Her legs were straight, her curvy little behind back in front of his face, way too close for comfort. Her hair was tumbling over her shoulders, and she had pulled her lip into her mouth and was making little sucking noises with it.
Then, for some unknown reason that probably involved nefarious plans to torture him, she spread her legs. Just widened them a bit so that her feet were planted a foot apart. Her skirt inched up under the strain.
It could be she was getting more comfortable. Or it could be that she knew the effect spreading her thighs would have on him.
He was an arm's length from her. He studied the smoothness of her stocking-covered legs. They were perfect. Narrow, yet muscular, they climbed up to her skirt, double doses of torture.
One lean forward, one hand out, and he could be touching that thigh. He could be sliding up that skirt, not stopping until he hit paydirt. If she wore garters as he suspected, there would be no stockings protecting her panties from him.
And there was nothing to stop him from pushing aside whatever scrap of lace she was wearing and touching deep inside Candy.
"This is a fun question," she chirped on cheerfully, unaware he was battling with the forces of good and evil.
Evil was pulling ahead by a nose, which was quickly lengthening into a mile.
"I like a lot of things about you, Jared. You're a hard worker, you don't gossip, you dress really well, and you're intelligent."
He barely heard her. He was moving. Leaning forward, edging closer and closer to her, until he could smell her scent.
She was wearing a light floral perfume, mixed with something berry, probably a lotion she'd rubbed on after her shower. It pulled him closer, drawing him in, his breath hitching in anticipation. He was there, just behind her, straining to control himself.
He was not going to touch. He wasn't. He was just taking a better look.
Candy's knee bent a little. Her skirt lifted. And he saw it. The edge of her stocking, and the little hook that connected it to the garter. Above the hook was a strap of lace, contrasting against the flash of golden peach skin next to it.
His breath caught and he tilted his head. His own legs were spread, and he was resting his hands between his knees as he bent down a little lower until he found what he was looking for.
A narrow, dark view up her skirt. His eyes trailed past the garter, past the creamy thigh above it to her panties. They were black lace, of course, and shifted a little to the right so that he had a clear shot of the curls covering her soft mound on one side.
"Jared?"
"Hmmm?" He licked his lips. His hands itched and jerked restlessly. There was no possible way he could stop looking. She was so beautiful and lushly feminine, and he wanted her the way he had never wanted another woman.
Candy twisted a little. "Where are you? What are you doing?"
He couldn't see her face as she wiggled around. Swallowing hard, he kept his eyes trained right on her inner thighs. Unable to force a lie past his aching lips, he said in a low voice, "I'm looking up your skirt."
"What?" Candy jerked forward, robbing him of his view. She hit the desk, then whirled around, half leaning, bending her legs in at the knees.
He didn't say anything. There was really nothing good to say in a moment like this. An apology would probably be in order.
But hell, he could not truthfully regret one second. And she would know he was lying. The drool at the corner of his mouth would give him away.
Candy clutched her hand to her chest. She gaped at him. Then slowly, the tension eased out of her. Her hand fell back to her side and her eyes went wide.
The knees unbent. Her voice was fascinated. "Did… did you like what you saw?"
He sat back in his chair so hard it wobbled. "Oh, yeah."
A delighted smile crossed her face. "What else do you like about me? You never did answer."
Candy didn't look angry with him. She looked intrigued. It made him even harder, if that were possible.
As he watched her, all blond and gorgeous, leaning against the desk with a speculative and pleased gleam in her eye, Jared found himself saying things he had never imagined he would ever say to a woman.
"I like your smile, and your laugh. And I like how you talk, like your sentences don't know when to stop. You're smart, sweet, and funny."
To him, it sounded like the biggest load of crap he'd ever uttered in his life, even though it was all true. But Candy seemed to like it, if the softening expression on her face and the fluttering hand at her breast were any indication.
A little embarrassed, he added gruffly, "Anything else you want to know?"
"Yeah. Why hasn't some woman snapped you up and run off with you?"
"I haven't met a woman yet who thought she wanted to live with me."
It had never bothered him either, not until now. The thought of his overpriced roomy condo didn't please him for the first time since he had bought it.
"Where do you live?" she asked, crossing her legs and leaning back against the desk.
"I bought a place in the South Loop area." If the chair had wheels he could shift it back away from Candy, but it was heavy and firmly in place. "What question are we on?"
The desire to get out of the room was back, tenfold. Another half an hour of this and he was going to be on his knees begging her to put him out of his misery.
"Oh." She shook her head. "I don't remember."
She turned back around and he promised God he would call his mother every Sunday from now until she died if Candy just wouldn't bend over.
Candy stayed standing, but her backside was still tempting him, so he sat on his hands to keep them in place. He thrust his legs out to try and adjust the growing problem in his pants.
"Oh, we have to skip this next question."
"Why?" Not that he cared or even needed to know.
Candy half turned and her hip jutted out toward him. His hands broke free and went screaming in her direction. He stopped them as they were seconds away from landing on her thighs just above the knees.
"It asks when was the first time we had sex and where." She smiled at him, a naughty knowing smile that sent his blood pressure to dangerous levels.
He knew the answer to that question.
They were going to have sex. Now. In the boss's office.
Chapter five
Candy watched strange things happen to Jared's face. His eyes darkened, his breathing went shallow, and he looked as if he was in pain.
One glance below his waist told her why. His erection was more than obvious. It had popped up like a Star Wars light saber.
A thrill raced through her that she had caused that. Jared was turned on by her. And whew, was she turned on by him.
"There's another bonus romance tip after that question," she told him, not bothering to wait for an answer since Jared looked beyond speech.
"Skip it," he said, his voice harsh and raw.
"No, it could be fun." She clicked on the screen. "It's actually a video."
Still a little giddy from the realization that Jared liked her smile, she stepped back away from the desk as the video clip loaded.
Her heel landed on Jared's ankle, and she stumbled, fighting for balance. Shoot, she was going to fall down in an ungracious heap right in front of him.
Flailing her arms about like a misguided chicken, she felt Jared's big hands land on her waist. Then down she went, landing on his lap with a solid thump. Right on his erection.
Lord, that thing was big. It was poking her square in the behind.
"Thanks," she said breathlessly, knowing full well it wasn't her graceless stumble that had her gasping for air.
An indistinguishable sound came from Jared's mouth right behind her ear. Candy wiggled forward, intent on standing up, when the video caught her attention.
It was a couple naked in a bathtub, industriously lathering each other up. "Oh!" she said as desire kicked her in the gut.
She went still on Jared's lap, afraid to move, unsure what he wanted her to do. She knew what she wanted, and Jared's lower half clearly wanted the same thing, but given the tension in his body, she wasn't sure his brain agreed.