She barely felt the cold hard surface of the desk pressing into her backside, and hooked a leg around Jared's knee so she wouldn't fall as he started to move faster.
Relaxed went to gripping in a split second as his hands snaked around to grab her ass and push harder, in rough urgent mating. She bit her lip to hold back the violent cries she wanted to scream, and their labored pants mixed together as Jared moved them closer to fulfillment.
It seemed as if she should tell him to slow down, as if they should savor this first time together, but her body wasn't having any of it. Her hips start driving forward, meeting Jared's thrusts with a little slapping sound of skin and zippers.
It was that sound that made her come. Along with the look on Jared's face as his own orgasm overcame him. Candy clung to the desk and felt Jared's shudders mingle with hers as they rode out their pleasure.
The orgasm was tight and hard, pulling at her almost painfully, and she let out a cry as it slowed and passed, shivers racing up her spine.
Candy couldn't move, stunned by her explosive reaction to Jared. The man was good.
He leaned against her, breathing hard, nearly toppling her backward onto the desk with his weight.
"I'm falling!" she cried out, scrambling for a grip, her hand knocking the computer hard.
Strong arms prevented her fall.
"Sorry."
Jared stepped back, pulling out of her, and Candy closed her eyes for a second at the loss. She liked him against her, big and strong, in pursuit of her, and was sorry to be past that. But he continued to lean toward her, placing a soft kiss on her jaw. This was a good look on him too, this triumphant relaxed expression he was wearing.
He smoothed her skirt back down into place, a smile twitching at the corner of his mouth. "Damn, I can't believe we just did it in Harold's office."
She grinned back. "Oh, I can believe it. The dent in my butt proves it."
Alarm crossed his face, making Candy feel like gooey chocolate. "Are you okay, babe?"
She nodded, trying to decide if babe could be classified as a term of endearment or not. "I'm fine."
"We must be crazy." Jared placed another soft kiss on her forehead and gestured to his pants. "And what the hell am I supposed to do with this condom now? Toss it in Harold's wastebasket?"
Good question. She eyed the condom dubiously as he pried it off. "You'll have to put it in your pocket, I guess."
The horror that crossed his face made her giggle.
"And carry it around all day?"
"No, just until you get to your office, then you can throw it in the wastebasket there."
"The cleaning lady will think I'm a pervert."
Candy began doing the buttons on her blouse back up. "Well, then just wrap it in tissues." She plucked six tissues out of the box on the edge of Harold's desk. "Here you go."
Jared took them and wrapped up the condom, grimacing the whole time. "The price of spontaneity, I guess."
He still had her pinned against the desk, so she tried to slide around him as he tucked the mummified condom into his pocket.
Before she could get by him, Jared grabbed her arm and trapped her leg with his. "Where are you going?"
"To get my panties off the floor."
She expected him to grin, but he didn't. Holding her tight, he said, "Can I see you tonight?"
Candy smiled, unable to contain herself. Not only had he asked her out, but he actually looked as if he cared what her answer would be.
"Yes. Now let me get my panties before we manage to get ourselves caught."
Then a knock rattled the door and they heard Harold call out, "How's it going in there?"
Chapter Six
Jared said, "Holy shit." He zipped his pants and moved away from Candy, tripping on the edge of the chair next to him. "We didn't even lock the door."
He was dead. Harold had wanted him to sort out his differences with Candy, not have sex with her. On company time.
The doorknob was turning. One glance at Candy showed her frozen in horror, her hair every which way, and her blouse buttoned wrong, leaving a big gaping hole in her middle, flashing pink skin.
Neither one of them was wearing their jacket, and the entire room had the sweet smell of sex in the air. He didn't even want to think about the condom in his pocket.
In an attempt to stave off the inevitable, he called out, "Uh, we're doing great. Just give us five more minutes, Harold."
Candy's black lace underwear was still lying on the floor.
"Get your panties," he whispered.
She started and bent over just as Harold stopped opening the door. "Oh, you're not finished?"
"Not quite." Jared pulled his suit jacket back on and ran his hand through his hair to smooth it down.
Candy shoved the panties into her waistband.
"Fine, but let me know when you're done."
Harold whistled as he shut the door and walked off back down the hall. The sick feeling in Jared's gut lessened a notch. "Shit, that was close."
Candy pulled her panties back out. "Watch the door while I put these on."
Visions of her with one foot in her underwear and one foot out with Harold throwing the door open popped into his head. "Just leave them off and put them in your jacket pocket."
She looked at him as if he'd announced he was going to start wearing dresses.
"Yuck! I can't walk around the rest of the day wearing stockings and a garter belt, but no panties. It would be uncomfortable and I'd feel like everyone knew." Kicking her heels off, Candy quickly slipped into the panties and shimmied them up her legs.
Jared thought about her sitting in her office with no panties on under her skirt, her soft backside pressing into the chair. Her curls rubbing against her skirt. And nobody would know but him. He went hard again just thinking about it.
Candy stepped back into her heels then put on her jacket. "We need to finish the counseling session, you know, before Harold comes back."
Right. That's why they were there in the first place. Somehow or other that had managed to slip his mind.
"Candy, the screen's blank."
She whirled around. "What? Oh, my gosh, we unplugged it."
Between pounding against the desk and flailing arms, he wasn't surprised. "Why wasn't Harold using his battery? How stupid is that?"
Candy plugged the computer back in and rebooted it. Jared was distracted by her hot little ass bending over and wiggling in the air as she stuck the plug in the socket.
He said, "Maybe this is better. We can get out of the rest of those dumb-ass questions. We'll tell Harold it crashed."
She looked doubtful, but he pulled her into his arms and kissed her with plenty of tongue until she relaxed.
"Mmm," she said.
"You took the words right out of my mouth." He stopped heras she tried to tug loose and head for the door.
"Seven tonight? I'll pick you up." He wasn't letting her out of this office without a commitment to see him again.
"Okay."
"You go out first. I'll run Harold to ground and tell him we've solved our problems and his karma is at peak levels."
She grinned as they paused in front of the door. "I like your karma."
"There's plenty more where that came from." And because he couldn't resist, he squeezed her ass and molded her skirt to her, one finger sliding down between her legs.
Her eyes fluttered shut. "Oh, stop it, Jared."
"Sorry." Not.
Jared opened the door, and when she stepped out, Candy found herself face to face with Harold. "Oh! Harold."
Oh, Lord, she must look guilty as sin.
And Harold was studying them way too closely.
"Everything okay?"
"Wonderful. Great." She cleared her throat and ran her fingers through her hair, guessing it looked like a blond feather duster. "Wow, what a great idea, Harold. That counseling just broke through all kinds of barriers and really brought Jared and me to a… new level of understanding."