I glanced down at my nakedness and sighed. I had to go to work wearing nothing but a raincoat. Fine. I could do it. Seton had made me do far worse things than that. But what would my colleagues think? I mean, it was fucking July and it was ninety-degrees outside! Beads of sweat formed on my forehead just looking at the damn coat.
I resolved not to think about it as I removed the coat from its hanger and shrugged into it, buttoning it and fastening the belt tightly around my waist. The coat was thin, and it was like wearing a light sweater. Hmmm. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.
I searched for a decent pair of high heels and found the black leather mules I wore at Samantha Minou’s book party. I’d just do it. I could wear a raincoat and nothing else all day. No problem. And, I thought, who knows? Maybe no one will notice!
*****
“Why are you wearing a coat? It’s fucking ninety-five degrees outside!”
I sighed. Okay, so maybe I was a teensy bit deluded in hoping that no one would notice. I gave Jeremy what I hoped was a nonchalant smile. “No clean clothes. I’m wearing something very wrinkled and ugly underneath and I don’t want to be seen in it.”
“So ugly and wrinkled that you have to wear a coat?”
I sighed again and turned weary eyes to my computer screen. I had been explaining the raincoat situation to everyone all day, and I was exhausted. I rubbed the back of my sweaty, tension-filled neck and wished for a couple of aspirins.
“Look, let’s just say I have to wear the fucking coat, okay?”
“Whoa!” Jeremy said, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise. “Sorry! Sheesh! Someone’s bitchy today!”
I rubbed my neck again and gave him an apologetic look. “I’m—I’m having a shitty day, Jeremy. Don’t mind me.”
A look of sympathy crept across his face. “It’s okay. Hey, I’ve been there. Sorry for being a pain in the ass.”
I flashed him a grateful smile and saved the file I’d been working on. It really had been a difficult day. The air-conditioner was broken, giving the office a smell that resembled moldy cheese. It was hot, oppressively so, and I’d had to wear this friggin’ raincoat because I wore nothing underneath it. I was sweaty as hell. My hair clung to my forehead and to the back of my neck. I’d sat through three staff meetings, slouched in a lump of misery, holding back tears of mortification whenever curious and amused glances swung my way. It was almost as if Seton had planned it this way. If Satan—ah hem, Seton—had wanted me to be uncomfortable, then he’d succeeded beautifully.
Jeremy sighed and perched on the side of my desk, situating himself right in front of the small fan that Rosie had brought in this morning. “Dude,” I said, indicating the fan, “don’t hog the little bit of cool air I’m getting in here!”
“Sorry,” he muttered, moving out of the way. He was leafing through an old copy of Publisher’s Weekly when he said, “By the way, our meal ticket’s here.”
My head shot up. “Seton’s here? Here at the office?”
Jeremy peered at me from underneath his eyelashes, brows furrowed. “Yeah. He’s been chatting with Alfred for almost an hour now.”
My stomach churned. “And you didn’t tell me?”
A puzzled look flitted across Jeremy’s face. He put down the magazine and slid off the desk. “Well…he came over to see Alfred. I didn’t think you’d—”
I leaped out of the chair and dashed out the door, ignoring Jeremy’s raised eyebrows. He called out something after me, but I didn’t hear it. I was going to give Seton a tongue-lashing he would never forget. Who the hell did he think he was, making me wear a coat on a hot, humid day with no central air and not bothering to come see me the moment he arrived here?
But the anger melted away the second I saw him. I skidded to a halt and just looked at him.
He hovered around Alfred’s doorway, chattering away with my boss as if they were old friends. In spite of the heat, Seton looked cool and crisp in a beige t-shirt that emphasized the width of his broad shoulders and a pair of long grey cargo pants that brought out his lean, muscular legs. His wavy dark hair was slightly unkempt, as if he’d swept his fingers through it many times. His skin was slightly darker now—almost olive-colored—as if instead of London he’d traveled to an exotic tropical island. His appearance warmed places deep inside of me, rising my temperature to dangerous proportions. God, I’d missed him!
“Marge!” Alfred called out, flashing me one of his big toothy grins. “Look who’s graced us with his presence!”
Seton spun around. His gaze went straight to the raincoat, then slid down to my shoes, and a mixture of hunger and approval flitted through his eyes, making my inner temperature rise all the higher. A slight smile twitched his lips.
“Poor Marge ran out of clean clothes,” Alfred explained to Seton. “So she came here wearing a coat. Crazy girl. I told her to go home, but she insisted on staying. She’s stubborn, as you’ll get to know.”
“Yes, I’ll bet,” Seton purred, eyes blazing with lust.
The attraction and sexual tension that passed between us was almost palpable, and I wondered if Jeremy and Alfred had picked up on it. I plastered a friendly smile across my face and walked slowly toward Alfred and Seton. Jeremy was next to me, his head swinging from me to Seton and back again. Then his eyes traveled down to my raincoat and a flicker of understanding crept over his face.
“You two want to be alone?” Jeremy asked suggestively, amusement covering his features.
I shot him a sharp look. Then I cast a worried glance at Alfred. He looked confused, his face creasing into a deep frown. Seton was glaring at Jeremy. I just stood there, wishing I was dead.
“As a matter of fact,” Seton said, voice neutral, “I do wish to speak privately with you, Miss Fordham. It’s regarding my novel. I’m having some trouble with the plot and I was hoping you could give me some pointers.”
I blinked at him. I hadn’t read a single page from his novel, hadn’t so much as caught a glimpse of it. I had begun to wonder if this work-in-progress really exited. “Oh! Well, uh…okay!”
The frown left Alfred’s face and in its place a pleased smile stretched from ear to ear. He probably saw Seton’s request as a positive sign—that perhaps he’d want to join us if he felt comfortable with me.
I shot Jeremy a severe, just-wait-till-you-and-I-are-alone look before I marched back to my office, Seton in front of me. He did the gentlemanly thing and ushered me inside, closing the door softly behind us. Then he walked slowly toward me, like a lion stalking its prey, a devilish smile quirking his lips. He closed the distance between us by pulling me against him.
“I missed you,” he said.
My heart fluttered with uncontainable emotion. I wrapped a hand around the back of his neck and pulled him down so that I could kiss him. “I missed you too! Christ, Seton, last week felt like an eternity without you!”
A surprised look passed over Seton’s face. Then he smiled and said, “Then let’s make up for the lost time.” He worked on the tiny buttons on my coat. “Show me that beautiful naked body.”
I frowned. “Here?”
“Yes,” he answered huskily, lowering my coat until it slipped to the floor.
He stepped back and stared, his gaze traveling languidly over my nakedness, and a sweet waft of lust stirred the air between us. My body glistened with moisture from the heat and my nipples were hard in spite of the sweltering weather. The look of sheer desire in Seton’s green orbs made me want to cross my arms over my chest as if to ward off a chill.
“Uh, Seton,” I uttered cautiously, “someone might come in and see.”
“Exactly!” he said, taking a couple of steps closer. Two strong arms slid around my waist as he pressed his clad body against my nude one. I felt his cock stiffen inside his pants. “You love fucking under the threat of discovery.”
Panic surged through me. “You wouldn’t dare.”
He raised an eyebrow. “I wouldn’t?”
Obviously, it was a bad ide
a to challenge a Dom. “We can’t have sex in here!” I hissed, alarmed. “I could get fired!” My voice had gone two octaves higher than normal. Sheer terror stirred within me. I glanced worriedly at the closed door, hoping against hope that no one would open it. The door had no lock and someone could easily burst in.
“You won’t get fired,” Seton said, voice calm. “I’ve made sure of that.”
I frowned at the last sentence, but all thoughts escaped me once his lips captured mine in a deep, tender kiss.
“Now stop with this ‘no means yes’ nonsense,” he said when the kiss ended. “I thought you were over that. The fear of getting caught excites you. Now let’s do it.”
The slightly muted sounds of printers, fax machines, phones and voices filtered through the walls. Images flashed through my mind. Sex in my private office…no lock on the door…my colleagues hovering nearby. The risk of it, the danger. Mmm. It sounded appealing, very appealing, but it was far too risky.
“Let’s go to my private bathroom,” I suggested urgently. “There’s a lock on the door. It’ll be safer there.”
“No,” Seton said in that quietly commanding way of his. “Here.”
He kissed me again, relaxed and unconcerned. He gave my lips a light nip with his teeth, and I felt some of the tension leave my body. Then he lowered his head, his body crouched in front of me, and touched a nipple with his mouth, teasing it gently and flicking it with his tongue. He kissed the valley between my breasts and trailed a hot path until he reached my lips again.
“This feels good, my pet,” he whispered. “You’ll enjoy it.”
“But we can’t—”
“Be quiet.” He slid his knee between my thighs and pressed it against my pussy. The rough material of his cargo pants scraped against my sensitive clit, sending harsh jolts of pleasure through me.
A moan of encouragement almost escaped me, but I stifled it just in time. Then I suppressed a pleading whimper when his knee withdrew from between my legs. I didn’t want him to know that his ministrations were having an effect on me, but knew I wouldn’t be able to hide it for much longer. Arousal was rippling through me in liquefying heat. I was keenly aware of the risks—my gaze drifted to the door every second—but the fear of getting caught fueled me and made me all the more aroused. I knew I should put a stop to this before it went further. We couldn’t do this, we simply couldn’t.
“Please, stop,” I managed to rasp out. “You ignored me at Samantha Minou’s party because you didn’t want to flaunt our affair to our colleagues, and now you put me at risk like this?”
He shrugged. “This is different. It’s risky sex, which I know you love. Besides,” he smiled, “I don’t think our relationship is such a big secret anymore.”
I frowned. “What? What do you—”
Seton pressed his lips against mine as he hoisted me up and settled me on top of my desk. The sweet titillation continued when he nibbled on my neck, trailing a feather-light path over to my collarbone, as his hand reached inside my vagina.
“Well, what do you know?” he said, amusement touching his warm tones. “You’re already wet!”
His thumb made lazy circles around my clit as two fingers slid into my slick passage. Lust shimmered within me, making me all the more alarmed.
“We can’t do this,” I insisted. “What if Alfred walks in? What if—OHH!”
A storm of sensations burst through every corner of my body when Seton’s fingers curled deep inside me, to a place that felt so good I almost passed out from sheer ecstasy. A hot, mind-blowing sensation flared in a spot within me that had never been explored before.
“You were saying, my pet?”
I gasped and stared fixedly at the door through half-closed eyes, hoping no one would burst in now that Seton’s talented fingers were doing all kinds of wonderful things to me. When he ended his mind-boggling ministrations, I shot him a pleading, I’ll-die-if-you-stop-now look.
“Don’t worry, darling,” he said huskily as he unzipped his pants. “This is far from over.”
He thrust into me, filling me completely in one swift motion, and I bit back a scream of pleasure. Then he stilled, letting me adjust to the full length of him. Curling my arms loosely around his neck, I closed my eyes for a few heartbeats and enjoyed the sweet sensation of his flesh pulsing deep within me. I wrapped my legs around Seton’s waist to feel him deeper still, the high heels on my mules digging into his trouser-clad butt. The animal-like growl that came from deep within his chest made me want to smile. I knew this was far from wise, giving in to pleasure when someone could come bursting into my office at any second, but the danger of getting caught was a potent aphrodisiac that ignited my lust to reckless heights.
Seton began to move in long and deep strokes, and any lingering panic and reluctance on my part had finally dissolved, turning into all-consuming passion. Pleasure surged through me, sharpened by the keen awareness of danger, the risk of getting caught, and I surrendered completely to it.
He moved faster, his body vibrating, quivering with heat and rapture as he plunged into me again and again. I caught his lips with mine, kissing him hungrily and urgently, to show him the depths of my desire.
Aching need rippled through me when he began to tease his thumb against my anus, and it all went uphill from there. It didn’t take long for the shuddering climax to burst out of me like thousands of tiny frissons of fire. I gasped and buried my face in Seton’s cloth-covered chest, muffling my intense cries of pleasure. Seton’s fingers dug into my ass as his own orgasm hit.
When the spasms finally eased, Seton brushed a kiss across my lips and smiled a drowsy little smile.
“There’s nothing quite like the fear of discovery to spice things up.”
“Holy crap!” I rasped out, breathless. “Now that’s what I call a quickie!”
He let out a hoarse little chuckle and wrapped his arms around me, holding me tight. I cupped his face between my hands and pressed kisses over his eyelids and cheeks. He was damp with sweat, his short hair clung to his forehead, but I didn’t care. It was heaven to be with him this way—happy and sated and encased in the masculine warmth of his body. He caught my hand in his and kissed the palm.
“I hate to break this moment,” I said with deep regret. “I mean, I really hate to break it, but I should get dressed before someone sees me.”
Seton said nothing, just smoothed away a strand of my hair from where it lay plastered to my hot forehead and delivered another soft kiss to my lips. Then he bent down to grab the raincoat and wrapped it tenderly over my nakedness. My body and the coat were now drenched with sweat, both mine and Seton’s.
“It’s a bloody shame you have to be covered up,” he lamented. “You look beautiful this way, all flushed and glowy.”
“That’s not glow, that’s sweat.” I slipped my arms inside the sleeves and fastened the belt. “I can’t believe you made me wear this God-awful thing in this kind of weather.”
He looked shamefaced for a moment. “My most humble apologies, darling. I had no idea it was going to be this bloody hot. Next time I’ll check the weather forecast. Promise.”
“Yeah, you’d better.” I gave him a quick once-over and wrinkled my nose at him. “Could you please move away from me? You smell kind of funky.”
He raised an eyebrow. “You weren’t complaining just a few moments ago.”
“Of course I was! Didn’t you hear me refusing you just moments before you ravished me?”
He laughed. “Shut up or I’ll do it again.”
“No!” I held up my hands and made the sign of the cross. “Stay away!”
Seton chuckled as he sauntered over to a mini-fridge perched in the corner of my small office and pulled out two bottles of water. He handed one to me. Then he reached for the fan and moved it right in front of me. The combination of the semi-cool fan air and the cold water revived me. “Are you free tonight?” he asked after he took a sip of water. “I have something planned for us this eveni
ng. Something naughty.” He smiled.
I returned the smile. “Yes, I’m free.”
An unidentifiable emotion passed over his features as he trailed a finger down the bridge of my nose. “I also have a proposition to make. A new one.” Something akin to that of apprehension passed over his features. “And it’s not a business proposition this time, so don’t even think it.”
Trepidation coursed through me. What was he going to propose, and was I ready to hear it? Was he going to end things with me? Or was the proposal—dare I hope?—a romantic one? For a few moments, I imagined Seton asking me to go steady with him. But that was a dangerous bridge to cross. I couldn’t get my hopes up, so I squashed the thought altogether. Suppressing a shiver, I opened my mouth to reply, but in that moment I heard the muffled sounds of Alfred barking out orders to Rosie. He was heading for my door.
“Shit!” I hissed, pushing Seton off of me and rushing to the window in the opposite corner, where I stood as far away from Seton as possible. Hastily, I buttoned up my coat with shaky fingers.
Flustered, I smoothed down my hair and sent a silent thank you heavenward for the hot and humid weather. Otherwise I would have never been able to explain my feverish, ravaged state to my boss.
Unhurriedly, Seton zipped up his pants and tried to put some order in his appearance. Alfred knocked just a second before charging in, Rosie and Jeremy behind him.
Alfred glanced at me and Seton and smiled. “Sorry to interrupt, but I just want to let you kids know that we’re calling it an early day. It’s hotter than a freshly screwed fox in a forest fire in here and I’m concerned about Marjorie’s health, wearing that thing.” He grabbed a chair and plopped down onto it, blissfully unaware of the tension in the room. Well…unaware of my tension, for Seton looked smooth and relaxed—as smooth and relaxed as someone whose face was almost completely covered in sweat could look. “I hope our Marjorie has been helpful.”
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