He slid down her body, his mouth cruising lower and lower. His tongue flicked in her belly button, then traced the contour of her hip, his eyes brightening with feral male interest. He pressed a tender kiss below the bandage on her knee. “This is what I’m going to do.” His mouth was hot against her cool, swollen flesh. His tongue probing, testing, tasting. His fingers splayed on the insides of her thighs, pushing them wide open. With the slow, torturous onslaught of his lips and tongue, what else could she do but lose it? Pleasure coiled deep in her center and radiated through her pelvis. She rocked her hips toward him.

He lifted his head. “Anyway, that’s what I’m going to do. So next time I call you and tell you I’ll pick you up for lunch, I want you to be thinking of what I really want. And if you should be taking off those panties.” He got to his feet.

She blinked at him.

He grinned. “Did you want something else?”

“Oh my God. Don’t you dare stop.”

“You’re hot when you’re bossy.” He reached into the grocery bag still on the counter and withdrew a whole box of condoms. “But you have to keep the glasses on.”

She reached forward, grabbing him by the waistband of his jeans and pulling him back to her. Her fingers worked the zipper, and she freed him. His erection pulsed in her hand. A groan slid out of his lips. His head fell back as she closed her hand around him. Then he had the condom open and was pushing her hands aside to sheath himself. His T-shirt fell in the way. He tugged it over his head and tossed it over his shoulder.

“Now who’s in a rush,” she said.

He shoved his jeans down a few inches. “This is how I want you, all naked skin. Eager. Hot.” His eyes flicked to hers again. “Wet.”

He cupped her buttocks with both hands and slid inside her. Pleasure pierced her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him deeper.

He stopped moving. “Does this work for you, or do we need to go out into the elevator?”

“Will. You. Please. Stop. Talking.” She panted. Almost there.

“Yes, ma’am.” He took her hard and fast, rocketing her to a climax. His body shuddered to a halt as she pulsed around him.

He brushed a quick kiss across her temple. “You’re going to be thinking about that all day at work.”

Work! She glanced at the clock. “I’m going to be late for work.”

She ran for the bedroom, robe flapping around her bare legs. She showered in record time, then, because he’d tortured her into being his sex slave when she should have been getting ready, she put on her ultra conservative gray suit and pumps. Payback.