“You’ve had a long enough day, which included getting shot at.” She straightened. “Have you heard from Vander?”

Easton shook his head. “No news.”

She nodded, fighting back her disappointment. “We have an hour until we’re due at your parents.” There, she’d kept her voice pretty steady, not freaked out at all.

“Sorry, I wanted to give us time to go home and freshen up, but that’s not going to happen.”

Home. Like it was their home. Butterflies lit up in her belly. “I can freshen up here. As long as my outfit is okay.”

His gaze heated. “It’s more than okay.”

“For meeting your mother.”

Easton stalked to her, then closed the office door. Then she was in his arms.

Oh, God. The kiss exploded out of control. It felt like hours and hours since she’d kissed him.

He groaned. “I’ve watched your ass all day. I’ve been half hard in every meeting.”

She moaned. “We can’t do this here.”

He backed her up until she bumped against his desk. “Yes, we can. I’ve thought about this so many fucking times.”

“Easton—”

His hand stilled. “You saying no?”

She realized he’d stop. “No.” Because dammit, she’d thought about it, too.

He spun her, his hands shaping down her body. “These fucking skirts.” He cupped her ass. “Bend over the desk, Ms. Carlson.”

Pulse skittering like crazy, she bent over the desk. She was so aware of everything—the hard surface beneath her, Easton’s heavy breathing, the slide of her skirt on her skin, her soaked panties.

He slowly peeled her skirt up. “Harlow.” His hands kneaded her ass, toying with the elastic edge of her panties.

Then he yanked the scrap of lace down her legs.

He sank a hand into her hair, pulling her back enough to kiss her, his pants brushing against her bare ass.

Then one of his hands pressed to her shoulder blades, and the desk was cool under her cheek, while the rest of her was in flames.

His other hand slid between her legs, finding her damp folds.

“Damn, baby, is all this wet for me?” He tugged on her clit, then thrust a finger inside her. “Have you been wet all day, Ms. Carlson?”

She moaned. “Yes.”

“Then time for my naughty assistant to get her punishment.”

She heard the clink of his belt and her belly tightened. Anticipation was like lightning in her veins.

She felt the tip of his cock drag through her damp folds. Her palms clutched the desk.

Easton’s hands gripped her hips. “Hold tight, baby.”

“Easton—”

His hips plunged forward and he buried himself deep inside her.

* * *

Harlow’s husky cries mingled with the pleasure driving Easton.

He bent his knees, then thrust into her again. Their groans mixed.

He needed more. Needed to stamp himself on her.