Desk Job (London Menage Book 2) (17 page)

“No, I’m pretty sure she didn’t. I just told her we were getting on well when she commented.”

“And what did she say?”

“Nothing. Her head is too full of her own love life to be worried about ours.” I touched his hand. “Don’t worry about it.”

“I just would rather … you know. Keep our private life private. For now, at least. It has all happened rather quick.”

“I know. I feel the same. And if they knew … Tristan too.”

“Exactly. We need to stay below the radar. For the time being.” He creased his face into a frown. “Not that I’m for one minute not proud to have you on my arm.”

“I know.” He looked so worried. “Really I know. Are we still going out for Italian later?” I hoped so, that was why I’d opted for a salad lunch.

“Yes. Of course. I’m counting on it.” He stepped away and sat at his desk. “I have a feeling I’ve got a stack of things waiting for my attention.”

Including me.

I licked my lips. “The things you need to look at today are to your right, in that brown folder.”

“Great. I’ll get to it.” He opened up his laptop.

“I’ll be, you know, out there.” I pointed at the door. “If you need me.”

He looked up and gave me a truly filthy smile. “I always need you, don’t forget that.”

I walked from the room, excitement bubbling inside me at what the night would hold. Unlike the last time we’d had Italian and he’d left me at my door, I suspected tonight he’d be coming in.

God, I was insatiable. It was like a tap had been turned on and was filling my system with lust. I’d had more sex in the last few weeks than in the last year yet here I was, planning more.

I sat at my desk with a lovely warm feeling in my belly and my nipples tingling. I hit open on my emails.

There was a new one, just arrived, from Andre. I glanced at the door. I couldn’t quite see him from where I sat. I hit open.

Subject: Need.

And I need you in every room in the house, every day of the week, in every position.

Heat rose on my cheeks.

I decided to reply.

It sounds as though your needs are rampant!

I smiled and hit send.

They are when it comes to you, but although they’re rampant, they’re also quite specific.

Opening my salad pot, I smiled. What should I answer that with?

I started typing as I chewed on a slice of cucumber.

Would you care to elaborate on the specific details?

Waiting for him to reply, but not being sure if he would, I tipped a light dressing over the leaves.

The details are as follows. Bed, you, me, my cock sinking deep and you gasping my name as you come.

I pressed my finger over my lips and paused mid-way through eating a tomato. Dirty bugger.

And how would you like me positioned on this bed?

Again I hit send, not sure if he’d answer that one.

He did.

Hands and knees. I want to see your sexy naked ass
.

I shifted on the seat. Hands and knees would work for me just fine. As for him seeing my ass, hell yes, if that’s what he wanted.

That could be arranged.

Again I sent the message.

As far as I’m concerned, it is arranged. Now stop propositioning the boss. I have work to do!!!!!!

“Ha.” I shook my head and stood. Me, propositioning him? How dare he.

Walking to his doorway, I put my hand on the jamb and looked in. He couldn’t have appeared more innocent and studious, sitting at his laptop with his blond hair flopped forward and concentration etched on his face. But of course I knew what he’d been typing. I also would bet good money that he had a hard on right now.

He looked up at me.

The right side of his mouth twitched.

I raised my eyebrows and put my hand on my sternum.

He tipped his head, studying me closely.

I turned, paused for a moment, then walked back to my desk with an extra roll to my hips.

How the hell was I going to concentrate now? All I could think of was getting Andre into my bed and having him sinking deep.

Chapter Sixteen

“Would you like dessert? Andre asked.

We were sat at the same table in the bustling Italian restaurant as we’d been seated at the week before.

“No, I’m fine, thanks.” I shook my head. “Do you?”

He leaned forward. “I want
you
for dessert. Nothing on the menu compares.”

“Well, it seems you have it all figured out.” I pressed my thighs together. If I could wave a magic wand and be naked in bed with Andre right now I would. I’d been simmering with need ever since our saucy emails earlier, and now I was sure my panties were quite damp. The sooner they were off the better.

“I’ll just get the bill then, shall I?”

“Yes.” I nodded and knotted my fingers on my lap. Fuck, how were we going to make it back to my place? I just wanted to rip his smart suit off and get my hands on his skin, his cock, get him between my legs.

Had I ever felt so crazed with lust?

Not that I could remember.

He paid, again waving my hand away when I went to add some cash.

“I invited you out,” he said. “My treat.”

“It can’t always be your treat.”

“It can.”

I pouted. “No. I’ll cook for you, at the weekend, Sunday roast, Tristan too. Then it can be my treat.”

“That sounds a nice way to spend a Sunday.”

I stood and he helped me on with my light jacket.

“We’ll get a cab,” he said, “my place or yours?”

“Mine, it’s closer.”

“I like how you think.” He stepped in tight behind me. His cock was hard and he pressed it against my buttocks.

I released a small sigh. That was where I wanted him—hot, hard and close.

He kissed my temple. “Come on. It’s been a long day.”

“I couldn’t agree more.”

We left the restaurant, and were lucky enough to find a cab straight away—the London air was damp and cold. We climbed in the back and Andre gave my address to the driver.

I buckled up and so did he which I was glad about after the narrow miss with a bus the week before.

The belt didn’t stop him from being able to wrap his arm around me, though, and I snuggled close, enjoying his weakened cologne and the heat of his body radiating onto mine.

“Have you heard from Tristan?” I asked.

“Yes, a brief text. He said it was full on.”

“Oh dear.”

“Nah, he thrives on it. Chasing the deal, getting it done, signatures on the bottom line.” He rubbed my arm as though staving off the cold. “He’s a workaholic but…”

“But?”

“But he needs a good woman in his life. A person who understands his need for work and also his need to relax.”

“It’s not good to work without taking a breather.”

“And you’re showing him that. On Saturday night, dancing, it was great to see him smiling, having fun.”

“You really care for him, don’t you?”

“Of course I do.” He paused. “Well not in
that
way, he’s a handsome guy sure, but I’m only interested in women, one woman in particular.” He drew my hand to his lips and kissed my knuckles. “Just for the record, I’m not gay or bi.”

I smiled.

“But naturally I care for him. We’ve been friends for longer than we’ve owned a business together. I don’t want to see him get sick because he never takes time off and chills out, and maybe even more than that I don’t want him to reach an age where he looks back and wishes he’d had more from life. Not monetary more, but love, happiness, maybe even a family.”

I was quiet for a moment. The future held so much for us, but also complications. “A family.”

Andre smiled and pulled me a little closer. “I’m being hypothetical. I’m merely saying that we all only get one life, and work, well, it’s important but so are other things. Tristan and I have had our eyes open to that lately and you, baby, are the other
thing
that we want in our lives.”

“I’m pleased you think so.” I paused as the cab pulled up at my apartment block. “Though I got a little more than I bargained for when I went to the interview at Wainwright and Bramon. I thought it was just another desk job.”

Andre smiled. “Are you complaining?”

“Oh no, not one bit.” I leaned close and spoke onto his lips. “Now take me to bed the way you promised you would.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

We alighted the cab. Andre paid, then set his hand against the small of my back and urged me at a brisk pace to the front door. I keyed in the code, then hit the elevator button.

The lift seemed to go so slow. Slower than ever. And as we waited for it to reach my level, I wanted to stab the button over and over with impatience.

Andre tugged me into his arms and held me close. “I want you so bad.”

“I know the feeling.”

He smiled and kissed my cheek.

The door finally opened with a tinny ping.

As we walked to my home, Andre let his suit jacket slip from his shoulders and down his arms.

“Stripping already?” I said with a giggle.

“You’d better believe it.”

I opened the door, we stepped in, and I locked it securely.

Meow.

Lullabelle was around my legs, her tail curling up my calf as she pressed her whiskery cheek to my trousers.

“Ah, Lulla,” I said, scooping her up. “Hello.”

Andre hung his jacket on a hook. “My plan of taking you here, over the table, has been foiled by a pussy cat.”

“She’s hungry,” I said, “it’s been a long time since her breakfast.” I headed into the lounge and nodded at the bedroom. “I’ll meet you in there in a minute. We’ve waited this long…” I bit my bottom lip, holding back a teasing smile.

“And it’s killing me,” he said, shoving his hand down his pants and adjusting the bulge there.

“You’re a big boy, you’ll cope.”

“Yeah, I’m a big boy and don’t you know it.”

I giggled and turned my back on him. I couldn’t relax and enjoy being with Andre if I thought Lullabelle needed something.

“Don’t be long,” Andre called.

I didn’t answer. Instead I placed Lullabelle down and set about filling up her biscuit bowl and putting out some of the shrimp pate she adored.

I heard the water come on and realized Andre must have decided to take a shower. If I was quick, I could join him.

I stroked Lullabelle’s head as she tucked into her food. “Be good, you can snuggle with us later.”

I stepped out of my shoes and as I headed to the bathroom, I undid my blouse and removed that too.

I paused for a moment at the door and enjoyed the glorious sight of Andre naked and in my shower. He had his back to me, his face held up to the water. Damn he was gorgeous and all wet and shiny, he was just what I needed.

Quickly, I peeled off the rest of my clothes, then opened the glass door and stepped in next to him.

He opened his eyes and smiled as I wrapped my arms around him. “Hey.”

“Hey yourself.”

He placed a wet kiss on my lips, and the tip of his cock brushed my belly.

“I don’t want to get my hair wet.” I moved from the stream of water. “It will take too long to dry.”

“That’s okay.”

“No, I don’t want to go to bed with wet hair. I’d have to fuss with the hairdryer for ages first, before I got into bed.”

“Oh.” He looked mildly alarmed. “Don’t get your hair wet then.”

I smiled and reached for the shower gel. I filled my palms, then set about smoothing the suds over Andre’s chest and abdomen. The bubbles slid downward, collecting in his pubes and around the base of his erection.

Andre helped himself to shower gel also, and began to carefully wash the bubbles over my breasts.

Feeling his hands on me sent renewed desire through my body. The heat, the sweet smell of the lather, his skin beneath my palms, and the very enticing cock that was hard for me melted the last of my patience.

“We should go to bed.”

“You don’t want to … in here?” He raised his eyebrows.

“It’s a bit cramped. Your big shower is more suitable for that sort of thing.”

He nodded. “I guess you’re right.”

Quickly I rubbed the suds away, then stepped out. I grabbed a big pink towel and passed one to Andre.

He pressed it to his face before scrubbing it over his hair, and making it stick up messily.

After dabbing at the drips on my face, I patted the towel over my body and wrapped it around, securing it at my chest.

Andre was quick and industrious in drying and once finished dropped the towel over the wash bin. “Can I use this?” he asked, picking up a tube of moisturizer.

“Sure.” I hadn’t taken Andre for a night-cream type of guy. But I still had lots to learn about him.

He linked his fingers with mine, smiled gently, then led me from the room.

My bedroom was in darkness, only the warm glow of London offered a hint at the furniture. I drew the curtains and flicked on a bedside light.

Andre shut the door.

He sat naked on my bed.

My heart thudded, my breaths were quick. All day I’d been thinking about this moment. My pussy felt tender and twitchy with need, my breasts heavy with want.

“Come here, baby.” He held out his hand.

I smiled and unhooked the towel, allowing it to drop away.

His gaze drifted down my body, his pupils wide, his lips slightly parted. “Fuck,” he murmured, taking a hold of his cock. He worked it root to tip then back down again.

“That’s the idea,” I grinned and crawled onto the bed next to him.

Instantly I was in his arms, his kisses hungry and urgent.

I gripped his shoulders, loving how my sensitive nipples rubbed against his chest.

“I could come just thinking about you,” he said against my lips. “Have you any idea how much willpower it takes to not, at inappropriate times, like at the office?”

I smiled against his lips.

He ran his hand down my side, over my hip, then between my legs. His fingers probing and searching until he found my entrance and pushed into me.

I gasped and curled my toes. It felt good, but I wanted more, much more. “Please.”

“Please what?” he murmured.

“Fuck me, the way you said you would … now.”

Suddenly I was on my stomach, my cheek on the pillow. I drew in a sharp breath and stared at the curtains.

“Such a sexy ass,” he said, smoothing his hand over my buttocks. “So damn sexy.”

I parted my legs, wanting him inside me again.

“That’s it, let me in.” He slipped his fingers down the crack between my buttocks, over my anus, then into my pussy.

“Mmm … yeah…” I said, closing my eyes. “More.”

He shifted, so that he was between my legs.

I arched my back, offering myself to him.

“Give me strength,” he muttered, working his fingers in and out of me, fucking me with them.

I didn’t want his strength, not right now, I wanted him to unleash the passion he’d kept locked up all day. I wanted to be at the receiving end of all of his desires.

I moaned as he rubbed over my G-spot, and a lovely dense feeling spread within me. He could keep on doing that for a while, it felt fabulous.

With his free hand he massaged my ass cheeks, rubbed my lower back, pinched at the skin on my buttocks creating tiny stings.

I was folding in on myself, lost to sensation. Would I come like this? With his fingers stimulating me inside? I didn’t know. I’d surrendered to him, to whatever he wanted to do to my body.

He was exploring my crack again. His finger settled over my anus.

I bit on my bottom lip.

“Have you ever…?” he asked, slowing the way he was working my pussy.

“What?” I asked, pulling in a deep breath. “Have I ever what?”

“Here? Have you ever been taken here?” He pressed a little harder against my asshole.

I twitched away from the pressure. “No.”

He withdrew from my pussy, stopped touching me, and leaned over, his chest on my back and his mouth touching the shell of my ear. “I’d make it good for you, I promise.”

I didn’t reply.

“Imagine,” he went on. “If we were all in bed together. Me, you and Tristan.”

I swallowed and trembled, missing his touch. To have Tristan with us as well, right now, would be pretty damn awesome, I knew that much.

“If we were all together,” Andre said. “Fucking. Imagine if I was in your ass and Tristan in your pussy.”

Oh God. Really?

“It would be so good, Stella. We’d make you come so hard. We’d all come so hard and feel so connected, so part of each other. Two cocks inside you, making you orgasm over and over. You’d be ours, we’d be yours…”