Page 138 of Untouchable

Finally he turned around, his eyebrows arching up as he gave her an automatic once-over. “Ms. Watson. You wanted to see me.”

Kelly had to fight a smile. Damn, the man was good at these little sexy routines, even when taken totally by surprise and without any preparation. “I did. Thank you, Mr. Marshall.”

“What can I do for you?” The corner of his mouth twitched up a little as if he was privately amused. “I’m a busy man, you know.”

“I know you are, sir. Thank you for sparing a minute for me. I was hoping you could help me.”

“What do you need help with?” His lips softened even more, and his eyes trailed over her body in a very suggestive way. She had dressed strategically in a wrap dress and kitten heels. His eyes lingered on her breasts.

Kelly thought quickly, trying to focus on their little game and not on what she needed to accomplish afterward since that would distract her. “I’m afraid I’ve gotten myself in a… a tangle. With my job.”

“You did? What did you do?” His voice was low and provocative as he took a step toward her. He was having fun. She could see it beneath the heat and charisma. He liked playing these little games with her. He liked that she’d initiated this.

He thought she’d just done it spontaneously—because she wanted to. He had no idea she had an underlying agenda.

She forced the guilt away and concentrated only on the sexual tension radiating between them. “I was bad. I missed a deadline on that project you gave me.” She tried to look nervous and ashamed of herself to better establish their scenario.

“You were bad?” He took another step closer, until they were within arm’s length. “You know how I feel about people missing deadlines.”

Her body was already reacting to the hot look in his eyes, and her breasts were tingling as if his gaze had been a caress. “I’m sorry, sir.”

He took a step even closer, until he was less than an inch from her—but not touching her yet. “Sorry isn’t enough for this kind of poor performance.”

“What kind of performance do you want, sir?”

“You know what I want.” His voice was thick and low. He leaned forward until his breath was blowing against her ear. “You know what I expect to make up for your mistakes.”

Kelly’s heart was pounding, and arousal sprang to life at her center so quickly it actually hurt. She arched her back slightly, her nipples jutting out through the thin fabric of her dress. “I’ll do better, sir. I promise.”

Caleb smiled slightly and reached over to the tie on her wrap dress. He pulled it. “You better.”

Her dress fell open all the way, revealing her black lace bra and panties.

The smolder in Caleb’s eyes flared up as his gaze devoured her exposed body, but he didn’t make any move to touch her.

Feeling gorgeous and aroused and still a little guilty, Kelly let the dress fall off her shoulders completely. She was almost naked, and the office door wasn’t locked.

But she didn’t care.

Thirty minutes later, Kelly hadn’t yet caught her breath when Caleb straightened up, his expression half tender and half embarrassed as he fastened his pants and pulled himself together. “Sorry about that.”

“Sorry about what?” she asked, genuinely confused and kind of self-conscious now since she was still sprawled out on his desk, completely naked except for her shoes.

Caleb picked up her dress and handed it to her, his lips tilting up at the corner in a way that made her chest relax, despite the blazing of her cheeks. “I kind of lost the game there at the end.”

She released a breath, feeling far too fond and soft for her own good. He’d been acting like the dominant boss for theirlengthy foreplay, making her come with his hands three times. But when he finally slid his cock inside her, he’d dropped the act, making love to her with all the fervent passion of his deep, complicated heart.

She couldn’t help but love that he was so invested in her emotionally—for real—that he couldn’t even act out a sexy scene anymore.

“Well,” she began, pulling on her dress and tying it closed. “I think it turned out better than what I’d planned.”

Caleb looked relieved, and he pulled her into a hug before she’d even finished securing her dress. “Good. I think so too.”

“I’ll let you finish up your work now,” she said when she finally pulled away, forcing herself to focus now on what she’d come here to do. “Don’t stay too late. Okay?”

“Just another hour or so.” He kissed her hard and quick. “I promise.”

She smoothed out her dress and hair and made sure she was presentable. She went to get her bag from the floor, but she left her keys on the floor next to the couch, out of sight in this position, exactly where she’d put them.