Mid Life Love (Mid Life Love #1)(40)

I pressed my hands against the wall, exhaling as Jonathan pushed the top of my dress down and drew one of my ni**les into his mouth.

“Claire...” He rubbed his hands across my back, pulling me close, and then he whispered in my ear, “Move.”

I sucked in a breath and rocked against him, trying to not to moan as he rolled his tongue around one of my ni**les.

He was teasing it gently, matching the same up and down rhythm I was using with my hips.

I tried to go as slow as I possibly could—knowing that if I sped up I would end up screaming and everyone would see me grinding against our boss. I exhaled each time I sank down—over and over, but it must not have been good enough for Jonathan because he suddenly cupped my ass and moved me up and down himself—at a much faster pace.

“Ahhh...Godddd...stopppp...” I whispered.

“No.” He trapped my bottom lip between his teeth, squeezing my cheeks even harder, bouncing me against him with no finesse.

I let out another moan and heard a loud beeping sound from the front of the room—the sound that meant someone was talking; if it went off again, the lights would automatically come on.

“So, you’re into other people watching?” Jonathan whispered against my mouth. “I’m not opposed to that...” He pressed his lips against mine and kissed me to prevent me from making another sound. He started flexing himself upwards, still holding and controlling my pace with his hands.

I couldn’t take it anymore, I felt an orgasm building inside of me, felt it getting ready to make me scream, so I broke away from Jonathan’s kiss.

“I’m...I’m about to...” I murmured. “I’m—”

He leaned forward and bit my down on my lips. Hard.

My legs started to shake and severe vibrations rippled through my entire body. As the intense pleasure rolled through me, I tried to push myself away from him so I could exhale, scream, breathe—but he didn’t let my mouth go until my body stiffened and stilled.

When he was sure I was done, he released my lips and leaned back against the wall.

I slumped forward against his chest, panting—too angry to think straight. I sat there, still on top of him, wondering if I was dreaming or if he was really that crazy.

“Let me help you.” I heard him say as he gently moved me off of him. “You’re quite the exhibitionist...” He wiped a cloth between my thighs—I assumed it was his suit’s handkerchief, and kissed my forehead as he did it.

Then he pulled my dress back over my thighs and ran his fingers through my hair.

I heard him zipping his pants up and buckling his belt. I could barely see his face in the darkness, but I could feel him staring at me—like he always did when we were finished.

I tried to channel my anger and confusion into something else, anything else, but the ocean sounds and blasting headphone music in the room were way too loud. There were even a few people snoring.

“Follow me.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me up. He pushed a panel in the wall that was behind us, leading me into a dark room with a wooden conference table.

He quietly slid the panel back into place and locked it. “Let’s eat lunch together.”

What?

He must’ve noticed the look on my face because he smiled. “It’ll only take thirty minutes of your time. The Zen session will be over by then.”

I was speechless. I couldn’t believe the nerve of him, to literally f**k me in a room full of my closest colleagues and then have the audacity to suggest lunch.

“I’ll have our lunch brought in here.” He started drawing the blinds open. “What do you want to eat?”

I didn’t answer.

“Claire?” He turned around. “You know I’m not a huge fan of unanswered questions...”

“A grilled chicken salad, hold the sex please.”

He laughed and pulled his phone out of his pocket.

“Does every room at Statham Industries have a secret hidden passage?” I asked.

“No, not all of them, just the executive ones. They’re more of a fire safety measure, but they clearly come in handy for other things...”

I rolled my eyes and sat at the table.

“Angela? Could you have someone bring me two grilled chicken salads and two sweet teas to the executive en-suite on level twenty-four? You’re the best. Thanks.” He sat across from me. “The door to your left leads out into the hallway by the way.”

“Duly noted...”

“Are you upset with me?”

“I don’t know what I am. I’m not sure how I should feel after being f**ked in front of all my coworkers.”

“Elated, maybe?”

“There are a lot of words that come to mind. That definitely isn’t one of them.”

“Well, next time just turn around. I’m sure no one saw anything. Most of them were falling asleep...Can I ask you something?”

“Go ahead...”

“Do you ever do the dating thing or do you just stand people up whenever they ask you out?”

“I don’t do the dating thing.”

“Why not?”

I shrugged. “I don’t want to be disappointed again, if you know what I mean...” I started thinking about Ryan and immediately steered the conversation away. “Do you do the dating thing?”