not wanting anyone to know there are non-business-related things going on behind Ronan’s office door. His other hand leaves my cheek and his ancient and very squeaky rolling chair bangs into the wall. A few seconds later he picks me up and deposits me on the desk.
“What’re you doing?”
“Reenacting the fantasy I’ve had since New Year’s.” His left hand slides under my dress, up my thigh.
I have to press my knees together so they don’t automatically part for him. “Someone will hear.”
“They won’t.”
“I can’t be that quiet and you can’t not say dirty things.” I’d like to say I can bite my tongue, or his shirt, or something, but whatever his plan is, there is no way in hell he’s going to be able to keep his mouth shut and neither will I.
He gives me a knowing, satisfied grin. “We’re alone. There’s no one else here.”
“No one?”
“No one. I came in early on purpose.” He slides his other hand under my skirt and up my thigh.
“So you planned this?”
“Only after waking up for the seventh day in a row from the same damn dream.”
“Which was what?” I lift my butt, allowing him to drag my panties down. I help by removing my crinoline.
“A repeat of New Year’s, except on my desk.” He tosses my panties and crinoline on his chair and drops to his knees, making good on that repeat performance from start to finish.
When I open his office door, I’m a little sweaty and definitely flushed, but oh-so-sated. I accidentally kick something on the floor.
“What’s that?” Ronan grabs me by the hips to keep from knocking me over since he bumps into me from behind when I bend to retrieve it.
I hold it up for Ronan to see. “Air freshener?”
“Weird. I don’t remember leaving that in the hall, but clearly I’m on the ball. Oooh, and it’s festive scented.” He releases a spray into his office. It smells like a cinnamon roll. It’s probably a good idea since it helps cover the latex and sex.
He walks me down the hall and I come to an abrupt stop when I spot Lars behind the bar, cutting lemon wedges. Ronan bumps into me from behind. “Oh, hey!” My voice has that high pitch associated with surprise and embarrassment.
He pauses his chopping to tip his chin in our direction. “Hey.”
“Lars? How long have you been here?” Ronan sounds more annoyed than embarrassed.
“Long enough.” A wide grin spreads across his face.
“Oh my gosh,” I mutter as Ronan ushers me down the hall toward the back entrance.
Once we’re out of hearing range I turn to face Ronan. “He heard me.”
“Us. He heard us.” He rubs his jaw.
I throw my hands up in the air. “I thought you said we were alone!”
“We were.” He glances at his wristwatch. “Looks like we got carried away with the foreplay.”
I twist his wrist so I can check the time. “It’s ten! We were in there for an hour!”
He shrugs. “I was hungry, and you didn’t seem to be in a hurry.”
I poke him in the chest. “This isn’t funny! What if that had been Gramps and not Lars?”
“Gramps doesn’t leave the house before eleven these days.”
“Not the freaking point and you know it.”
“Babe, relax. Lars isn’t going to care, and it wasn’t Gramps so we’re safe.”
“But he probably heard me coming and saying…things!”
“I’m sure he didn’t press his ear to the door. He probably passed by, heard some noise, got cheeky with the spray, and steered clear.”
“You can’t know that.”
“Well, he better hope that’s what he did. Look, I’m sorry. Next time we’ll wait until after closing before we get freaky in my office.”
“What makes you think there’s going to be a next time?”
Ronan cocks a brow and smirks. “Because you loved that just as much as I did.”
I don’t respond to that, because he’s right; I did love it. “I have to get back. Callie is probably wondering where I am.” I turn to stalk off, but Ronan grabs my arm.
“Hey. Don’t walk away angry.” He pulls me in for a hug and presses his lips to my temple.
“I’m embarrassed, not angry,” I mumble against his chest.
“I love the sound of your orgasms,” he murmurs in my ear. “I love the way you moan my name. I love that you’re not quiet about what feels good for you. It’s sexy as hell.”
“And now I’m really leaving. We can talk more about that later. When we’re not at work and have to function for the rest of the