He held up a hand to stop her. “Are you under the assumption that talking about salon floor plans turns me on? Because it does not.”

“No, I’m not assuming anything. I’m just making conversation.”

His eyes went to a decidedly plain white bra that somehow still looked sexy on her. “Why?”

“Because you said you wanted to work tonight.”

“On getting you naked,” he said. “But I couldn’t exactly blurt that out in the meeting, now could I?”

Before she could argue, which she was poised to do, he stopped the words in her throat by reaching behind her back, flicking the clasp on her bra, and sliding the straps halfway down her arms. “I love that they’re peach.”

“What?” She blinked down at her bare breasts.

“Your nipples.” He ran his thumb over one, watching it harden further under his touch. “They’re perfect.”

“If you’re trying to prove you’re good at seduction, there’s really no need.”

He moved her slim-fitting skirt high on her thighs. High enough to spread her legs and insert himself in between. “Careful, McIntire, that was almost a compliment.”

He lowered his head and took a perfect peach nipple into his mouth. Her hand went to his hair, spearing through the strands as her back arched and she pressed her breasts against his face.

This was better. Better than her being combative, better than trying to figure out what came next. Just better. Anything in life was better with his mouth on Lily.

He tongued her breasts while slipping his fingers into her cotton panties, and turning her inside out with precisely placed strokes. Then he dragged them from her legs, leaving them dangling from one of her ankles.

Lily was exquisite, with her skirt hiked to her waist, her head thrown back, strawberry waves spilling over the edge of the desk. She canted her hips and he took advantage of her throes, leaving her for mere seconds to roll on a condom. Then he returned, sliding into her deep, and loving the pleased sound that escaped her mouth.

She was every fantasy come true. From the skirt, to the panties, to her breasts bouncing with his each forward thrust. She’d rested one foot on his shoulder, giving him a hell of a view between her legs. Her other leg was wrapped securely around his waist, pulling him in because she wanted him closer.

Closer.

Desk sex was fantastic, but there was one problem. He couldn’t reach her mouth. And he needed her mouth. Unable to keep his distance any longer, he palmed her back, lifting her. Her lust-filled eyes were hooded, her pupils wide, her breath fanning out and blowing the fine strands of her hair.

His heart constricted, feeling so much for her in this moment, he wasn’t one hundred percent sure she couldn’t read it on his face.

“Dammit, McIntire,” he growled. She looped her arms around his neck and gave him a pleased smile. “Kiss me.”

…

She was unraveling. Marcus had started at her nipples, moved to sliding his fingers between her thighs, and now he was kissing her within an inch of her life.

Desk sex was good.

With Marcus, her mind filled in.

Dangerous thought, that. She swore after her last office relationship, she’d never have another. Granted, she hadn’t had the office relationship literally in an office. Marcus scooted her to the edge of the desk.

His arms wrapped around her, her body molded against his, and his eyes unerringly focused on hers. He took up every ounce of space in her immediate space, filled her vision, filled her body. That’s the way it had been with him. And she couldn’t find it within herself to complain.

The next pull and push of his hips caused pressure to build deep in her core. “Marcus,” she moaned into his mouth. Her thighs clamped.

“That’s it, Lil.” He pounded into her again, knowing just what she needed. “Come, baby. I’ve got you.”

He did have her. He had her cradled in those big arms. But then, she was cradling him between her legs, too. They were holding onto each other.

“I’ve got you,” he repeated.

At his next thrust, she let go—let go while she held onto him, her pulse skyrocketing, her breath shallow, her mind a complete and utter haze.

His release was on the heels of hers, and she enjoyed his orgasm almost as much as she enjoyed her own—the low sounds he made, his masculine scent curling in her nostrils, the way he felt inside her when he let himself go.

Incredible.

He held her to him while his breaths slowed, then he released her, laying her on the table. He kissed her chest, her collarbone, the side of her neck, then placed a soft kiss on the center of her mouth. She fingered his short hair, pushing it away from his forehead, and gave him a thoroughly satisfied smile.

His smile matched hers, lips parting over straight, white teeth, that dimple buried under a few days’ worth of growth. She raked her fingers through his stubble, loving the feel of it now that it was slightly soft.

“Growing a beard?” she asked.

“Want me to?”

She raised a brow. “Would you if I asked?”

He didn’t hesitate. “Yeah.”

Then he kissed her, and the silly romantic inside her wondered what else he’d do if she asked.

It was a tantalizing thought.

…

Cold chicken tasted better when Lily fed it to him.

He opened his mouth and she threw in a piece. She fished out another piece from the container and he opened his mouth, but she kept that bite for herself. He snatched her wrist and pulled her fingertips into his mouth, sucking the sauce off each one.

“Mm. We should eat every meal like this,” she said.

They were perched on the desk they’d made love on—er, banged on, he reminded himself tersely. Thanks to the solid craftsmanship of the Amish, it’d held them both, not wobbling in the least. He’d known it was a good purchase.

Lily redressed but he didn’t have the heart to tell her she’d buttoned her blouse crooked. Her hair was a frizzy tornado, her bare feet were folded under her, and her panties were in his pocket. She’d tried to wrestle them from his grip earlier and failed.

He hadn’t let her have them back, insisting this would be good practice for the RSD dinner. Now that he had the prize in his pocket, he was considering slipping them to her under the table during tomorrow’s meeting. That’d be fun.

“What are you smiling about?” she asked.

“Come home with me.”

Shit. So much for manning up.

She shoveled a bite of food into her mouth with the chopsticks. Gesturing to her chewing mouth, she shrugged like she couldn’t answer.

“You’re doing that on purpose,” he pointed out.

She spent a few more seconds chewing, swallowing, and running her tongue over her teeth.

“Seriously?”

She licked her lips, wiped her fingers along the corners of her mouth, and then said, “Okay.”

“Okay?” He was so shocked by a positive response, he nearly toppled off the desk.

She nodded.

“Okay.” He grabbed his keys from his desk. “Grab your stuff. Let’s go.”

He waited while she retrieved her purse and they left together, Marcus setting the alarm and locking up behind him.

“I’m driving,” he said.

“I can’t leave my car here.” She was halfway to her cherry-red compact already. “Joanie and Clive will wonder what happened.”

“And?”

“And…they will think you gave me a ride home.”

“Then they’ll be right. I’m giving you a ride to my home.”

He saw the worry on her face and paced over to where she stood. “Lil, what are you scared of?”

“I…I’ve done this before. Had a relationship with a guy I worked with.”

He frowned.

“A long time ago,” she added. “When I worked at Lawson and Becker. It didn’t end well.”

“Okay.” News to him. He knew she’d come from L&B before she worked here, but he didn’t know she’d left because of a guy.