White-Hot Hack (Kate and Ian #2)(40)

“You’re breathtaking.” He cupped her jaw and kissed her because he couldn’t wait any longer.

She grabbed his biceps and squeezed, kissing him back just as heatedly. It required a bit of maneuvering to remove the skirt while she was still in a sitting position.

“Lift,” he said once he’d reached behind her and unzipped it. When she complied, he eased it past her hips and down her legs and let it fall to the floor.

She preferred wearing the thong under the garter belt instead of over it because she thought it looked better, but that required unfastening the stockings in order to slip it off if he wanted to leave the garter belt on, and he always did. He didn’t mind, but it did slow down the process a bit. This time, he’d circumvented the issue by choosing a thong that tied on each side. Now he yanked on the strings and pulled it right off her, leaving the garter belt in place. He smiled because he always took satisfaction in coming up with a successful work-around. Then he smiled and took a good long look at his wife sitting almost naked on his desk.

Gently, he lowered her so she was lying flat on her back facing him, pushing his computer monitors out of the way so there was room for her head. He spread her legs and stroked her softly, gently, just the way she liked it. “I was right about the arousal. What I’m doing feels good, doesn’t it? I don’t even really need to ask, because you’ve closed your eyes and you just made one of those little sounds you always make when you’re turned on. But you have to be quiet. We don’t want anyone at this company to hear us. Can you do that? Better decide quickly, because I’m about to slide my finger inside you and we both know what that’s going to do.”

Her breath hitched and she let out a soft moan, nodding, her breathing sounding ragged. She kept her word even when she exploded under his touch moments later, arching up off the surface of his desk.

He loved watching her come undone like that. “Such a good girl.”

He took off his polo and the white T-shirt he wore underneath it. After he unbuttoned his khakis and lowered the zipper, he quickly removed his shoes and socks and shrugged out of his pants and boxer briefs, kicking them toward the growing pile on the floor. Stifling a groan, he entered her, loving the view as he watched himself slide in and out. Kate wrapped her ankles around his lower back, and the sound of their breathing filled the room. From now on, getting any work done in his office would be a challenge because he would always have the memory of the way Kate looked spread out on his desk.

He was close, but she was close again too. He could see it on her face, hear it in her whimpering and the sounds she was no longer even trying to suppress.

“Ian. Oh God. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”

“I hear footsteps, Kate. They’re going to discover us if you can’t be quiet.” He slid his hand over her mouth, pressing hard and continuing to thrust, and seconds later she screamed, the sound muffled by his palm. He came hard then, and the sensations seemed to go on forever.

Afterward they moved to the couch. Ian wrapped his arms around Kate and they kissed and cuddled, both of them spent. If he wasn’t so hungry, he could have fallen asleep.

“Let’s go pick up a pizza,” he said. “Then let’s eat it in bed and not get up for the rest of the night.”

“You always have the best ideas.”

“We’ve worked hard these last three days. Time for a little rest and relaxation.”

“I’m almost sad we’re not going back there tomorrow. Plus I’m dying to know if Tristan asked Ashley out.”

“You know who’s going to be even sadder? Those tech support guys. They were really looking forward to my cheese dip.”





CHAPTER SIXTEEN

The next day when she returned home after running errands, Kate stuck her head into Ian’s office, but it was empty. He wasn’t in the kitchen or downstairs working out in their home gym, either. She finally found him in their bedroom, lying on the couch under a blanket, watching TV.

She sat down on the edge near his head. “Hey. I didn’t expect to find you here.”

“I felt kind of tired.” He sounded congested, and as soon as the words were out of his mouth, he started coughing.

“Honey.” Kate felt his forehead, and his skin was warm against her fingers. “Are you feeling okay?”

“I think that guy who sits by the server room gave me his germs. His desk was a giant hot zone.”

“Come here,” she said, pulling gently on his arm until he rose. “You need to get in bed and let me take care of you.” She stripped off his T-shirt and helped him out of his jeans.

“Will you rub Vicks on my chest?” he asked as she tucked him under the covers.

“Absolutely.”

“What will you be wearing?”

She smiled and ruffled his hair. Clearly he wasn’t that sick. “I don’t own a nurse’s outfit, but how about a tank top and those new boy shorts you bought me?”

“Without a bra?”

Kate laughed. “If it helps, yes.”

“It will.”

“Okay. I’ll be right back.”

When she walked into the room in the appointed outfit, he raised himself on his elbows.

“Do you want me to stroke your head?” she asked after she set a box of Kleenex, a glass of water, and a selection of pill bottles on the nightstand.