Alejandro frowned as Deja pushed him away, gently but surely. He watched as she pulled her purse from her arm, reminding him that his own bag was still slung across his chest, they’d been so eager to touch each other. He blushed and pulled his bag over his head. They smiled awkwardly at one another as they dropped their bags into one of her office chairs.

He grabbed the lapels of his coat, and Deja stopped him with her small hands on his chest again.

“Wait,” she whispered again.

He didn’t know how she did it, but that one word did something to him that he could barely explain even with all his years of training. Each time she uttered it, his heart stuttered and stopped, his pulse raced, and his desire peaked. No one had ever made him feel that way before.

“Is that all you’re going to say to me? ‘Wait?’” he asked in amusement.

She looked at him through her eyelashes, with a small playful smile on her face. She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth as she ran her hands down his chest. His abs jumped in surprise at the boldness of her touch. She pressed her palms harder against him as her hands moved back up his chest and slipped inside his jacket to push it from his shoulders. It was the single sexiest thing any woman had ever done to him, and he was rock hard by the time she threw his coat on top of their bags.

In Alejandro’s dreams about Deja, this was usually the part when he’d wake up covered in sweat, his dick pulsing and leaking inside his boxers, with his only recourse to take his shaft in hand and close his eyes. He’d stroke himself while he dove back into whatever fantasy he’d been having about Deja, but this wasn’t a dream, and in the real world, she was even better than he’d ever imagined.

“I’ve wanted to do that since the day we met,” she whispered, almost shyly, nervously making eye contact. She held his gaze as she backed away until the backs of her thighs bumped into her desk.

“So my plan worked?” he asked with a grin as he followed her as if she was reeling him in, because she was, even if she didn’t realize it.

“Your plan?”

“I might peacock a little. For you,” he admitted.

Her mouth fell open, and her eyes widened. “This can’t be real. I’ve literally had dreams about you putting on a suit.”

“On?”

“And then taking it off,” she added.

He burst out laughing. “I’m happy to make that fantasy come true whenever you want.”

“Oh my god,” she groaned, covering her cheeks and shaking her head in embarrassment.