The Hookup Handbook(45)
The evening is filled with light banter and delicious food, and champagne I haven’t been able to afford since Mom and Dad footed the bill. It’s the sort of lifestyle I always thought I’d earn for myself one day instead of being grandfathered into. I just didn’t know I would get here so soon, or that the sexiest man I’ve ever laid eyes on would come along with it.
Case snatches up the bill the second it lands on the table, handing his AmEx to the waitress without even looking at our total. If it were any other day, I would put up a major fight about splitting the bill down the middle, but not today. I can’t stand another second of sitting across the table from him, having to look but not touch.
My fingers tingle with need as he takes my hand while walking me toward the waiting car. Holding hands in public might push the boundaries of normal summer-fling behavior, but Case initiated it, so I squeeze his hand tightly, waiting for the moment until he lets me go.
Except he doesn’t. Instead, he turns to me with a playful gleam in his eyes. “Are we continuing this celebration back at my place?”
“I would love to.” Heat warms my chest and a smile tugs at my lips.
A few minutes later, we arrive at his house. It’s so beautiful, on the top of a hill and all lit up with outdoor lighting against the dark sky.
And when we climb out of the car, the mood seems to shift.
As soon as he pulls the door closed behind us, Case’s hands find their familiar hold on the curve of my hips, tracing my silhouette with the pads of his fingers before pulling me into one deep kiss after another. When he pulls away, he takes all the breath I have with him.
“This dress is pure torture, you know that?” he growls, pushing the slit of the dress wide open as his hand slides up my thigh, leaving a trail of goose bumps behind.
I hum sweetly as he scrunches the dress up over my hips and pulls me in with a tug of the fabric. His hot breath on my neck is nothing short of heavenly.
“An awfully sexy outfit choice for dinner with your boss.”
I tilt my chin up and our eyes lock. “But we finished the book. Which is what you hired me to do. So technically, you’re not my boss anymore.”
Case lets out a low, throaty noise. “Perfect. That makes you slightly less off-limits.”
My lips twitch with a smile. Like that stopped us before.
In one swift motion, he tugs my dress up over my head and drapes it gingerly over the banister. He hums in delight at the discovery that I’m braless. He runs his thumbs over my nipples, and they go stiff.
Fuck, this man doesn’t even have to try. One touch and I come undone, whimpering at his skilled fingers.
I can tell he’s eyeing the stairs, more than ready to get me up to the bedroom, but I’ve been mulling over a change of scenery.
Might as well take the lead.
Weaving my fingers through his, I pull Case toward his office, my heels clacking across the floor the same way they did on my first day of work. I never would have believed then that I’d be making this same walk in nothing but panties and heels just a few weeks later. The book may be done, but we’ve got plenty of work to get done tonight.
As I reach for the handle of his office door, he scoops me up in his arms and I squeal in surprise. He carries me inside and sets me down on the edge of his desk.
His expression has turned serious, and oh my God, why is that so hot?
“This what you had in mind?” Case shoots me a devilish grin, and I nod as he peels off his suit jacket first, then gets to work on the buttons of his shirt.
The warm light of his desk lamp casts a golden glow over his tanned skin. I feel like I’m staring at a Greek god. But Case doesn’t allow me much time to stare. He kisses me hungrily, his mouth devouring mine as he steadies his hands on the desk. He smells like leather and champagne. It’s intoxicating.
I make a wordless whimper, throwing my head back as his thumbs flicker over the tight pink buds of my nipples, pinching and rolling them in his fingers as I squirm. My breath quickens as his hand makes its way to the lace of my thong.
He pulls the fabric out of his way, and a shudder pulses through me as he parts me with his thumb. A low hum of approval builds in the back of his throat as he pulls his fingers through my wetness. I’m ready for him.
The sound of Case unhooking his belt is music to my ears. While I ditch my panties, Case undoes his pants just enough for his erection to spring free, then takes a step back, stroking himself as he drinks in the view.
“Better than I ever imagined.” He wets his lower lip. “And trust me, I imagined you on my desk like this a whole fucking lot.” To prove his point, he slides open a desk drawer and pulls a condom from it, discarding the wrapper and rolling the rubber down his length. I spread my knees for him, shimmying to the very edge of the desk.
“Better hold on tight,” he says, then pushes his full length into me.
I cry out in pleasure as he quickens his pace, each thrust deeper and more delicious than the last. My fingers are numb from gripping the desk so tightly, but I don’t care.
“Fuck, baby. You feel so good.”
His fingers tangle in my hair as he pushes into me again and again, my body contracting against his thrusts. My legs stiffen as he thumbs my clit, expertly rubbing me until my breath catches in my throat and I shudder around him, the heat pouring out of me in waves. Case doesn’t miss a beat, his thumb not relenting from the sensitive spot it’s been circling, his pace not slowing in the slightest.