Everything Bared (Six-Alarm Sexy) Page 7

  Eyes-wide, mouth slack, she shook her head. He fought the urge to grin.

  “Good.”

  Yanking the hem of her shirt up, he exposed her breasts, encased in a serviceable cotton bra. The peaked nipples poked through the slim white material, making his mouth water. “So beautiful.” He lowered his head, eager to suck one into his mouth when a noise at the door caught his attention.

  Reality crashed back as he heard Larissa calling after Torval, who was no doubt beelining for the door.

  Shit! “Quick, under the desk.” He helped Danielle up and pointed to the enclosed space at his feet.

  “You can’t be serious.”

  “I am.”

  She rolled her eyes, then crawled under the desk. He dropped into his chair and scooted forward, careful to avoid kneeing her in the face. He was going to hell for this, and Danielle would be the one to point out the way.

  Grabbing the stack of papers he’d shoved aside earlier, he spread them out in front of him and pretended to read. When Torval barged into the office, slamming the door against the wall, William pasted a surprised look on his face.

  A harried Larissa followed close on Torval’s footsteps. “Sir, I tried to stop him.”

  She stepped farther into the office and seemed as though she were coming to stand beside him, her usual place in meetings. “No!” he said, practically shouting. She froze, shocked by his outburst. He swallowed and lowered his voice. “I’ll take care of this, Larissa. Thank you.”

  Under the desk, Danielle’s hands fumbled with his trousers. Good idea. Last thing he needed was for the union leader to catch him with his pants down. He could only imagine the headlines: “CFO caught jacking off on company time.” And if Torval discovered Danielle hidden beneath his desk? He shuddered. The President of the United States might have survived it, but William wouldn’t.

  As soon as Larissa exited the office, Torval moved forward, brandishing what appeared to be the talking points memo William had sent him that morning. “Caldwell, I’ve got a bone to pick with you.”

  “I don’t have much time. What’s the pr—”

  Cool air hit his cock, and all ability to speak or even form thoughts, disappeared as Danielle’s hot, wet lips closed over his own bone.

  Was this hell? It sure felt like heaven.

  Thought he’d hide her under his desk, did he? Thought she’d quietly follow his orders, did he? Ha! Just went to prove he didn’t know her at all. Trapped and cramped, her ego more than a little bruised, Dani got to work. She’d tease him a little and satisfy her own curiosity at the same time. She gripped Will’s very erect cock at the base and slowly swirled her tongue around the swollen head, dipping into the slit for a taste of him. Will’s quad muscle tightened under her hand.

  Oh yeah, Mr. CFO. You’re going to pay for this.

  Will cleared his throat. “On second thought, I’m a little busy right now. Make an appointment with Larissa and we’ll talk later in the day.”

  A little busy? She’d show him a little busy. Dani ran her tongue along the shaft, using her teeth to gently nip here and there. When she swiped at the underside of his cock in that sensitive spot all men had, he gasped. Bingo. She fought to keep from doing a fist pump.

  She heard something—the bag of food?—hit the desk above her head, then some shuffling and the groaning of wood as Will’s guest settled into a chair. “We’re talking now,” Torval said.

  Will tensed and his voice sounded strained. “You’ve got two minutes.”

  “I’ve got as long as I need,” Torval shot back.

  Dani bristled for Will at the man’s tone. Why was Will taking this guy’s shit? Who was he anyway? She rubbed Will’s thigh to show her support. Her heart seemed to burst with warmth when he reached under the desk and threaded his fingers in her hair.

  “Get started. You’ve got one minute and forty-five seconds,” Will said in that voice.

  A surge of need washed over her and she was suddenly desperate to taste him, to please him, to please herself. And despite the tension in the office, Will’s cock was still fully engorged and fully engaged. Unable to resist the temptation, she kissed and nibbled her way down his erection to the root, then made her way back up to the crown.

  “These talking points are unacceptable. Only a three-percent salary increase a year for the next three years? The union members will never vote for this.”

  “It’s what we can afford.” Will’s fingers tightened in her hair.

  “We demand three-and-a-half percent the first two years, then five percent the third year.”

  Poor Will. Union negotiations were such a pain in the ass. She loved her union, but she hated all the haggling. Wanting to ease his struggles, she opened her mouth and loosened her throat before swallowing him deep. He shoved his other hand into her hair and gripped her head.

  His voice strangled, Will said, “That’s not going to—”

  When his cock hit the back of her throat, he cut himself off and she heard the grinding of his teeth. She pressed her tongue against him and slowly pulled back. He groaned, then coughed in an obvious attempt to cover it up. Had Torval heard it?

  No one spoke.

  Will let go of her head and clutched the armrests of his chair. She didn’t move. Just waited.

  “Three-point-five percent isn’t going to happen,” Will continued after several long moments. “I’ve run the numbers and Caldwell Fine Furnishings can’t afford more than three percent. If the union forces us higher, there will be layoffs.”

  “You make it sound like we’re in financial trouble.”

  Will blew out a stuttering breath that had Dani’s chest aching in sympathy. She knew how much the company meant to him and his family. “The budget is very tight.”

  Guilt made her stomach queasy. This conversation was getting way too serious, and Will certainly didn’t need to be distracted by her teasing. What the hell had she been thinking anyway? This was his workplace. His family’s business. They weren’t conducting a scene, for Christ’s sake. This was real life. Shit. She sat back on her heels and released Will’s cock, cringing at the slight popping sound.

  Torval snorted.

  “What?” Will snapped.

  “The company’s budget may be tight, but you certainly don’t seem to be hurting. I guess a CFO makes good money.”

  “You know I didn’t accept the CFO salary when I took this job.”

  Now this was interesting. Will certainly enjoyed fine things. How did he afford them if he wasn’t being paid a full salary?

  “Even more curious then, wouldn’t you say?” Apparently, Torval had the same question.

  Given the tight quarters, Dani felt Will’s entire body stiffen like a used hose left in the cold. “What are you implying, Torval?”

  Torval chuckled, the nasty sound pissing Dani off. What was the bastard getting at? Just when Will’s legs had tensed to the point where she was sure he was going to spring on his unfortunate employee—and what a sight that would have been with his equipment hanging out—Torval added, “Relax, Chief. It was a simple observation.”

  Relieved, Dani let out the breath she’d been holding. Right onto Will’s still-exposed cock. Oops! He hissed and thrust into her mouth.

  “You okay, Caldwell?” Torval asked.

  She massaged Will’s thighs and accepted his demands, taking him deep. Unbelievably, his cock seemed to grow even longer and thicker in her mouth, and it pulsed like a heartbeat. She eased back until her lips were wrapped around the tip, then swallowed him again. His musky taste excited her, invaded her mind. Would that Torval dude never leave?

  Will’s knuckles were white against the dark wood of his chair. “This meeting is over,” he ground out. “Next time we talk, it will be in the presence of CFF’s lawyers. Now get out of my office.”

  A rustling sound indicated that the other man had risen. She hoped he’d make a quick exit. Will was close, so close. Coming in the presence of the union leader would not help Will’s
case at all. Although… Shit. That was sexy. Damp heat warmed her thighs. She wanted to be the one watching Will. To slip off his pinstriped suit jacket, to loosen his silk tie and unbutton the designer shirt that probably cost more than her rent. She wanted to see if his face darkened when he came, if he kept his eyes open or if he closed them. Did he make any noise? Did he shout, or just groan deep in his throat as hot jets shot from his cock?

  There were so many things she wanted to know about him, and not only what he was like in the bedroom—or in the office as the case may be. She wanted to learn about his past. Why he was so different from his brothers, why he’d wanted to be an accountant, what he did to relax, what foods he preferred. What his dreams were. And whether she had any place in them.

  Dani slid her tongue around the cock stretching her mouth and stifled a moan. She was in way over her head with this man. Questions like these would get her only one thing—trouble.

  Chapter 6

  The office door slammed, startling Dani. She jerked and her teeth closed on Will’s cock. Not tenderly, but rather… involuntarily. Shit! She released him and ran her fingers over his length, searching for any injuries.

  Moaning, he grabbed her hands and his thighs flexed as he pushed the chair back. “Get up here,” he practically growled.

  A shiver skittered over her skin as Dani stumbled out from under the desk, off-balance without the use of her hands to steady her. Was he pissed? His face was tense, the flesh tight over his cheekbones and jutting jaw. A muscle jumped in his cheek. But his eyes? They burned. Now it was her turn to suck in air. Her blood turned molten as she took in the sight of a fully aroused Will. How had Torval not known what was going on? He had to be the least observant turd on the planet.

  She swallowed and met Will’s blazing gaze. “I… I’m so sorry. This was really inappropriate. I shouldn’t have taken advantage of you like that.”

  “Did you think it was some sort of joke?” He dug his fingers through his hair, leaving it adorably ruffled. This must be how he looked after sex. She so wanted to find out for sure. Had she blown her chances? It wouldn’t be surprising if she had, given how she’d behaved.

  He continued to stare at her, his jaw clenching when she licked her dry lips. His erection bobbed between them, begging for attention. “It started out as a joke. A little harmless payback, you know?” She tried to make light of it, tried to smile, but her throat was so tense and raw, she could barely breathe.

  “Let me get this straight, so there are no misunderstandings. Blow jobs in the workplace are a joke to you, Ms. Harris?” His voice was hard, authoritative. Longing pooled in her belly and she squeezed her thighs together. What was wrong with her? Why was she finding all of this so damn exciting?

  When she didn’t answer, Will continued. “Do you do this sort of thing often? No wonder the guys on the rescue team like you so much.”

  She recoiled, as if he’d punched her in the gut. And that’s exactly how his words felt. “Fuck you, Will,” she spat, tearing her wrists from his grasp. “I should have known you’d turn out to be an asshole, like all the others.” Actually, he was a worse asshole. He’d rejected her before finding out the truth about her. She shuddered, thinking what his reaction would have been. Thank God she’d found out what a jerk he was before she’d revealed anything. Giving him her back, she rounded his desk. If she never laid eyes on him again, it would be too soon. Although, she’d really miss his family. And fuck. Where was she going to go now? She certainly couldn’t stay with him.

  A hand on her arm stopped her momentum. “Please, give me a minute. I know that was unwarranted. Let me try to explain.”

  “Fine.” Snarling, she crossed her arms over her chest and stared at him. She’d give him his minute, but not a damn second more. His head fell back against his chair and he pinched the bridge of his nose in a gesture that reminded her of Jamie. He took a deep breath and opened his eyes. “Danielle, I’m the one who’s sorry. Please, forget I said that.”

  “Some things can’t be unsaid, Will.”

  “You’re right. Of course.” He leaned forward and dropped his head into his hands. He looked so crestfallen, she couldn’t help forgiving him a little.

  Leaning against the desk, she adjusted her clothing. Will straightened and his hot gaze followed each movement. She took pity on him. “Listen, I wanted to get back at you for making me feel like a cheap whore, and I went and acted like one instead. All you did was call me on it. I think we’re even.”

  “No!” he shouted, his eyes filling with horror. He got to his feet, barely managing to grab onto his pants before they dropped to his knees. A smile tugged at her lips. Why couldn’t she stay mad at this man?

  “You’re doing it again, putting yourself down. And I did it too.” He cupped her shoulders, squeezing gently. “This is my fault. I was aroused as fuck by what you were doing to me. I just wanted Torval to leave so we could finish what we’d started.”

  Unable to see the suffering on his face without offering some comfort, she ran the backs of her fingers along his cheek.

  “When he accused me of… when he threw that at me, all those feelings flipped, like a switch. I went from being sexed up to riled up. All I could see was red, and like the asshole I am, I took it out on you.” He covered her hand with one of his own and brought it to his lips where he pressed butterfly kisses on her knuckles. “Please forgive me. It was wrong, and I’m so sorry.”

  Will had lashed out at her, but then again, she’d gone way too far. If they’d been discovered, that union guy would have made sure Will lost his job. Had their situations been reversed, she wasn’t so sure she’d be as understanding. Resting her forehead against his, she gripped his waist. “You know what they say about cheating husbands?” she whispered.

  “Ah… no. What?”

  “They’re always suspicious of their wives.”

  He tilted his head back and frowned. “I’m not following.”

  “Maybe he’s accusing you to deflect attention from himself.”

  “A diversion.” He dropped into his chair and tugged on her arm until she sat on his lap. “Hmm… I never thought of that. I’ll have my team start auditing the books. If something funny is going on, we’ll figure it out.”

  Dani glanced at her watch and groaned. “I have to go get Coco at the dog spa.”

  His eyes bulged. “Dog spa?”

  “Coco loves her mani and pedi,” Dani said, laughing at the expression on Will’s gorgeous face.

  His eyes sparkled with humor as he pulled her against him. She pressed herself into his firm chest and squeezed her eyes shut. The heat of his hands burned through her work shirt and she wanted nothing more than to stay in his arms forever. She loved seeing him happy, loved knowing she’d put that smile on his face.

  He shifted beneath her legs and his erection rubbed against her thigh. Reaching down, she took it in her hand, stroking the silky flesh with her thumb. She raised an eyebrow. “Rain check?”

  Leaning forward, he kissed the tip of her nose. The fresh scent of his cologne teased her senses and made her yearn for more with this man.

  “I’ll be home at six.”

  She gulped. “I’ll be waiting.”

  Where the fuck is she?

  William checked the whole condo, every room, even the balcony. Empty. He glanced at his watch again, just to be sure. Past six. She should be here. I’ll be waiting, she’d said. He’d had a raging hard-on all afternoon, and his concentration had been shit. He’d been so focused on coming home, to her…

  With a vicious yank, he loosened his tie and poured himself a drink. The Glenlivet burned a path down his throat as he swallowed half the tumbler. He refilled the glass before walking outside. His mind instantly filled with images of Danielle, standing nearly naked in the candlelight. The memory of her taste made his tongue tingle. What was it about her? He’d never obsessed about a woman before, certainly not like this. Hell, a couple weeks ago, he could barely stand her. Everything about
Danielle had rubbed him the wrong way: her athletic figure, her brashness, the way she spoke, the way she dressed, the way she deliberately pushed his buttons. Strangely, those were now the very things that attracted him to her. She reminded him of some of the women he’d enjoyed when he’d partied at those clubs with Jamie. Free-spirited. Fearless. And totally unsuitable.

  He tossed back the rest of the Glenlivet and shrugged off his jacket. Might as well make himself comfortable. He unlaced his shoes and removed his socks, placing everything neatly beside the chaise. Then he stretched out and wiggled his toes, enjoying the cool breeze from the Sound as it fanned over his bare feet. Days like this made the winter rains bearable.

  Eyes closed, he relaxed into the thick cushions and let the sun warm him. He’d just reached that dreamy in-between state, not quite awake, not quite asleep, when what felt like a piano landed on his lap. A sharp bark identified the owner of the claws parked dangerously close to his dick. When he opened his eyes, he was face-to-face with a very playful and sweet-smelling Coco.

  The dog moved in for a lick.

  Oh no! It was bad enough he’d have fur all over his suit, he would not have dog slobber all over his face. Even if her breath did smell like she’d just had her fangs cleaned. But how to stop her? His feet were on the chaise, so saying heel wouldn’t work. The dog was already sitting, so that wouldn’t work either.

  “Down,” he ordered, accompanying the words with a snap and gesture of his hand. He hoped it was a command she knew.

  Coco barked and jumped off the chaise. Immediately, she sat beside it, tail wagging and an expectant look in her eyes.

  Remembering what Danielle had taught him, he added a hasty, “Good girl.”