Chapter 59

Esther leads Miles to Lila’s office and then gestures for him to go inside. He saunters in like he owns the place, walking right up to the desk, before turning around and leaning on the edge.

I step into the room behind him.

“Close the door,” he says, so I do, pulling it shut behind me. Lifting his hand, he curls one finger in toward himself. “Come here.”

The commanding voice sends a pleasant shiver through me, but I ignore it. We’re still in the office. Even alone, we need to keep this professional.

“What did you want?” I ask as I walk closer.

The moment I’m within arm’s reach, he wraps grabs me around the waist and yanks me toward him. Leaning on the desk as he is, with his legs together, I’m forced to spread my own wide. I lift one knee up onto the edge of the desk to keep my balance, and to keep off of Miles as much as I can.

Effectively, however, I’m basically sitting in his lap.

One of his hands trails down from my waist to the curve of my ass. He squeezes and I gasp.

“We’ve done enough talking,” he says. His other hand, he lifts up to my face. Cupping my jawline, he easily urges me toward him until our lips press together in a heated kiss.

He runs his tongue along my bottom lip, coaxing my mouth open. The minute I give him entrance, his tongue surges inside, licking tantalizingly along my own tongue. I give back as much as I can, licking at his tongue as well, wanting to give as good as I get.

With claw-like fingers, I grip onto his shoulders. Logic and reason have flown out the window. It no longer matters to me where we are or just how inappropriate it is to be aggressively making out on my supervisors desk.

In this moment, all I care about is Miles. Being close to him. Feeling him.

More, more. I need more.

I drag one of my hands to the front of his shirt and start to loosen his tie. When it’s loose enough to reach under it, I undo the buttons of Miles’s shirt one after the next, only five or six down. Well enough for me to stick my hand through the opening.

To my frustration, he’s wearing a tank top underneath his shirt. I push my fingers up to the edge of it until I finally feel his bare, hot skin, near his collarbone.

Miles hums against my lips, a pleased sound. Between my stretched thighs, I feel something hard beginning to swell.

“Fuck, Esther,” he whispers, breathless, when we come up for air. Immediately, he drops his head to my neck and begins to suck in marks along my throat.

I drop my head back.

His hand goes into my hair and unties my bun. Immediately my hair loosens and drapes down my back.

I have no idea what prompted this. It could be a kind of thank you, I suppose, for conducting such a good interview. Or, he’s simply riled up from having to talk about the woman he’s so fond of, that now he needs to blow off steam here with me.

I should let it go, but it bothers me. Thinking of that other woman cools some of the heat quickly building up inside of me.

I lean back enough to pull my neck from his hungry mouth. His lips are red and his eyes are a little dazed. God, if I could take a picture…

“Is this a thank you?” I ask.

He blinks. “What?”

“Are you trying to thank me for asking the right questions?” I ask.

It takes a heartbeat or two, but eventually his brain returns enough to realize what I’m implying. He laughs.

“I knew you would do well, Esther,” Miles says. “This has nothing to do with that.”

“Then what is the reason for this?”

Miles’s brow pulls together slightly. “Do we need a reason?”

After what he said today about another woman? “Yes.”

Miles looks up, considering. “Alright.” His gaze snaps back to me and his wicked smile returns. “Let’s call this a punishment then, for getting me so hot the other night with that picture of you.”

My face ignites, burning hot. Since I don’t know yet whether to be embarrassed or horny, I settle for something in between. “I won’t send you anymore…”

Miles slaps my ass, causing me to jolt forward, grinding harder up against him. His dick twitches in response, pressing more firmly into my thigh. My nipples harden, my pussy gets damp, as a fresh wave of desire crashes over me.

I’ve never had my ass slapped before, even in jest. When Miles does it, I want to tear both of our clothes off and ride him right here on top of Lila’s desk. He’d do it again, if we were like that. Surely.

“Does my girl like that?” Miles whispers in my ear. He gently massages my ass where he slapped it. The slap didn’t hurt exactly, it was just surprising. I’m not sure how I’d feel if it hurt.

But I trust Miles. This seems enough for him and for me, for now. He wouldn’t push past my limits.

His lips at my ear, he licks along the shell. “I want more pictures, not less. In dresses, in lingerie, naked. Fuck, I don’t care. I can’t get enough of you. Of your body. Of your sexy eyes and the way you pout your lip.”

He brings his mouth back to mine and instantly, we’re kissing again, just as passionately as before.

With his hard dick tenting his pants between my thighs, I can’t help myself from rubbing down on it. It takes a few tries to get the angle right, but when I do – I break the kiss to gasp.

“Mi-“

He immediately covers my mouth with his hand.

“I wish I could make you scream, baby, but we have to be quiet right now.”

As horny as I am, those words still sheer straight through me. I stop moving at once. Grabbing his wrist, I pull his hand away from my mouth enough to say, “We can’t do this here. We have to stop.”

He sighs and pulls his hands away from me. “Shit.”

I step back, off of him and then a few feet more. My body trembles with desire. It takes everything I have to keep the distance.

He covers his eyes with his hand. “Give me a minute,” he says, before he starts muttering to himself, “Cold showers… Snow storms… Ice cubes…”

After a moment of this, and a rather impressive list that makes me think this isn’t the first time he’s had to kill his libido, Miles pushes up off the desk and drops his hands to his sides.

Looking at me, he says, “You make me do reckless things, Esther.”

“That feeling is mutual,” I reply. This is my place of employment. If anything happens here, I’d be kicked out. Maybe it’s a temporary job, but I’d at least like to keep my dignity intact, especially since most of the office things I’m happily married thanks to Garnar and his flowers.

Miles and I continue to look at each other.

“What now?” I ask. “We have to go out there.”

“In a minute,” Miles says, stepping closer to me. In a flash, his arms are back around me, and mine are around his. Our mouths find each other’s and we start kissing again.