Page 43 of Off Limits
He inhaled deeply as if trying commit her scent to memory. “Mock ups for the new summer brew label.”
She leaned in to examine the artwork. Her forearm brushed his. He stilled, except for the sharp intake of breath.
“Isn’t it great?” Rex joined them at the table. “We’re doing a wheat beer this summer. I love the beachy vibe Janella’s team went with. Makes me want to go sit on the beach and day drink.”
“It’s amazing.” She reached past Brady to flip the page.
A quiet growl rumbled from him.
She shifted her gaze to his, catching the smoldering heat in his eyes. It nearly melted her into a puddle at his feet. “So this would be the posters and ads for the beer?” Her voice hitched and Brady’s smile said he was pleased he wasn’t the only one affected.
“Yes,” Rex said. “I want to get a few of these for my trip so I can show them off to some of the bars and restaurants.” Rex stepped away and grabbed his phone off the desk. “That reminds me. I need to call Janella and see if she can print more. And let her know that I gave Anna her card.”
“Anna’s looking for a job?” She turned to look at her brother. She’d thought Anna was up for a promotion at her company in Tampa. To work for Janella, she’d need to move to Orlando.
“Not right now.” Rex tapped and swiped at his phone. “But if her promotion doesn’t go as planned, she may be.”
“You aren’t secretly hoping she doesn’t get the promotion?” Her voice had a scolding tone to it.
“Absolutely not. She loves her job. But I just wanted her to know she had options.” He smiled at his sister and put the phone to his ear. “I’m going to step outside for a few. Meet me at the bar in fifteen and we can grab a pint.”
She grinned at her brother and watched him disappear out of the office without a second glance. Rex wasn’t even gone two seconds before Brady stood at her back.
“Are you trying to fucking torture me?” he whispered in her ear, his voice low and ragged. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her flush into him. His erection pressed into her backside.
“I was doing nothing of the sort.” She wiggled her ass into him.
He stilled her with a firm tug. “I want to bend you over this desk and fuck you until you scream my name.”
“Done.” She flattened her hands on the desk, arching her back and offering herself to him.
He slapped her ass, sharp and claiming. “I will make you pay for this when I get home tonight.”
She hadn’t lost sight of his use of the word “home” when referring to coming to her house, but making a big deal out of those things made him nervous so she just tucked it away in her heart.
She straightened and winked at him. “I look forward to it.” She strutted out of the office toward the bar to meet with her brother.
