Page 39 of Nothing to You (Nothing to… #7)

“The difference between me and Zairn is, he has his pussy with him and doesn’t need yours. You don’t need a view here because the drapes can stay closed. You’d be on your back for a week as soon as you got here.”

“Only a week? You losing interest?”

“If I was losing interest, I wouldn’t be telling you to take your shirt off. Take it off.”

“I’m sitting in an office on Roxie’s floor in Rouge HQ. I don’t think her people would like to watch us having sex.”

“We do it in my office.”

“Yeah, which you own. You want to explain that to Zairn?”

“I can or…”

He took his phone out and a second later, the surrounding walls went dark.

“How did you do that?” she asked as her lights flickered on.

“I told you we have access. Now, shirt.”

“You are going to hell,” she said, but started to unbutton. “Is the door locked?”

“Does it matter? You don’t care if people know.”

“When we’re together, but what the hell kind of people have video sex in the middle of the day and in the office?”

Come to think of it, what kind of people did do that? Even while wondering, she opened her shirt.

“People with their priorities straight. Now I know what you meant about being too far away. Distance is a bad thing when it comes to your tits.”

“Is this a trade?” she asked, rolling her chair from the table closer to the wall-mounted camera. “I give you a show and you build a wing for my mom?”

“If that’s what gets you off,” he said, discarding his jacket and grabbing a chair to turn it her way. “Is that what we’re doing? Big, bad boss man. Yeah, you want your mom to be safe and close and have the best care available? I want your fingers in your pussy now. Take off your panties.”

Going full nude in the office could give someone a real shock. She still didn’t know if he’d locked the door. Adrenaline shimmered through her as she gathered up her skirt, taking her butt from the chair just enough to wriggle out of her panties.

“I’m having fun already.”

She tossed her underwear toward the camera and he laughed.

“Mine for yours, Boy Scout. Tie off, shirt open, and I want your cock out of your pants.”

“Does it have to be in that order?” His deliberately uncomfortable movement curled her lips. The last on the list was begging priority. “Fuck, I want you,” he mumbled, unbuckling his belt to free his dick before he got to taking off his tie and loosening a few buttons. “Let me see it, Radley.”

“I didn’t read this section of my contract,” she said, sliding her butt to the edge of her seat, parting her legs further to let her fingers slip through her folds. “Is this standard operating procedure?”

“For us, yes,” he said. “I’ve been thinking about it all day. Your pussy fucking haunts me.”

“It is possessed.”

His fist tightened around his shaft, working slowly, matching the pace of her fingertips tormenting her clit.

“Yeah, by me. Fuck, baby. I want to be inside. I should be inside—”

“Every minute,” she whispered, raising her hips.

Her head went back, and her lips dried, in need of his. “You want me on top, want me riding you hard, gasping, desperate for you?”

“You got me, baby. Fuck, you got me. Right fucking here. You ride fucking hard, but you know I’ll put you on your back, slam into you, fuck you hard, empty my balls into that sweet, tight cunt.”

“Oh, naughty, Boy Scout. Playing makes you bad.”

“You’re bad,” he said.

The need in his voice was obvious, but her own eyes closed, losing herself in the fantasy like he was really there. Like everything they said was true and happening to her in that vivid moment.

“You do it. You make me bad. All your demands. The way you need to be inside me.”

“You make me want you, make me need you. Fuck. Being inside you is the only place I want to be. The way your pussy squeezes my cock. Shit, baby. That noise, that gasp, it’s like you’re calling to me.”

Moving with her own fingers, she sped up, picturing them together. Just like he said. Picturing being beneath him, feeling him everywhere. The heat of their desperate bodies, the panting, sweating, breathing, needing.

“Xavie,” she pulled the word in on a breath.

“That’s it. Fuck, yeah.”

The clench of his teeth, she could hear it in his tone.

How he needed her. How he wanted her.

“Xavie, I—”

A burst of pleasure exploded in her gut, pulling her muscles tight, squeezing like he was there, yet she was empty. Damn, being with him felt good, until it reminded her of the distance between them.

“Shit.”

His exclamation was ground out from deep in his throat. She hadn’t thought about how he’d finish, where he’d finish, until the haze cleared from her eyes to show him wrapping up some Kleenex.

“This is romantic,” she said, pushing her skirt back down.

“You don’t have to miss it.”

She could have it if she got on a plane. “There’s still work to do. I’ll be home soon.”

“Be good, Radley.”

“Not if there’s a chance to be bad.”

And the line disconnected.

She sighed. Did he need more time to clean up, or was that all he wanted?

Maybe his climax reminded him as it reminded her.

They weren’t close enough to be everything they had to be.

Before him, she had Hotshot, but it wasn’t like this.

Becoming real world, a part of each other’s lives, the draw grew.

She didn’t just want to be near him. Her core was empty, her gut light.

It just didn’t feel right. Thank God they wouldn’t have to feel like this forever.