There was simply no better way to start your night than with a lap full of sexy, warm woman. Her being practically naked certainly didn't hurt much either.
Reece let his hands drift down Sydney's damp, bare, back, and around her slim hips to come to rest on the tops of her thighs. His tanned skin was a stark contrast to her creamy flesh. Her forehead rested on his shoulder, deep breaths skating across his chest, cooling the layer of perspiration. Exertion and beard abrasion tinted her lush breasts and graceful neck a soft pink.
Her soft scent engulfed him, something that made Reece's head swim when mixed with a generous helping of sex. It was a far cry from the run-of-the-mill bar smells she'd strolled through to get to his office not twenty minutes before.
They'd managed to only partially undress one another. His shirt was open and pushed off one shoulder and his jeans and briefs were shoved down past his hips. Somehow he'd been able to get her top off and her bra unclasped, but her charcoal-gray skirt remained zipped and was bunched around her waist. The black lace thong she'd been wearing, however, didn't survive. One sharp snap of his wrist had rendered it no longer wearable.
As if she'd just noticed this little tidbit, she murmured, "You owe me a new pair of panties."
She lifted her head to look at him, reaching up with one hand to remove stray strands of her tousled auburn hair caught on his goatee, and cocked a perfectly arched eyebrow.
Without speaking, Reece flipped the front of his shirt over, showing her the spots where several buttons were now missing. Not that he was complaining. He'd take hot, impatient sex over decorum any day of the week.
One corner of her mouth quirked. "Oh, well then I guess we're even."
"Hello, by the way," Reece said, brushing her hair back from her flushed cheeks. "It would be nice to fuck in a bed sometime."
Lifting her hips, Sydney slid off of his semierect cock. Reece grimaced, immediately missing her snug heat. In fact, if she'd only stayed in place a few minutes more he would've been ready to go again. That was part of the problem with this little arrangement they had—he couldn't seem to get enough of her. It also wasn't lost on him that she hadn't responded to his comment about taking their steamy encounters to someplace more personal and private than his office.
Instead, she shimmied her skirt down her hips and began searching for her shirt while she stepped into her heels and snapped her bra closed.
Reece peeled himself off the dark leather couch, disposed of the condom in the trash in his tiny, private bathroom, washed his hands, and tucked himself back into his jeans. He shrugged out of the button up and opened a drawer in his desk, grabbing a new black T-shirt with the bar's logo on it and pulling it over his head.
"Syd, can I take you to dinner one night?"
She smoothed her hair back from her face and snapped a barrette in place, effectively taming her soft curls, while avoiding looking him in the face.
"Where are my sunglasses?" she mumbled, eyes darting around his office. Disappointment swept through him. "I'm taking that as a 'no'."
