“Thank you, Kimberly.” I smile back and grab a donut and a cup of coffee. The phone rings on her desk and she rushes over to answer it.
When I get to my office, I have an email from Mr. Vance praising my notes on the first manuscript and saying that even though that one was a pass for the house, he looks forward to my evaluation of the next one. I dive right in and get to work.
“Anything good?” Hardin’s voice startles me out of my work. I look up, slightly shocked, and he smiles. “Must be, since you didn’t seem to notice my arrival.”
He looks incredible. His hair is pushed up in the front as always, but the sides are flatter than usual, and he has a plain white V-neck on. The shirt is tighter than usual, making his tattoos even more visible underneath. He is so incredibly hot—and all mine.
“So . . . how was the drive?” he asks with a smirk.
“Really nice.” I giggle.
“So you think you can just take my car without my permission?” His voice is low and I can’t tell if he is joking.
“I . . . well . . .” I stammer.
He doesn’t say anything, just walks over behind my desk and pulls my chair out. His eyes move from my shoes up to my face and he pulls me to stand up. “You look so sexy today,” he says against my neck before gently pressing his lips against my skin.
I shiver. “Why . . . why are you here?”
“You aren’t happy to see me?” He smiles and lifts me onto the desk.
Oh. “Yeah . . . of course I am,” I tell him. I am always happy to see him.
“I may have to consider coming back here after all, just so I can do this every day,” he says and puts his hands on my thighs.
“Someone could come in here.” I try to be stern, but my tone is shaky.
“Nope—Vance is at a meeting for the rest of the afternoon and Kimberly has agreed to call if she needs you.”
The idea of Hardin hinting to Kimberly what we could be doing in here makes my cheeks heat, but my hormones take over. I glance at the door.
“Locked,” he answers cockily.
Without thinking, I pull Hardin closer and immediately put my hand over his crotch, palming him through his jeans. He groans and unbuttons his jeans, yanking them down along with his boxers.
“This is going to be faster than usual, okay, baby?” he says and slides my panties over.
I nod with anticipation and lick my lips. He chuckles and pulls me by my hips to the edge of the desk. My lips attack his neck and I hear the foil packet being ripped open.
“Look at you—three months ago you would blush at the mention of sex, and now here you are letting me fuck you on your desk,” he whispers and slams into me.
Hardin clamps his hand over my mouth and takes his bottom lip between his teeth. I can’t believe I am actually letting Hardin have sex with me on a desk, at the place of my internship, with Kimberly less than a hundred feet away. As much as I hate to admit it, the idea actually drives me crazy. In the best way.
“Are you going . . . to be . . . quiet . . .” he says in short spurts and moves even faster. I nod and pant, grabbing on to his biceps so I don’t fall off the desk from his assault.
“You like it this way, don’t you? Fast and hard?” He grits his teeth. I gently bite down on his palm to keep quiet.
“Answer me or I’ll stop,” he threatens.
I lower my eyes at him and nod, too overwhelmed with sensation to actually speak.
“I knew you would,” he says, and flips me over so my stomach is on the desk.
Oh God. He thrusts back into me and moves slowly before wrapping my hair around his fist and pulling me up so he can kiss my neck. The tension grows in my stomach and his movements grow sloppier—and I know we are both close. With his final thrust he kisses my shoulder before pulling out of me and helping me off the desk.
“That was—” I try to say and he silences me by kissing my lips.
“Yeah . . . it was.” He finishes my thoughts before pulling his pants back up. I run my fingers through my