“Come here.” He shifted his chair so it was facing away from the table.
“Why?” She wanted to obey, but she forced herself to remain seated.
“I’d like a better look at what you showed the other night. A closer look.”
The throbbing between her legs made her shift on her seat. If she got too close and he touched her, she’d let him do anything. She wanted him that badly. She stood. “No touching.”
He frowned but nodded.
She walked over to him, her hands shaking a little.
She did as he commanded.
“Raise your skirt.”
Her hands trembled as she gathered the cloth between her fists, slowly raising it to right below her butt.
“Higher, please.” His voice was a whisper of desire that twisted in her stomach and settled between her thighs.
“That’s as high as I went the other night.” She wanted to raise her skirt all the way and sit on his lap, take him inside of her, but this wasn’t the time. They still had a contract to go over.
“May I touch you.” He’d leaned forward, his breath a heated caress at the small of her back. “Just where your skin is bare.”
She shouldn’t, but she nodded. She could swear she heard the smile in his exhale as his hand, rough and warm ran up her outer thigh and then down before sliding around to the back. His fingers trailed upward, this time on her inner thigh. It was a slow caress and she wanted to spread her legs to give him better access, but he stopped right at her skirt. Her heart pounded, wanting him to continue and his breathing was warm and ragged on her legs.
His voice was barely a whisper but it may as well have been a command because there was no way she could disobey. When she turned, his face would be right where she wanted it.