The Hookup Handbook(27)
She nods, her eyes glazed over from the kiss. “After work. Ryder has another client. Come by around eight.”
We kiss again, every inch of my body screaming at me to stay and take her right here, but I know I can’t do that. We need to be smart about this. The stakes are too high for me to be reckless.
Now I just need to find a way to get any work done tomorrow.
Chapter Twelve
Sienna
If anticipation is half the fun, Case’s office should be freaking Disneyland today. But instead, it feels a lot more like a test of my patience. Since the moment I set one heeled foot in the office this morning, today has been nothing short of a full-on battle between me and my sex drive. So that’s been super fun.
And with every passing moment, I’m more and more certain that I’m losing. I’m not sure if it makes it better or worse knowing that Case is just a few feet away, fighting the exact same battle. Those wild blue eyes of his have spent a bit too much time tracing my curves and not quite enough time focusing on the chapter we need to get done today. It’s going to be a long day, to say the least.
The clock in the corner chimes, reminding me that time is not standing still, despite all evidence that says otherwise. I glance up at it, surprised to see it’s only ten thirty. This hour and a half has felt like a full work week. That being said, I’ve probably done all of ten minutes of actual editing so far. My sex drive and my work ethic must be inversely related.
All right, Sienna. Focus.
No matter what plans are in store for the evening, there’s still work that has to be done before we get to playtime. I shift into work mode, but after two sentences of this chapter about G-spot stimulation, I slip right back out of it.
Damn it. A bead of sweat trails down my lower back. Is it warmer in here than usual?
I consider asking Case to lower the air-conditioning, but if he’s having half the trouble concentrating that I am, I don’t want to break his workflow.
I slip out of my emerald-green cardigan one arm at a time, revealing my freckled shoulders, but as I go to hang it on the coat rack, I see the temperature of the room isn’t the problem at all. Case’s stare is hot on my skin, watching my every move like I’m his personal private show.
“Nice skirt,” he murmurs under his breath.
Yeah, sure. It’s the skirt he’s looking at.
I shuffle back to my desk, homing back in on the chapter. I can’t force Case to write, but at least I can tackle the task in front of me. Maybe if I can get through editing our work from yesterday, I can help Case brainstorm ideas for this upcoming chapter on cunnilingus. To be honest, I haven’t stopped brainstorming since we finally made our deal last night.
I hardly make it another paragraph and a half before that wave of heat comes over me again. Case isn’t even pretending to work; his eyes are fixed on me. This isn’t just stealing glances. It’s full-blown staring.
“Keep your eyes on your work, Mr. Smith,” I remind him. I try desperately to focus on my typing, but once I spot him in my peripheral vision pushing up the sleeves of his shirt, I go completely weak.
“Call me Mr. Smith again,” Case says with a smug smile, those blue eyes heating.
All right, I’ll play along. My tongue hits my teeth slowly and deliberately as I comply with his request. “Mister. Smith.”
Case shakes his head, rolling his chair back from his desk. “Fuck. It’s taken me this whole hour to write one damn paragraph, you know that?”
“Sounds like you need some inspiration,” I say with a shrug.
Would it be so bad if we sneaked up to his bedroom and did this thing now? Hell, we could take care of it right here. If we locked the door, I could be quiet enough that no one would have to know. He wouldn’t even have to take my skirt off if he didn’t want to. Just bend me over his desk and pull my panties to the side.
Oh my God, I’ve seriously lost it. Yes, having a summer fling was on my bucket list for this summer, but I’m just becoming brazen about it now. I hardly recognize this side of myself.
“You’re looking a little inspired right now, Miss Johnson.”
There’s that familiar warmth in my cheeks. Is it that obvious that my mind is wandering?
“What can I say?” I tuck my hair behind my ear and let my fingers linger near my neck. “I’ve got a pretty wild imagination.”
Case raises one eyebrow, challenging me. “Yeah? Me too. I’d love for you to tell me what’s going on in that head of yours.”
“I’d much rather you show me what’s going on in yours.”
Our flirting is cut off abruptly by the creak of the wooden floors just outside the office. A second later, in struts the world’s least welcome interruption. Ryder.
You’ve got to be kidding me.
“What’s up, you guys?” Ryder saunters across the office and plops down in the big leather chair in the corner. “I just had the weirdest client of all time. Sienna, I’ll spare the details in front of you, but let me just say this—pizza rolls and oral sex do not mix.”
He exaggerates a shudder as he lounges back in his seat, propping his feet up on the ottoman. If I didn’t know better, I would think this was his office, not his boss’s.
“Didn’t anyone ever teach you to knock?” Case glares as he rips a page out of a notebook, balls it up, and whips it at Ryder’s skull.