Filed to story: Can’t Get Enough Of You
They all looked surprised. So, maybe I didn’t usually thank them or commend them for doing good work. Maybe Izzy inspired me to be a nicer person. Someone she could see herself with, one day. Maybe I wasn’t just an asshole all the time.
Well, okay, I was. But I was trying.
I launched into another set of bullet points of things I needed done as soon as possible, and when I started snapping commands, my staff looked a little more at ease. The fact that they were uncomfortable with me being nice was something I probably needed to take note of.
But my mind wasn’t on them or the work we discussed. It was on Izzy the whole time. She took notes, looking composed and professional.
I flashed on images of her naked, spread across my desk. I flashed on the sound of her moaning when I licked and sucked on her pussy.
And my cock twitched in my pants.
“I think that’s all for today,” I said, adjourning the meeting. I couldn’t think straight anymore.
Hell, whenever she was around me, I couldn’t think straight at all.
When the team dispersed, leaving the conference room one by one, I cleared my throat.
“Miss Lowden,” I said, addressing her in front of the others. “Please stay behind a moment.”
She glanced at me and swallowed. Felicity raised her eyebrows before she squeezed Izzy’s arm in support.
When everyone was gone, Izzy turned to me.
“What can I do for you?” she asked politely.
“You know what you can do for me,” I said, taking a step closer.
Her eyes darkened when she looked up at me. Her lips were parted and plump and so fucking kissable.
“I don’t think so,” she said, and I wasn’t sure if she meant she didn’t know, or she didn’t want to go out with me.
I closed the last bit of distance between us, and her breath caught in her throat. God, I loved it when she got flustered around me like that.
“Come out with me,” I said.
She swallowed hard and shook her head no, but it wasn’t very convincing. I stared into her eyes and her gaze slid to my lips. It was only a moment. But it was there.
Bingo.
I pulled her in closer for a kiss.
She hesitated for just a moment before she kissed me back. Her arms snaked around my neck and I pulled her body tightly against mine. Thank God I’d arranged the meeting with the design team in one of the conference rooms with solid walls rather than glass partitions. Because there was no way in hell I was going to stop myself from getting whatever Izzy was willing to give me, and if the rest of the company saw it, we were going to be in a world of trouble.
I could just imagine Hannah from HR getting her panties in a twist about the whole damn thing.
I stopped thinking about Hannah and rules and the rest of the company and focused on Izzy. My tongue was in her mouth, my body pressed against the length of hers, and I ground my hips against her so she could feel just how hard I was for her. I wanted her so fucking badly, I was already entertaining thoughts of stripping her naked and fucking her on the conference room table. The door had a lock, right? I couldn’t remember.
But we could figure it out. Hell, I could even fuck her up against the door to prevent any chance of anyone trying to get into the room.
The idea made me hotter. Izzy’s soft moans and whimpers into my mouth as we kissed and groped each other just fired me up that much more.
Suddenly, she pulled back, breaking the kiss. She breathed hard, her breasts heaving and falling.
“We shouldn’t do this,” she said, swallowing hard and running her hands through her hair, trying to compose herself.
“Why not?” I asked. “Don’t you want this?”
“God, I want it so bad,” she breathed. “But this…” She took a deep breath and let it out in a shudder. She looked at me and her eyes were filled with hunger and need. But under it all, there was sense. Izzy was responsible.
Fuck, I loved that about her.
And I hated it.
“I should focus on work,” she said. “I need to get back to my office, and we shouldn’t… distract ourselves.”
I blinked at her. She was choosing work over me? How was that possible?
Women never told me ‘no.’ They never turned me down. The fact that Izzy was doing it was hard to understand-no, impossible to understand.
And for some reason, that only made me hotter for her.
Women always threw themselves at me, and as flattering as that was, it got old. This was new. Izzy was a breath of fresh air. And the fact that she respected herself, and chose something important over what she wanted, made me respect her.
“Fine,” I finally said. “Focus on your work. But you can’t leave me like this with nothing to hold onto.”
A smile played over her lips. “What?”
“You have to give me something. Some sign, some… I don’t know. Say you’ll go out with me.”
“What do you need a sign for?” she asked. Her eyes were almost laughing at me now.
I shrugged, feeling like a schoolboy who didn’t know how to talk to a girl. Who was asking for attention and not just demanding it. The sensation was new.
“Say you’ll go out with me,” I said.
She hesitated, but a smile spread across her face. “Sure,” she said. “I’ll go out with you sometime.”