She’d even wandered past reception a few times, peering down the elevator banks for him. Each time, she struck out, and cursed under her breath.

The minutes ticked by, and she was sorely tempted to break out one of her products, to lock her door and spend a few minutes with The Wild One, since that magical device did the trick in mere minutes; sometimes in seconds. But she resisted. Even if no one would know, she didn’t want to be the CEO of a sex toy company who actually did get herself off at her desk. Better to be a woman in control at the office.

Now it was past three, and that man needed to show up soon because she was getting pissed. She was turned on and she was frustrated, and that was not a pleasant combination. She didn’t like games or being toyed with. Leaving her door open, she picked up her phone and returned a few calls.

Midway through a conversation with a retail partner, he appeared.

Wearing a dark gray suit, a navy tie, and his jacket slung over his shoulder, held with one finger, he leaned against the doorway. Her throat went dry. He was so damn sexy. He didn’t even break a grin, just gazed at her with that same intense stare she’d seen in the hotel room. “I’ll call you back,” she said into the phone and hung up.

“Hi,” she whispered, her voice sounding crackly and dry.

He nodded, then stepped inside, turned to the door and pushed it shut. He walked over to her, and when he reached her desk he set down a black box with a red bow on it.

“For later. But first, I need to know if you did as instructed.”

She nodded, her eyes wide, her cheeks flush with heat.

He shook his head, and raised his finger to tsk her. “I need to know, Casey. That means,” he said, stopping to take his time, as if he were tasting each letter like a meal, “show me.”

Oh God. Her heartbeat sped up, and heat thrummed in her body.

He gestured with his fingers, signaling for her to move back. She pushed back in her chair, inched up her skirt, and opened her legs. She was so damn glad the only windows in her office looked out over the New York skyline, not the rest of the company.

His eyes narrowed, and he emitted a barely audible moan of appreciation. He walked around her desk, bent down, and cupped her chin in his hand. “Such a beautiful, bare pussy,” he said as he looked her in the eyes, then brought his lips to her ear. “I bet you want my mouth on you right now.”

“I do,” she said, her voice feathery.

“Wait,” he said. “Wait for later. Wait for me.”

Then he dropped his mouth to her lips and devoured her. He claimed her mouth, kissing her so passionately it was as if kissing was making love, kissing was fucking, kissing was sex with their lips. Heat pooled between her legs, where she ached. When he let go of her mouth, her vision was still fuzzy, and she was floating above the earth on a cloud of lust. It took a second to register what he was doing. He was reaching his hand between her legs, sliding one finger through her wetness, then bringing it to his mouth to lick it off.