tattooed arms exposed, she gave off a bad-girl vibe that he was totally digging.
And she hadn’t been off base earlier—she wasn’t his usual type. Normally he gravitated toward women like Darcy, girls with fresh-faced good looks, casual clothes, and down-to-earth personalities. Pixie bad-asses with ink hadn’t played much of a role in his love life before now.
“Hi.” He approached her slowly, stopping when they were two feet apart.
“So…” Brett cleared her throat. “Not to state the obvious or anything, but…I’m here.”
“Did you do what I asked?”
“What you—oh.” A crimson blush stained her cheeks. “Yes.”
His cock twitched. “Show me.”
Despite her beat of hesitation, there was no mistaking the flare of lust in her eyes.
Without breaking eye contact, she grasped the bottom of her dress and teasingly drew it up her thighs.
AJ’s mouth went bone-dry as he watched the fabric slide higher and higher, revealing tantalizing glimpses of her smooth, fair skin. When the koi fish on her thigh became visible, he was hit with the memory of dragging his tongue over the tattoo while his fingers pumped inside her.
A groan slipped out as he focused on her bare sex. “Good girl,” he rasped. “That’s just what I wanted.” She was about to let the dress drop when his hand flew up to stop her. “No, keep holding it up.”
Her breasts rose as she sucked in a breath, but the material stayed bunched between her fingers.
“Spread your legs more,” he ordered.
She widened her stance, exposing herself fully to his hungry gaze. His cock had turned into a slab of marble, pressing painfully into his zipper, but he didn’t make a move to release it yet.
He’d never fucked a woman in his office before. He knew Gage and Reed got it on with Skyler and Darcy in their workspaces all the time, but AJ had always tried to act professional at work. Taking a woman on his desk would’ve felt like breaking the rules.
He was sick to death of rules.
“Walk over to the door,” he said softly. “Brace your hands on it and bend over. Make sure your dress stays up.”
Her breath caught. “What if I don’t want to?”
“Then you don’t get my cock.” Slanting his head in challenge, he slid his hand down his abdomen and cupped himself over his pants.
Brett’s eyes widened, lips parting seductively. Waves of arousal rolled off her slender body, and his own body responded in fervor, his erection thickening beneath his palm.
It occurred to him that they’d gone from hi to spread your legs in five seconds flat, but that only made the whole encounter even hotter. She wasn’t there so they could talk about their days.
She was there so they could make each other come.
Her breathing grew labored as she watched him rub the bulge in his pants. Then, without a single word, she walked to the door and did precisely what he’d commanded.
AJ chuckled. “That’s what I thought.”
He took a moment to admire the sexy-as-fuck picture she posed. Dark hair cascading down her back, high-heeled boots firmly planted on the ground, tight buttocks jutting out toward him.
Licking his lips, he came up behind her and cupped her bottom. Her flesh quivered beneath his palms, and when he squeezed, her entire body jerked. Chuckling again, he kept one hand on her ass and moved the other up to her breasts. He dipped his fingers beneath the neckline of her bodice and hissed through his teeth when he made contact with one naked breast. Christ, she hadn’t been kidding about not wearing bras. His head spun like a carousel at the realization that she’d been buck naked underneath her dress.
AJ leaned in and brushed his lips over her ear. “Did you think about me when you were at work today?”
“Yes.” Her voice was soft, shaky.
“Did you think about me touching you?”
“Yes.”
He caressed her ass cheeks, then moved one finger between the crease and glided it lower, until the pad of it toyed with her opening.
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