Mid Life Love (Mid Life Love #1)(36)

“I’ll definitely let HR know that tomorrow, Miss Blanc. Thank you for bringing this to my attention. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow, Mr. Statham. Thanks for letting all of us take the rest of the day off.” She blushed and walked out of the room.

He waited until he heard the ping of the elevators to say anything to me. “To what do I owe this surprise, Miss Gracen?”

“This is the latest idea from our department.” I handed him the poster. “The words aren’t set in stone yet, but we want to keep the visual.”

“Yes, it’s a very beautiful visual...” He wasn’t even looking at it.

I stepped back. “Could you please look at the board?”

“It looks good. I like the clouds. Happy? Now, answer my question. Why are you up here?”

“Were you expecting Mr. Barnes?”

“I was. I’ve been calling him about this all day and wanted his insight on a few other things.”

“Oh...Ohhhh.” I backed away. “So, you’re interested in pursuing relations with male and female employees. Enlightening.”

He let out a low laugh. “I’m only interested in one employee that works here, but I’m not sure how much longer I’m going to be able to deal with her insulting me...”

“Are you always this glib? It’s a major turn off for me.”

“You know,” he said as he rubbed his chin, “I was thinking about asking you out again, but I don’t want to be stood up twice.”

“Well, don’t ask and you won’t have to worry about that.”

“I won’t.” He locked his eyes on mine, pinning me to one spot, leaving me completely motionless.

Shit, I need to change my panties again...

He stood up and walked over to me, smiling as if he knew I was unable to move. He made a full circle around me and then he stopped and reached into his pocket.

“You kicked me out so fast yesterday that I left without giving you your little friend back.” He retrieved the vibrator and held it out for me. “Are you going to take it?”

I blushed and reached for it, but he moved it away.

“I honestly don’t think you need this anymore, Claire.” He rolled it around in his palm.

“And why is that?”

“Because I’m more than willing to take its place. And I can guarantee that I’ll do a much better job.”

My panties were officially soaked. “Um...I should probably—”

“Go?”

“Yes. I should go...I need to finish some work downstairs and get back to—”

“You don’t have anything to do.” He pulled me into his arms and kissed me senseless.

Before I could react, he slipped his fingers underneath my shirt and popped the snaps off my bra. He cupped the back of my neck with his hand—dipping his tongue deeper into my mouth, using his other hand to rub the small of my back.

“Shut the door,” he whispered in between breaths.

“What?” My eyes widened.

“Okay. Door open it is.” He continued kissing me, sliding my shirt off my shoulders, pushing me over to the table that lined the back of the wall. He slid his hands underneath my skirt and groaned, biting my bottom lip as I tried to break away.

Then he tore his mouth away from mine. “Bend over the desk.”

I stilled. I wasn’t sure whether he was serious or not. Sex right now? On company property? His company’s property?

I stood there blinking at him, thinking I’d interpreted that completely wrong.

“Claire...” He spun me around so my back was to his front, so I was facing the wall. “Bend. Over. The. Desk.”

I hesitated, wishing I’d closed the door when he’d told me to. I tried to turn back around, but he wedged his knee in between my thighs and spread my legs apart.

“I hate repeating myself,” he whispered in my ear, sending chills up and down my spine. “Bend over right now.”

I gasped, slowly bending over the desk, pressing my stomach against the flat surface.

“Grab onto the edge,” he ordered, and I obliged.

I felt him pushing my skirt up and moving my panties to the side, letting out a low laugh when he felt how wet I was. I heard the sound of foil paper crumpling behind me and tried to brace myself for his length.

I didn’t get a chance to take another breath before he slid completely into me, holding me by my waist line.

“Let’s see if I can make you cum like this...”

He worked himself into a slow grind, alternating his deep thrusts with short kisses against my neck. As I adjusted to his length—hanging on to the table for support and spreading my legs even wider, he moved his hands up to my br**sts and palmed them—rough. He pinched my ni**les, twisting and pulling them harshly, giving me pain and pleasure at the same time.

I cried as his thrusts went even deeper, as he held me firm and prevented me from squirming.

“Do you still need your purple friend?” he murmured against my ear. “Does he f**k you better?”

“Ahhh...”

“Answer me.”

I couldn’t. His thrusts were too much. He was starting to speed up and my body was quaking at the unfamiliar sensations.

“So you do need him?” he asked again, and I heard the familiar sound of my vibrator humming against my leg.