Page 95 of Discretion

“Lock the door.” I almost didn’t recognize my own voice. It was deeper than usual, commanding.

We might be taking a lot of risks, but I would always doeverything in my power to protect Halle. Besides, I sure as hell wasn’t going to get caught with my pants down like my brother. I’d once walked in on Graham fucking Lily on his desk. And even though she’d no longer been his assistant—she’d been his wife—there was no way I was going to let anyone else see Halle like this.

I shuddered at the memory. It had been shocking enough to walk in on them. But to think that Graham—my uptight, brooding, older brother—had been so impulsive. Well, it gave me a whole new respect for him. Even if I wished I could erase the whole incident from my mind.

While Halle locked the door, I grabbed my phone to text my assistant that I did not want to be disturbed. Then I texted Sloan that I wouldn’t make it for lunch after all. I would’ve suggested that Halle and I go to her suite or my penthouse, but I didn’t think I could make it that far. My cock was already aching to be inside Halle, and if we left my office, I had no idea how to hide my hard-on. I also wouldn’t be able to guarantee that someone wouldn’t interrupt us on the way, asking for my attention to something.

No. This would have to do for now.

This past weekend had been slow and sensual, full of passion and love. I vowed that, soon, I would have her in my bed. I would take my time with her. I would worship her body fully and in the way she deserved. But this was not that moment.

And I knew that while she enjoyed sweet and sensual, Halle also craved reckless and passionate. So did I. That was part of what made us such a great match. She didn’t try to suppress my wilder instincts; she encouraged them.

I stood and loosened my tie while I drank in the sight of Halle as she walked toward me. She was fucking stunning.

A lavender silk button-down blouse draped over her breasts, tantalizing me with the promise of what lay beneaththe smooth material. A black pencil skirt clung to her hips. And those legs. Fuck me. Those legs.

But it was the dragonfly necklace that made me the happiest. She was mine. And even if no one else knew it, she was wearing my necklace.

“Shirt off. Now.” I wanted her naked, but that would have to be enough for now. Anything more was too risky.

Oh, who the hell was I kidding? I was about to have sex with an employee. In my office.

But all thoughts of risk and consequences fled my mind the moment Halle started unbuttoning her shirt. Slowly. Deliberately. Teasing me with every button loosened from its slot.

I crooked my finger, enjoying the way she watched me with a heated expression. “Come here.”

She came to stand before me but then shoved me gently in the direction of my chair. “Sit.”

I readily complied, sinking into my chair, more than willing to do her bidding.

“I thought I was going to be the one doing the talking,” I teased as she slid to her knees before me. Though the only thing I wanted to use my mouth for was kissing her.

“What are you waiting for?” She started unbuttoning my pants.

What was the question again?

She laughed, and I realized I’d said that aloud. I loved the sound of her laughter, light and effervescent. Even when it was at my expense. I’d make a fool of myself for this woman, all to hear her laugh.

I eased up so she could work my slacks and boxers over my hips, my cock springing free. She grinned, her lips curving into the most delicious smile. She was a sight to behold. Confident. Taking exactly what she wanted. I loved to see it. I loved her.

“Halle, love,” I rasped, threading my fingers through her hair.

She leaned into my touch, and I loved that we had these tender moments mixed in with the passionate ones. “Jasper.”

She took me in her hand, a smile playing at her lips. “So…are you going to talk?”

She licked me from root to tip, teasing, sampling, taunting. I gripped the armrests.Fuck me.

“I’m a little…” I hissed, “distracted at the moment.”

She peered up at me, lapping at the tip of my cock. “Should I stop?”

“Fuck no.” I slid my hand to the back of her neck, cupping her there. Pleasure infused my blood, making me feel light-headed. My hold on her was the only thing keeping me grounded in reality.

She tapped her index finger on my thigh—not too hard, but hard enough to get my attention. “Then I suggest you find a way to multitask.”

“You are so fucking beautiful,” I choked out the words, even though I knew that wasn’t what she meant. I didn’t fucking care. “On your knees for me, sucking my cock like you were made to do it.”