Office Seduction by Lucia Jordan Page B

not stray down to his crotch, which was
almost at her face level considering she was seated.
    For a
split-second, she wondered what it would be like to fuck Brand Wilcox. Just
fuck him, with no thought to things going any further. To feel those capable
looking, well-kept hands sliding over her naked body, to have his cock in her
palms to stroke purposefully before guiding the throbbing thickness straight to
the entrance of her waiting wetness…
    “Now that’s some
information I could use,” he murmured in reply to her last statement, his smile
growing wider. Damn he had such a hot smile, she thought longingly, pressing
her knees closer together. How could a man’s mere smile cause a moistness to
spread over the cotton panel of her panties? Gosh she really needed to get a
grip, soon. Or she’d be doing something crazy, like making a move on Brand
Wilcox.
    “Allison, I…” he
began, but his words were broken off as the door to Mr. Mallory’s office opened
across the expanse of the reception area, and the older man appeared. “Ah,
Brand, I was just about to send for you. Something came up and we need to
rework some details of the Jefferson account.”
    “I’ll be in your
office in just a minute,” Brand said calmly to Mr. Mallory, and Allison had to
mentally applaud his coolness. Not that they’d been doing anything wrong or
suspicious, but she’d been unable to hold back a guilty start when her boss had
unexpectedly shown up seconds earlier.
    Mr. Mallory
disappeared, and she looked up questioningly at Brand, who paused. “Don’t leave
without having a word. We need to talk, Allison,” he said meaningfully.
    “We do?” she
asked, eyes wide.
    “Yes,” he said
firmly, and with one finger, he reached out and traced the side of her face.
Allison’s eyes closed briefly at that first, simple yet intimate contact. Then
he was gone, striding away with that lithe, panther-like way of his.
    Allison felt a
dreamy sensation take over her. She couldn’t have imagined Brand’s look when
he’d touched her face. The throb in his voice – she hadn’t mistaken it
either. Could he be into her? Damn, she hoped so – very deeply. So deep,
in fact, that she had a sudden spark of an idea.
    It was crazy,
stupid and definitely inappropriate – but she was done being sensible.
The adrenaline was pumping through her veins and she couldn’t help the sense
that she was on the verge of a very titivating, life-shaking experience.

 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
    Chapter 3

 
    He found her
waiting in his office when he opened the door.
    Allison saw
Brand’s look of surprise, but it was only for a moment. Then he shut the door
behind him – and she could swear he turned the key.
    She squirmed in
her perch on the edge of his desk. Her legs were crossed, making her skirt rise
up, revealing the edges of her thigh highs. She was leaning back on her hands,
which brought her generous C-up breasts into more prominence. She saw him take
the whole scene in a flash.
    “I was wondering
where you got to,” he murmured, placing the file he was holding on a nearby
table before advancing into the spacious, cleanly decorated office. “I didn’t
find you at your desk and I was worried you’d forgotten I said we needed to
talk.”
    “So let’s talk,”
she said in a voice tinged with sensuality. She wondered if he could translate
fuck-speak, because what she’d really meant was “let’s screw”. Oh well, he’d
get the picture soon enough if he hadn’t already.
    “Allison,” he
worded, pausing as he stepped closer. She uncrossed her legs again, this time
slowly. He had to have had a glimpse of her pink lace panties this time.
However, he was such a hard man to read at the best of times.
    “Brand,” she
returned, a mischievous curve on her lips. She loved it when he said her name.
    He sighed
deeply, and she thought he looked almost regretful for a second. Then he said,
“I’m not going to be here for very long. The job, I