His concern was touching. She smiled. “Very.”
“What, where are we going?” She tried to calm herself. The elevator was moving again and in a matter of seconds, she would be out.
“There’s no way in hell we’re going down like this.” He removed his shirt and brought it around Rachel’s shoulders. Then bent and scooped up her clothing. “We’re going to my office.”
The doors opened. Rachel rushed out, unconcerned with her undressed state. She sucked in several lung full’s of fresh air-conditioned air. A quick glance told her they were alone. The clock on the wall revealed it was almost seven-ten. The whole building was probably empty by now.
James passed her and she followed him to his office. He closed and locked the door behind them. She watched him toss her clothes to the sofa, and turn on a desk lamp. When he turned to face her, his gaze traveled down her body in a lingering, visual caress. Remembering her pussy was exposed, Rachel pulled his shirt around her. A crooked grin covered his face, too sexy for words. Suddenly she felt exposed and shy. They’d just had smoking hot sex in the elevator, where did they go from there?
He walked back to her with a lazy, satisfied look on his face, the glaze of their recent intimacy still evident in his eyes. Rachel tried to avoid looking down at his pants, when she knew they were still unzipped and parted. Excitement filled her senses. Cum was running down the inside of her thigh and she resisted rubbing her legs together to stop the tickle. She began to tingle all over, anticipating that they would fuck again. She’d enjoyed his magnificent cock inside her and wanted to experience it again.
“What do we do now?” she asked when James halted within an inch from her.
“I want to see all of you. Take your clothes off.”