“He wants this project but this car isn’t going to be easy. Or cheap. Oh, can you look at this and tell me what your handwriting says?” Duke pointed to a sticky note covered in impressively neat and legible handwriting.

When she moved around the desk to look, he slid around her to lock the door. He knew her liking to be watched thing had its limits but he wanted her so fiercely he seemed to throb with it.

When the lock clicked, she looked up.

If she had looked even the tiniest bit distressed or not into it in any way, he’d have written it off as a tease and unlocked.

Instead, she licked her lips but stayed where she was.

By the time he reached her—just four steps—that throb seemed to be thunder.

“You’re sure?” he asked quietly.

It was only hot if they were both on board.

Carmella swallowed and then nodded.

He was on her in one more half step, sweeping her close so he could whisper in her ear. “We’ll have to be quick. A down payment on whatever we do later tonight. And quiet.”

His office had windows facing part of the shop floor and her space. But there was a blind spot, one he would sometimes situate himself in so he could get stuff done without being seen by anyone passing by.

That’s where he moved her, his body against hers until they hit the corner where he’d placed a comfortable chair.

“So glad you’re wearing a dress today.” One-handed, he pushed the skirt up and then her panties down. He bit back a curse at how hot and slick she was when he parted her labia and played a finger through her pussy.

She sucked in a breath.

“Hands on the back of the chair,” he whispered. Even though they needed to be fast and quiet, that didn’t mean he needed to skimp on keeping her satisfied.

Slowly he circled her clit with a fingertip for a few breaths until she relaxed a little. Then he sped his pace, his touch firmer. Her body superheated around him.

Bent over her body, he spoke in her ear. “Hurry now, gorgeous. I need you to come before I fuck you.”

Her strangled, whispered response tore at him, sent a pulse of pleasure through him that dragged him right to the doorstep of orgasm.

The scent of her filled his senses, and as she rained honey on his palm when she came, he used a free hand to get his cock out. Just the brush of his skin against his dick sent a shiver through him.

“Now that you’re nice and wet,” he muttered, rolling a condom on quickly, “we can move to the next step.” He thrust into her pussy and she exhaled loudly enough that he put a hand over her mouth. And her cunt got so hot around him he knew she liked that very much.

“Ahh. I see.”

He kept his strokes deep and hard. Not fast, but relentless. The entire thing was so ridiculously hot and a little taboo that he was already incredibly turned on.

She squirmed against him, her breath against his palm. Jesus, she was going to kill him.

But first he was going to come. Really fucking hard. It gathered in the soles of his feet and then seemed to rush up his body and out his cock in wave after wave of pleasure so intense the muscles on the backs of his legs jumped.

He buried his face in her neck as he groaned as quietly as possible.

Years he’d had that office and he’d never had sex in it. Not a single time. Clearly he’d been waiting for the perfect woman to have it with because holy shit he was never going to look at that chair without the memory of this moment ever again.

“I’ll see you later,” she said once she’d gotten herself back in order and headed out to her office.

Her smile, though, damn. She got off on that little interlude as much as he did. Carmella Rossi was perfect for him. She just needed to see that herself.

CHAPTER Fourteen

Carmella got up early on Saturday to run the pills and some food over to her mom’s.

The house was quiet as she let herself in. Given the general state of the place, her mother hadn’t come home the night before.

“Too early to be alarmed,” Carmella muttered as she put the pills in their usual spot. The others had been taken, but there was no evidence of a problem so she took that for a win.

The dog was also missing, which hopefully meant her mother had it with her, so at least Carmella didn’t need to deal with a snarly, enraged houseguest and Ginger pouting for a week.

A check of the fridge when she dropped the food off showed nothing too abnormal. The usual cans of diet soda, some cheese. Virgie had eaten most of the stuff Carmella had left for her earlier in the week. No empties in the recycling.

Refusing to worry about it, she left a note for her mother on the fridge and headed out, stopping by the pharmacy to grab some sunscreen on her way home. A day out riding meant she’d have a sunburn on her cheeks and nose if she wasn’t careful.

When she pulled up at her house, Duke was already in his driveway with his motorcycle and several dudes around it and a few other bikes.

PJ was there and she called out Carmella’s name, waving. Pleased, Carmella waved back. A few days ago she’d gone to drinks with PJ and her friends and Duke came to pick her up and then they’d gone to Dick’s and had burgers and milkshakes, just the two of them.

It had been silly and wonderful.

The night had ended with amazing sex in his front hallway because the bedroom seemed too far at the time.

Never ever in her life had she given over to the sort of unrestrained sensuality that lived in her belly. Except with him. Duke made her feel wild and free, and because she didn’t know how not to be freaked out by that, she didn’t think about it and went for just feeling it instead.