Snuggling up to Drew, preventing him from pushing the button, she said, “Let’s have sex in the elevator.”
He heaved a sigh and held her away from him, nodding toward the security camera mounted in the back corner. “I don’t want my coworkers to know me that well.”
“Can’t you turn it off?” She cupped him again and rubbed his length, his back to the spying camera.
He shook his head. “No. All I can do is lock the elevator. But with the camera running, there’s no point.”
“Lock it.” Wow, her brilliant ideas just kept coming.
“I told you—”
“Lock it.” She hiccupped. “I have an idea.”
Shrugging, he reached past her and inserted his card key into the shining brass panel, then pushed the lock button. “Now what?”
She stood, calculating distance. Yes, it would definitely work.
Directing him, she slipped beneath his arm and wedged back against the corner beneath the surveillance camera. A glance up confirmed they were well out of the camera’s range, with maybe a foot to spare. “Sound?” she asked, pointing up at the camera.
He shook his head.
“Good, then let’s take care of your zipper problem.” In one swift move, she pushed down his boxers and pants. Dropping to her knees, she took his length into her mouth and tried to remember the technique in the magazine she’d read while she’d had her hair highlighted.
Drew gripped the brass handrails on either side of Maggie and closed his eyes. Watching her hot mouth devour him would push him over the edge almost before they began.
The muscles in his legs began to quiver. He locked his knees and tried not to thrust like a wild man.
She petted his balls and ran her velvety hot tongue up and down his length before once again attempting to swallow him whole.
He clenched his jaw so hard he wouldn’t have been surprised to crack his molars.
Damn! He ached to reciprocate. But all he could reach was the top of her head. He ran his hands through and around her tousled curls. It wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough.
The thought of all the things he’d do to her once they gained her room caused his hips to pump faster.
8
Realization slammed into Drew as Maggie gagged. He took a hasty step back to rectify the situation. And, with his pants and underwear tangled at his ankles, stumbled and landed flat on his back on the plush red carpet of the elevator floor.
Maggie scrambled to her feet, intent clear in her good eye.
He had no recourse. He raised his foot to stop her from coming to him. The action, with his pants still around his ankles, caused him to roll into a curve like a sex-starved armadillo.
“Camera,” he ground out while struggling to pull his boxers up over his tent-pole erection.
“What can I do to help?” She cast a nervous glance up at the offending black box.
Was that a tear glistening?
Crying was never a good sign. He racked his brain for a way to salvage a situation that had disaster written all over it.
“Stay right there. There’s no reason for us both to be caught with our pants down.”
She frowned. “My pants aren’t down. I’m wearing a dress.”
“It was a metaphor, Maggie.” He got to his feet and glared over his shoulder at the camera while jerking up his pants.
“But I feel so awful!” Head hanging, she mumbled, “I can’t do anything right.”
Disaster was beginning to morph into capital letters.
He had to do something. Now.
“Show me your tits,” he said in a choked voice. She’d told him she liked him to talk dirty, but now that he’d gotten to know her, it was more difficult.
Color blossomed in her cheeks—well, her cheek, since the other one was pretty colorful already. Just when he decided to tell her to forget it, she slipped the bodice down, exposing her breasts.
Damn, he loved her breasts. He’d always been a leg man, but there was just something about her breasts that had him salivating and hard as a rock. Not large by any standards, they were just right. They fit perfectly into the palm of his hand. And his mouth. Bad thought, when he was trying to stuff his eager cock back into his pants.
“Okay, cover up before I say, ‘Fuck the camera,’ and come over there.” At the widening of her eye, he said, “You have no idea how much I want you. Right now. Right here.” He chuckled and shook his head, more than a little relieved when he finally convinced his zipper to close. “But I also need to keep my job.” He smirked. “Assuming my full-frontal display just now didn’t already jeopardize it.”
Turning back to the panel, he unlocked the elevator and pushed the button to resume their ascent. “If no one else gets on the elevator, stay back there until we get to your floor. And no matter what, do not turn and look at the camera. Just walk straight out of here.”
“What if someone else gets on before our floor?” Her voice sounded small and uncertain. It was all he could do to stay facing forward.
“Then we try to blend with the crowd and get off wherever they do. If we have to, we can use the stairs the rest of the way.”
Drew dared not look back at Maggie until they were a safe distance down the hall. “Give me your key.” He put out his hand and finally looked at her.
Then he almost swallowed his tongue.
Sometime during their ride, or maybe as they walked down the hall, Maggie had done something with the top of her dress. It was gone. In its place was the sparkling scarf she’d worn around her neck. She’d fashioned it into some kind of strapless halter-looking thing tied between her breasts.
“You’re killing me, you know.” His gaze took in every inch of the sheer top, its metallic threads playing peekaboo with her nipples.
“You don’t like it?” She grinned and did a slow turn.
The back was virtually nonexistent, so sheer was the scarf. As she turned back to face him, he realized she could most likely wear the thing in public, given the way the sheer fabric bunched in strategic places. And the bow helped hide the crucial areas from the casual observer.
Of course, he was no casual observer and saw it only as a giant bow wrapping up a delectable present he was itching to unwrap.
As soon as the door clicked shut behind them, he threw the bolt home and pulled her into his arms. The passionate kiss that followed precluded conversation.
Finally he broke the kiss and looked down at her. “What happened to the top of your dress?”
“It’s still here. I tucked it into the skirt.”
“Very clever.” Grinding his erection against her, he said on a growl, “Lose it.”
She didn’t have to be told twice. After waiting a lifetime to be this wild, this free, she wasn’t going to waste a second of it.
Hooking her fingers in the sides of the silk, she shimmied it over her hips and let it fall to pool at her feet, allowing Drew time to admire the view she made in nothing but her scarf and purple thong panties with her high-heeled blue sandals. If the expression on his face—and the bulge in the front of his trousers—was any indication, he admired it very much.
Her nipples puckered beneath his scrutiny, rasping against the metallic threads running through the softer silk. Dampness in her thong made her want to