Predictably, Tessa blushed furiously and stared down at her feet shyly. “I’m, um, glad to be of help, Mr. Gregson. I’d, ah, better get back to work now, sir.”

She practically scurried off like a frightened rabbit, or the skittish fawn he’d compared her to earlier, and he wished like hell he had the nerve to call her back. He sunk into his oversized leather chair, leaning into the padded headrest, and closed his eyes as he imagined all of the naughty, dirty things he longed to do to her, right here in his office.

Tessa glanced over at the office door uncertainly. “Aren’t you afraid that someone will hear us? Or suspect what we’re doing?” she whispered.

He smiled as he pulled her into his arms. “No, to both of your questions, love,” he purred, his hand rubbing her back soothingly. “The door is securely locked, which means no one will dare disturb us. And the way I’m feeling right now – as much as I want you – I think I’d try and kill anyone who even dares to knock on that damned door.”

He kissed her then, swallowing up any further protests she might have made beneath the firm pressure of his mouth. Her lips parted sweetly, and he didn’t hesitate to thrust his tongue boldly inside of her warm, wet mouth. His hands roamed freely up and down her back, then slid slower to squeeze the high, firm cheeks of her ass. Tessa groaned beneath the fierceness of his kiss, and he could hear the little gasp of surprise she made deep in her throat when he began to grind his enormously swollen erection against the hot, welcoming notch of her thighs.

“Like this,” he murmured huskily, turning her around and walking her over to the wide expanse of his mahogany desk. She didn’t resist as he bent her over the desk before unfastening her wrap dress and tossing it aside. He hissed sharply as the seductive curves of her body were revealed to his hot gaze – her big, round breasts spilling out of a low-cut bra of black lace, and her perfect derriere barely covered by a pair of sheer, lacy black panties.

“You’re even more beautiful than I imagined,” he whispered hotly in her ear, deftly unhooking her bra at the same time. His hands cupped her firm breasts, his fingers tugging on the hardened points of her nipples. “And I’ve imagined you many times, darling, exactly like this – willing, eager, and very, very aroused.”

Tessa whimpered as he slid his entire palm inside the low-cut waistband of those sexy little panties, his fingers finding her wet and more than ready for him. He swore softly beneath his breath as she began to thrust her hips in conjunction with the slow, steady pump of his fingers deep inside her pussy, and with each back and forth motion her breathing grew more ragged.

“Please,” she begged in that high, breathy little voice that turned him on like crazy. “I need you, Ian. Please don’t make me wait any longer.”

He nuzzled his face against the side of her neck. “Your wish is my command, darling,” he rasped. “And you aren’t the only one who can’t wait a moment longer.”

He stripped his clothes off in record time, tossing each item heedlessly around his office until he was as naked as she was. His legs were unsteady, shaking a bit as he stepped directly behind her, and his cock was harder and thicker than it had ever been before. But then he had never coveted a woman the way he did now - the beautiful, sexy blonde bent over his desk in a most submissive posture, the tempting curve of her ass sticking straight up.

Ian caressed her buttocks, savoring the feel of her soft, warm flesh, before slipping his hand between her legs. She moaned as he opened her, obediently spreading her legs a bit wider as he slowly began to work his cock inside of her body. He grit his teeth as she gradually took a bit more of him with each slow, careful thrust. God, she was tight, her sweet, slick pussy sucking him deeper inside of her until he was finally buried to the hilt, his achingly full balls slapping against her flesh each time he moved. Ian closed his eyes as he began to fuck her harder, the pleasure building and building until it was all he knew. He could hear Tessa’s unsteady breathing, the little gasps she made each time he rammed his cock a little deeper inside of her, and in some vague, shadowy corner of his brain he hoped that no one was walking past his office at this moment, that no one would overhear the sounds of their wild, frantic coupling. He was –

“Mr. Gregson? Are you all right, sir?”

Ian started, his eyes flying open guiltily as he gazed over at Andrew. His PA was studying him with concern, and he was quick to reassure him.

“Fine, just fine, thank you,” he mumbled almost incoherently. “Just, ah, deep in concentration is all. I must have drifted off there for a moment.”

He shifted in his seat a bit awkwardly, the bulge at his crotch more than a little uncomfortable, and he was grateful that the lower half of his body was well hidden beneath his desk. He dealt with Andrew swiftly, sending the PA off rather brusquely.

It was only when Andrew had disappeared from sight that Ian buried his face in his hands, shaking his head in mild disgust.

‘Jesus, mate,’ he scolded himself. ‘You have damned well got to get control of this situation immediately. You’re too bloody old to be having wet dreams, and especially here at the office. No matter what it takes, you’ve got to stop salivating over that girl. She’s never going to be yours, so just man up and deal with it.’

After a few long, painful minutes, his throbbing erection finally subsided to the point where he could concentrate again. But Ian feared it would take a great deal longer to completely banish his foolish obsession with young Tessa Lockwood.

Chapter Thirteen

Tess,

Just found out that the airport over here in Bangkok is staging a forty-eight hour mechanic’s strike. Almost every flight is grounded, including mine. I’m trying to figure out another way to get back to California, but it’s not looking good right now. So, unfortunately, it doesn’t look as though I’ll be home until Saturday night at the earliest. Sorry, Tess, I know we’d made plans to go for a hike together. If I get home on time maybe we can still try and make it for Sunday. Hope you’re doing okay and not working too hard. I’ll keep you updated.

Take care,

Peter

Tessa impatiently brushed tears away as she read Peter’s email over a second time. She knew it wasn’t his fault, of course, knew that he’d be flying home tonight as scheduled if things were up to him. But this news was the absolute last thing she needed after the truly awful day she’d had, and the urge to break down and weep – or curl up in a little ball – was becoming very hard to resist.