“For five more days,” he said slowly. “And if I weren’t to read your story, if I left it for Camille to edit, then I’d only be your boss on a technicality, and not in a way that could represent a conflict of interest.”

Emma gave a low laugh. “There wasn’t a concern over conflict of interest when you assigned me the damn story—”

“Which I’ve apologized for,” he said calmly.

“And which I forgive you for,” she said equally calmly.

The silence in the room grew. So did the sexual tension.

When Emma spoke again, her voice was a husky whisper. “The door—”

“Locked,” he interrupted.

Then he reached down with one hand, hooked it behind her neck, and pulled her up. His mouth claimed hers in carnal possession.

That extra button Riley’d undone didn’t end up making a damn bit of difference. Not when he roughly pulled her blouse out from where it was tucked into her skirt, tugging her clothes apart with the same frantic urgency that she tore at his.

There was no suit jacket today, no tie, just a navy button-down dress shirt that Emma all but ripped from his body before sinking her teeth into his shoulder.

Cassidy swore, one hand wrapping around her back, the other tangling in her hair as he pulled her mouth up toward his. He spun them around then, so now it was Emma whose hips were pinned against the desk.

Then his hands slid under her butt, lifting her so she was sitting on the desk, his hands roughly pushing her thighs apart so he could step between them.

He shrugged out of his shirt before removing hers, and they both moaned when his palms closed over the light pink fabric of her bra.

“When I watched you put this on this morning, I dreamed of taking it back off again,” he said as he pulled back and ran a finger over the small bow between her breasts.

“So why don’t you?”

Instead of complying, he bent his knees, running the tip of his tongue over the upper slope of each breast, moving lower and lower with each swipe until he flicked just under the fabric, but shy of her nipples, which were desperate for his touch.

To pay him back, she reached for the bulge of his pants, using her nails to lightly trace the outline of his hardness without giving him any kind of relief. His teeth raked her breast and she gasped.

His hands finally slid around her back, undoing the clasp of her bra with a quick flick before slowly pulling the lacy garment off her.

Emma’s eyes closed, but he used one finger to lift her chin up so her face was tilted to his, and she opened her eyes to meet his hot gaze. Then his thumbs found her nipples, pressing, as his blue gaze stayed locked on hers, watching her every reaction, as though trying to commit her every whimper and gasp to memory.

Her hands went to his waist, his skin hot and firm against her palms as she tried to drag him even closer, and when that didn’t work, her hands went to his head, pulling his lips down to hers as she used her tongue to tease his.

Then he pulled back and bent his knees, his lips finding her nipple as his palm came up to cover her mouth, stifling her startled cry.

Emma’s head tipped back, her back arching as she sat on Cassidy’s desk and his dark head moved between her breasts, laving them with attention from his hot mouth.

When he straightened, she whimpered at the loss, but only briefly because then he was pulling her off the desk and turning her around, one hand wrapped around her hip as the other palm found the spot directly between her shoulder blades and pushed so she was bending over the desk, ass in the air.

He tilted forward with his hips, and even through the fabric of his pants and her skirt she felt his hard cock press against her. It was both too much and not enough, and she made a ragged whimpering noise that could have been either a plea or a curse.

Cassidy wrapped one arm around her chest, above her breasts, pulling her upper body back just enough so that he could press his mouth to her ear.

“I lied earlier,” he said roughly, his hand moving down to palm her breast.

She shook her head slightly, indicating she didn’t follow and his fingers pinched her nipple. Hard.

“I didn’t lock the door,” he whispered.

And then his hands slid down, finding the hem of her skirt and tugging it upward over her hips, over her ass, until his thumbs brushed over the lace covering her butt cheeks.

“Anyone could walk in,” he whispered, his fingers kneading her soft flesh. “Anyone could walk in and see me doing this.”

He lowered to his knees as his hands tugged her panties down and off, using his body to steady her as he helped her step out of the tiny scrap of lace without the panties snagging on her heels.

Cassidy’s thumbs touched her ankles, the touch strangely erotic, before his hands made the slow trek back up her over her calves, up over the backs of her thighs, and then in between, urging them apart.

His finger slid smoothly inside her at the exact moment his teeth nipped her butt cheek and Emma cried out, left to stifle her moans with her own hand since his were busy.

His free hand slid around her front, his fingertips easily finding the nub of her clit as a second finger from his other hand joined the first and pumped inside her.

The sensations were too much. Between the fingers circling her, the fingers twisting inside her, and his hot breath on the back of her thighs, Emma shattered, her fingernails clawing uselessly at the hard surface of his desk as she came harder than she ever had before.

He stood slowly, his hands staying at her hips until he was certain she was steady and then he guided her around to the other side of his desk.