I yank my lips away. “Fuck,” I hiss, breathing hard. I don’t have any protection and I don’t want our first time to be on a hard table at the office despite how hot it seems. But that doesn’t mean I can’t do a little something for her.
Dropping my hand, I slide it up her inner thigh and cover her hot mound with my palm. Her body immediately tenses. “Don’t stop,” I say. “Keep grinding, baby.”
Charlie lifts her head, blue-green eyes bright and a little dazed. “We…shouldn’t…”
Can’t has changed into shouldn’t.We’re making progress,I think, and slide the satin material of her panties over. When my fingers begin to stroke her, a soft cry echoes through the room. “You’re so fucking wet,” I whisper. “I’m going to make you come hard on my hand. So goddamn hard.”
A series of shivers racks through her body as I tease and play with soft folds and swirl a finger around her clit. “Tell me how you like it, Charlie. Hard and fast? Or slow and-”
Her hips buck up in answer and my mouth edges up.
“Slow and teasing it is then, baby,” I say and concentrate on her reactions, changing my movements up according to how her body responds. She’s shaking when I slide a finger inside her dripping pussy and move it in and out. When I add another finger, she arches up and her body tightens around them, pulsing hard in a series of contractions.
“That’s it, baby. Come for me,” I say, encouraging her to let loose as the orgasm ripples through her. Normally she’s so controlled and tightly wound. I’ve never seen her let loose like this and it’s so damn attractive.
“Oh, God,” she cries and grabs the edge of the table with one hand. “Fuck, Nash!”
Her back arches again and I finish her off. Breathing hard, she finally opens her eyes and I drop down on my elbows and kiss her deeply. The kiss is full of promise of things to come.
When we finally break apart, Charlie sits up, pulling her skirt down and has that look in her eye. The one that tells me she’s going to bolt.
“Charlie-”
She shakes her head, as though trying to clear it, and then frowns. “We can’t-”
“Yes, we can, and we will. It’s only a matter of time.”
She sucks in a shaky breath. “I don’t mix business and pleasure.”
“We can keep the pleasure outside the office, if you want,” I suggest with a wicked grin.
“That’s not what I mean,” she says, sounding almost distraught.
“Charlie, look at me.” I grab her arms and she looks up, blue eyes wild. “Take a breath. It’s gonna be okay.”
But she shakes me off and slides off the edge of the table onto wobbly feet. “I-I have to go,” she mumbles and races out.
Fuck.That’s not how I wanted things to end. I watch her hurry down the hall, away from me, and hope I didn’t just screw everything up.
Regardless, this isn’t over between us. It’s just the beginning and the sooner Charlie realizes that, the better.
12
CHARLIE
Iam truly the world’s biggest idiot. We crossed a line tonight and I have no idea how things can ever go back to being strictly professional.
All night, sleep eludes me because I can’t stop thinking about what happened in the conference room. Anyone could’ve walked in and seen us. I’m not sure what came over me, but rational thought flew out the window the moment Nash kissed and touched me.
My God, that was the best orgasm I’ve ever experienced, and he was fully clothed and only used his fingers. I can only imagine what he can do naked. Shivers run through me. A part of me feels like such a hussy, spread out before him on a table at work, writhing as he gave me more pleasure than anyone before.
It was the most sensual experience of my life and now I don’t know how I’m going to be able to face him at work. He was quite clear that he’s not giving up and wants to take things even further.
Nash Beckett wants me in his bed and I’m not sure how I feel about that. He’s the enemy, right? I need to keep my guard up and watch him closely. But you know what they say– keep your friends close but your enemies closer.
And Nash couldn’t have gotten much closer.
But we can’t, my logical side screams. It’s impossible.