I didn’t do things like this.

Rock touched my arms, gently pulled me up, and turned me around to face him. I couldn’t meet his gaze.

He lifted my chin so I had no choice. “You’re incredible.”

I didn’t feel incredible. A tug of war was raging inside me. Half of me wanted to slink away and hide in a cave of embarrassment. The other half of me wanted to rip the clothes off of his muscular body and start all over again.

One orgasm, and I was usually done.

I’d just had the most explosive orgasm of my life—fully clothed and in my office, no less—and I was ready to go again.

I opened my mouth to speak but then shut it abruptly. What could I say to him? Tell him that the last ten minutes had been the most exciting in my life, but it could never happen again? Ever? Tell him I was sorry for acting so unprofessionally? Yes, I had been unprofessional. Ridiculously unprofessional. But sorry?

No. I wasn’t sorry. Not the least bit.

I cleared my throat and pulled my skirt down over my ass and thighs. Remarkably, my stockings and garter belt were still in place. In the corner of my eye, I could see the remains of my thong on the carpet.

“It’s a shame to cover you back up,” Rock said, grinning.

I cleared my throat again, trying—and failing—to think of something to say to defuse this situation. He discreetly disposed of the condom and the threads of my thong, and then re-buttoned his jeans.

It’s a shame to cover you up too.

The words were lodged in my throat, unable to emerge.

I hadn’t even seen him. Only felt him. And suddenly it became of the ultimate importance to me to see his dick, to lay eyes on the instrument that had given me so much pleasure.

Too bad that would never happen.

“I must be better than I thought I was,” Rock said. “I seem to have rendered you incapable of speech.”

If my cheeks weren’t already red as a stop sign, they sure as heck were now.

“You going to say anything?”

Once more, I cleared my throat. “I think we need to set up an appointment. Your father gave me explicit instructions for your takeover of the company. Not that I understand any of them as I’m not a corporate attorney, but Reid will. We need to nail down—”

He touched my cheek ever so gently. Sparks shot through me.

“The only thing I want to nail down, Lacey, is you. I want to fucking nail you again and again.”

I gulped.

“We just had sex,” he said. “Really good—albeit too damned short—sex. Are you going to acknowledge that at all?”

“I have a job to do,” I said. “The fact that we just had sex—”

“Not sex. Really good sex.”