Safe from Harm (Protect & Serve #2)(66)

“You’re off the clock, Dawson,” she reminded him.

He gave her a terse nod. “You’re right. What can I do to make it up to you?”

She gave him her best sultry look. “Oh, I think I can come up with a few things.”

Without missing a beat, he signaled the waiter for their check, making her giggle. Giggle? She was hardly in the habit of giggling, but, yep, that was the effect the man had on her. Well, that and other very naughty, pleasurable effects she couldn’t wait to delve into once they got back home.

Gabe paid for their dinner and then clasped her hand, leading her out to the car. She shivered at the sight of it. Good lord, that car… Never in a million years had she ever dreamed of making out in a car, let alone making love in one. Or against one, for that matter. But she had a feeling there were lots of things she’d never dared to dream of before. And when they reached the car and he pulled her into his arms for a heated kiss, she had no trouble letting her imagination run wild.

When the kiss ended, he pressed his forehead to hers. “So where we headed?”

She grinned, ready to suggest they stay at her place this time around, but then she gasped and pulled back. “Crap! I almost forgot—I have to pick up something at my office. I have to depose a witness first thing tomorrow morning.”

“No problem,” he told her. “It’s cooled down finally. Why don’t we just walk to your office and get what you need, then I’ll drop you off at your place.”

She felt the heat rising in her cheeks as she said, “Thanks, but I wasn’t suggesting that we call it a night so soon. I just need a couple of minutes to grab a file.”

His grin spread slowly, his eyes darkening with desire. “Good thing,” he murmured, pressing a hand to the small of her back and guiding her toward her office. “Because I think a few minutes is about all I can wait.”

They didn’t talk the few blocks to her office, nor on the stairs that led up to the third floor of the historic building that housed her office. He was silent as a grave as she rummaged around on her desk, looking for the file she needed, her thoughts so distracted she had to pause on several occasions just to remember what exactly it was she was looking for.

Elle’s thoughts were so distracted, in fact, she didn’t even hear him when he came up behind her and put his hands on her hips. She started, making him chuckle as he pressed a kiss to her bare shoulder, covered only by a thin strap of her sundress.

She moaned softly as she leaned back against him and rested her head on his chest. “Keep doing that and I’m going to be in trouble.”

His hands slipped around her waist, pulling her flush against him, feathering kisses along the side of her throat before whispering in her ear, “I’m up for a little trouble.”

“What?” she gasped. “Here?”

When he responded by slipping his hands beneath the straps of her sundress and sliding them down her arms until it began to peel her dress off, she sidestepped out of his reach and pulled the bodice of her dress back up to cover her bare breasts. “Gabe!” she said with a chuckle. “If we get caught, I could lose my job!”

Grinning, she shook her head and turned back around to grab the file from the top of her desk, but clearly that was a mistake. The next thing she knew, his strong hands had slipped beneath the hem of her dress and were sliding lightly up her legs.

She shuddered, her breath catching in her lungs at his touch. “Gabe,” she gasped as his hands reached her thong.

He hooked his thumbs under the elastic and slid her panties down her legs until he reached her ankles. Then he gently lifted one foot and then the other, divesting her of the scrap of an undergarment. “Should I stop?” he murmured as his hands drifted back up her legs.

She knew she should. She opened her mouth to tell him so, but all that came out was a loud moan as one hand slipped between her legs. His finger delved insider her, caressing gently, tenderly. Maddeningly.

“Oh God,” she gasped. She bent forward, bracing herself against her desk as the pleasure of his touch overtook her.

He withdrew slowly and a moment later, cool air hit her skin as he shoved her dress up around her hips. In the next moment, she felt his tongue on her, delving between her folds, tasting and teasing as his fingers resumed their caress.

Her breath quickened as her release rushed up on her, and she no longer cared about someone walking in, didn’t care about the fact that she was violating pretty much every office policy imaginable. Her thoughts were only for the maddening pleasure that had her writhing and panting and shuddering with a loud cry that filled her office.

She’d not even finished before Gabe had managed to put on a condom and thrust into her. Her moan blended with his guttural groan.

“God, yes,” she panted as he began to thrust, hard and fast, all gentleness having vanished as his skin slapped against hers.

His hands grasped her hips, his fingers digging into her skin where he clutched her tightly, the pressure adding to the intensity of her pleasure as the world began to spin.

His tempo increased as her muscles spasmed; then he thrust once more, long and deep, with a hoarse cry. She thought he would withdraw, but then he was thrusting again, his breath hot on the back of her neck, and a moment later they were shuddering together for a second time.

Finally, he pressed a kiss to her shoulder, to the back of her neck. “Sorry. I had a few ideas of my own.”