Talking Dirty With the Boss: A Talking Dirty Novel (Entangled Indulgence) (6 page)

She headed out into the
Total Tech
reception then down the short corridor that led to the stationery supply room and the office bathrooms. Stopping around the corner from the reception area so they were out of view, she turned.

“My underwear, I presume?” she inquired.

Luke said nothing, merely put out his hand and uncurled his fingers. And sure enough, there were her panties sitting dead center of his palm.

“What a gentleman.” Reaching out, she grabbed the material from him, and though she tried to prevent it, her fingers brushed his palm. More sparks, a fiery wash of them up her arm, a sensual heat that had her pulling her hand back as though he was a fire she’d accidentally burned herself on.

Fighting the rush of adrenaline, she pulled on her usual cool, sexy front, forcing herself to meet his eyes. They burned silver, like a magnesium flare. “T-thank you,”’ she said, unable to prevent the tiny stutter.

Luke said nothing. Just stared at her

Sexual tension built, stoked by their earlier kiss, flickering between them.

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” he said abruptly, his voice hoarse. “I can’t stop thinking about that kiss. Or the way you felt in my arms as we danced. Or your ridiculous underwear. You’ve just ruined my meeting and now I can’t concentrate. And I have to concentrate or else nothing works. I need you gone from my head, Marisa Clair. I need you gone now.”

Marisa opened her mouth, but nothing came out. She stood there like a silly teenage girl gaping at a film star. Because all she could think about was how close the stationery supply room was and how no one hardly ever went in it. How she could grab his tie, pull him inside, deal with the craving that was driving them both insane…

Fantastic. She was thinking about doing her freaking boss in the supply room.

Could her life be any more of a cliché?

Chapter Four

“Well?” Luke demanded. “What have you got to say for yourself?”

Stupid, stupid man. Did he think he was the only one thoroughly pissed off by this attraction? Oh no, he wasn’t. “I don’t like this any more than you do, believe me.”

Luke took a step toward her and suddenly the wall was hard at her back, the Cyborg CEO inches away from her front.

Except he wasn’t much like a cyborg now. His eyes were molten and he was staring at her as if he wanted to eat her alive. Men looked at her all the time, but she could always stare down the ones she didn’t want, frightening them off.

But not Luke. He held her gaze. Met it. Matched it.

He put one hand on the wall beside her head. Then the other. Caging her in.

Her breath caught in her throat.

Holy freaking hotness, Batman.

“We need to do something about it.” His voice was rough, and man, she loved the sound. “We need to get this out of the way.”

She couldn’t stop staring at his mouth, at the full shape of his lower lip. At the way it hinted at softness in a man who was hard all over. It was biteable. Lickable. What would he do if she licked him? Would he get more starchy? God, she could still taste his kiss.

“Yeah,” she muttered thickly. “You’re not wrong about that.”

She could feel the warmth coming from him, could smell the fresh, clean scent of his aftershave. It was almost like the ocean, different from the spicy, somewhat overwhelming scents of the men she was used to. Like a splash of cold water on burning skin.

“But doing something about it would be against the rules,” he said, not moving an inch.

There was an ache between her thighs. What a time to be reminded that she wasn’t wearing any underwear.

Ah, screw the rules. Because cliché or not, there was only one option with chemistry this intense. Only one way to control it. And it did not involve obeying any freaking rules.

“Haven’t you heard that rules are made to be broken?” she said softly.

Luke kept right on staring at her. “No. Rules keep everything running smoothly and without complications.”

Oh boy. She had her work cut out for her here. “But this is a complication.”

His gaze dropped her mouth, then farther down to her throat. “Yes. A major one.”

“Which means we have to do something about it, right? If you want to keep things running smoothly, that is.”

He didn’t move, still caging her against the wall. “I’m open to suggestions.”

She shivered, loving being small and fragile next to his height and power. Next to the sheer intensity of him. “Well, as it happens, I do have one “ Her voice was all but a whisper. “But it’s probably a little too wild for you.”

Really, it was a little too wild even for her, but they had to get this insane attraction out of the way somehow. Put it behind them. Indulging themselves might improve their working relationship in the long run, enable them to both be more professional with each other.

Yeah, have sex in order to be professional. Totally worked for her.

And then there was the issue of Christie and Joseph. She and Luke needed to be able to get along since their best friends were married to each other, and wouldn’t drawing a line under it actually help in that regard?

Hell, she’d be doing it for Christie and Joseph’s sake. She owed it to them, even.

You’re thinking way too much about this.

Yeah, okay, she was. Perhaps she should stop.

“Too wild?” His attention had dropped once more, to her throat, then down farther to where the button on her blouse had come undone. “What’s too wild?”

“This.” Marisa shot out a hand and grabbed his tie, curling her fingers around it. Then she tugged his mouth down on hers.

Desire exploded between them like a can of petrol hurled onto an open fire.

Luke didn’t pull back, didn’t hesitate. He pushed her hard against the wall and devoured her like he’d been starving for weeks and she was his first taste of food.

Every single thought in Marisa’s head instantly burned to ashes as hunger arced through her. She put her arms around his neck, pressing herself against his body, feeling his heat and power even through the muffling layers of clothing. Reveling in it.

“A kiss is too wild?” he said roughly against her mouth.

“No.” She had a better idea, a much better idea. “I’m thinking about way more than that.”

She put one hand behind her, found the door handle to the stationery supply room, and opened it. Then she pulled Luke in after her.

The room was, as she’d hoped, empty.

Luke kicked the door shut behind him and Marisa opened her mouth, about to take charge of the situation as she always did. But then his hands gripped her hips and he turned her, pushed her up against the door, his tall, powerful body pinning her there. Holding her there.

“I’m guessing you’re thinking sex.” His voice had rough undertones that made her want to shiver. “In here.”

“Sure. Why not? This unable-to-keep-our-hands-off-each-other thing is a complication, right? So let’s handle it.”

His eyes glowed molten silver. “Now?”

“Yeah, now. The sooner we get this over with the sooner we can both go back to our normal lives.”

“This wasn’t the kind of suggestion I had in mind.”

“Hey, buddy, if you’ve got a better idea about how to deal with it I’d like to hear it.”

Luke said nothing, standing so still it nearly drove her insane. She wished he would do something. Move those warm hands on her. All over her. Touch her. Relieve the ache that was getting worse and worse the longer they stood there.

Abruptly, his fingers gripped her chin and tilted her head back, his thumb brushing the line of her lower lip in a caress that caught her off guard in its gentleness. “No one can know,” he murmured. “Understand? This is between you and me.”

“Of course. Like I’d want everyone knowing me and the cyborg CEO have been knocking boots. My reputation would be ruined.”

A crease appeared between his brows. “Cyborg CEO? What reputation?”

But Marisa had had enough. Time to get this “dealing with it” show on the road. Instead of replying, she opened her mouth and bit the tip of his thumb.

The scorching look in his eyes flared, the breath hissing in his throat. “Stop that.”

“Make me,” she whispered.

Without a word, Luke bent his head and covered her mouth with his. A hard, deep kiss.

Oh wow. Clearly Luke McNamara had a dominant streak and she…she liked it.

Marisa gasped, kissing him back, all her good intentions about keeping control and handling this slipping away.

Because there was no handling this. No way to take charge or manage it. Together they were a forest fire and they were burning out of control.

Luke’s mouth moved over her jaw, down the line of her throat, pressing a burning kiss in the hollow where the bead of her necklace lay. She shivered. Holy crap, if this was what happened when he kissed her, how was she ever going to survive anything else?

Then his hand covered her breast, the heat of his palm melting through the sheer fabric of her blouse, and her mind blanked utterly. She groaned as his fingers found her nipple and pinched the hard tip, sending white-hot darts of pleasure straight between her legs.

Now.
She had to have him now.

Marisa pulled at his jacket with trembling fingers, desperate for some skin to touch, only to encounter yet more wool once she got it open. Dear Lord, a vest? Did men still wear vests these days? She tore at the buttons, getting it open so she could then attack those of his shirt.

“Oh my God,” she panted, frustrated. “What’s with all these damn buttons?”

But then all thoughts of buttons vanished as he jerked up her skirt. His hands slid up the backs of her thighs and she trembled. Because despite the wildness, he was gentle and she couldn’t remember the last time someone had touched her like that.

“Oh…God…” She pressed against him, her breathing ragged. He stroked the curve of her buttocks, squeezing, then slipped one hand between her thighs.

Marisa let out a choked moan, pleasure rippling through her as his fingers explored her slick flesh. His thumb brushed over her clit, circling, demanding, the raw intensity of the pleasure drawing another cry from her.

Holy crap. Who’d have thought Mr. Uptight would be so good with his hands?

Desperate, she fumbled with the buckle of his belt, pulling open his trousers. Wanting to touch him as he was touching her. Oh, this was going way too fast but man, what a rush.

Her hands pushed into his boxers, gripping him. He felt so good, hard and ready for her. “I want you,” she whispered thickly. “Now, Luke. Now.”

But he pulled her hands away, reaching into the back pocket of his trousers, bringing out a slim black wallet. He flipped it open, took a silver packet out, then dropped the wallet carelessly on the ground.

A condom. Excellent.

“I can put that on you if you want,” she offered breathlessly.

“No.” His gaze pinned her to spot. “I’ll do it. You stand there and watch.”

Demanding bastard. But for some insane reason Marisa found herself doing as she was told. Watching him as he ripped open the packet, then slowly rolled the latex down over his erection. God, she wanted to touch him like that. Put her hands on him. Squeeze him. Drive him insane…

He lifted his attention back to her. “Arms above your head.”

She blinked. “What?”

“Like this.” And he grabbed her hands, pushing them above her head and holding her wrists in one hand. Rendering her helpless. The sensation thrilled her in a way she couldn’t have articulated, and yet made her want to pull against him at the same time, take back the control again.

But he wasn’t having any of that. Holding her wrists more tightly, he somehow managed to get rid of the remaining material in his way, sliding one hand behind her left knee, drawing her leg up and around his waist.

Marisa closed her eyes, shaking. It was like she was on the edge of a cliff, ready to jump off. And then he was pushing into her, hard and deep, and she was falling. Plummeting through the sky, spinning around and around. Free-falling into ecstasy.

She’d forgotten she was in the supply room of her office. That all her work colleagues were out there only meters away. That the man she was with was her über-boss.

She’d forgotten everything but him and what he was doing to her.

“Oh…” she groaned, arching back against the door, the stretch of him inside her almost too much. Too intense. Pinned, helpless, he seemed to fill every part of her, invading her, taking her like a conquering hero.

And she loved it. Completely loved it.

“Look at me,” he ordered roughly and she did. Without question. Meeting his gaze.

Losing herself in it.

“Luke…” His name panted out as he moved, the rhythm becoming faster, harder.

And then all thought, all speech became impossible as the climax exploded around her, pushing her off the side of the world and out into space.

…

Luke stood there, holding a panting Marisa against the door, unable to understand quite how he’d gotten there. One minute he’d been standing with her out in the corridor, handing her back her panties. The next he was in a supply room, inside her, his pants around his ankles, his brain still ringing like a bell from the orgasm that had shattered it.

How the hell had that happened?

Like the sports cars he collected and drove, sex was an outlet, a way to let off steam. It was one of the only ways he could let himself go, but even so, losing it and screwing a woman up against a bloody door, at work, was
not
the right way to go about it.

You knew this would happen. You knew how volatile things were between you.

Cold washed over him. Yes, he had known. But he’d ignored it. Grabbed at her logic of “dealing with it” like a drowning man grabbing a life preserver. Broken his own rules and had sex with her. Because he’d wanted her and hadn’t been able to stop himself.

Unacceptable. Bloody unacceptable.

And all it had taken was one small, curvaceous woman in a pencil skirt and bunny panties.

He glanced down at her. Her hair was half coming out of her bun, golden curls hanging over one eye. Another button on her blouse had popped open, too, revealing lots of smooth, honey-gold skin. The contrast between the red cotton of her blouse and her bare flesh was enough to make him dry-mouthed and shaky with desire all over again.

She was beautiful, sensual. Uninhibited. All the things he didn’t have much time for. And he wanted her again.

Disturbed, Luke shoved himself away from the door and from her, his abrupt withdrawal making her blink. And as he turned round to deal with the condom, he realized he had another problem.

The cold intensified, then froze solid.

“Anything wrong?” Marisa’s voice sounded sleepy. “You’re standing there like a—”

“The condom broke,” he said roughly. After finding a piece of photocopying paper, he balled up the condom with it, threw the paper in the bin, then picked up the remains of the silver packet that were scattered on the floor. The expiration date was six months ago.

Shit.

“What do you mean broke?” She said the words as if she didn’t know what they meant. Then the expression on her face changed. “Oh. Broke.”

Already his mind had started to go over the possibilities of her being pregnant, what it would mean. Having a kid.
A family…

Luke shut the thought down. Having a normal life didn’t include a family.

Hiding his OCD from his business rivals who might call into question his ability to run a company was hard enough, let alone trying to hide it from a wife and child as well. And he’d have to hide it. Imagine his own family looking at him the way his parents had looked at him. Like he was crazy. It would be unbearable.

“You need to go to the doctor,” he ordered, trying to keep his voice from sounding as harsh as he feared it did.

Marisa’s eyes widened. “Excuse me?”

Reflexively, he tidied up his own clothing, then tidied hers, smoothing down her skirt, buttoning her blouse. “You have to go to the doctor. I don’t want a pregnancy.”