke him.
But it was a serious offer for a later time, considering we were playing with fire already by having gotten half (me) and completely (him) naked in a public space. Where we both worked.
And…yeah.
Had I dreamed about him bending me over the bench, taking me from behind, driving me to another orgasm (since I knew he was fully capable of getting me there)? Yes.
Had I understood that we’d already taken enough risk? Unfortunately. Yes.
Plus, since I’d been thinking about risk—interspersed with all that naked ogling—I probably wouldn’t have been able to concentrate on hanky-panky time.
Okay, probably not true.
I had the feeling that Smitty would be able to distract me. Anytime. Any day of the week. Any?—
A knock on my open office door.
I head jerked, gaze flying up, anticipation coiling in my belly and?—
Oh.
It wasn’t him.
Two of the guys stood there…Raph and Theo. They’d been friendly and nice in my limited interactions with them so far, but that they were here? That anticipation coiling morphed into anxiety. It twisted and spun, sliding up to grip my lungs.
Theo nodded at the chairs in front of my desk. “Can we sit down?”
“Su—” My throat seized, but I managed to wave a hand to the pair of wooden chairs. They walked in, Raph all strong, bulky strength, mischief in his eyes, Theo leaner and with a ready smile. Folding into the seats, their big bodies taking up too much of the space in my office. Their gazes were on mine, making it hard for me to focus, impossible to speak.
But I could move, at least, so I grabbed a pencil and brought it to my lap, using it to keep my hands busy, to try to distract my mind from the spinning.
Take away the hyperfocus.
Redirect.
There wasn’t impatience on their faces.
No, it was…eagerness. At least on Theo’s. Raph’s was placid, as though he were just there to watch things unfold—not in a cruel way, but rather like he was curious and wanted to see where things went.
Or at least, I hoped so.
Cruelty hadn’t been something I’d experienced with this team.
I hoped that it continued not having a place here.
“Oliver said you play Legends of the Dragons?” Theo asked.
Okay, now that was a hard right in the conversation that I hadn’t expected. Surprise had my throat loosening. Talk of something I was comfortable with even more so.
