“Caroline,” he says, and his voice is rough.
I don’t stop. I know he’s close, and he’s going to finish. His hands tighten in my hair, and I take him faster, using my mouth on him like he’s fucking me. I push further, taking as much of him as I can, holding him deep. Sucking back to the tip, he gasps again. “Caroline. I’m going to—”
I feel him try to pull away, to stop me from taking him all the way. I glare up at him, and instead take him deeper, holding him there, stroking him with my hands, and satisfaction rolls through me as he swears, coming. He spills into my mouth, hot and strong, and I swallow as he comes. I want all of him just like he drank all of me.
He looks even more spent than I was, holding the desk for support as I let him go, swallowing the last of him. The look of awe is still on his face. It’s my turn to smirk at him.
The intercom on his phone crackles, and Marcy’s voice is loud and harsh in the silence. “Mr. Montgomery, Emily is here to see you.”
“Shit,” I say, standing up and trying to get the buttons fastened on my shirt.
Chance reaches across the desk. “One minute, Marcy.” He puts himself away and runs a hand through his hair. I do too, after I manage to get my shirt closed. Fuck. Where is my underwear? I glance on the floor but I don’t see it, and it’s not on the desk—
“Emily, come in.”
She enters, and freezes when she sees me. “Oh, hello. This is perfect, actually. Mr. Montgomery, we want to get some pictures of Caroline to run with the new article tomorrow. We wanted to run wardrobe by you? We can shoot in the morning and have them in plenty of time to run.”
My jaw drops. A photo shoot? “Do we have to?” I ask. “I really don’t photograph well.”
“Oh, don’t worry,” Emily says, giving me a smile that’s overly sweet, and I can’t tell if she’s actually happy or she’s picked up on Chance and me and is jealous. “Jeffrey is the best. He’ll make you look good.”
“If you can stomach it, Caroline,” Chance says, “photos really help with things like this. If people see who’s giving the advice, it feels more like it’s coming from a friend than from stranger on the internet. It helps drive up the traffic on the site.”
I swallow. “Okay, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Emily hands Chance a folder and he glances through it before handing it to me. “They all look fine to me, but I think Caroline gets final approval.”
Looking through the photographs, there are five different outfits, all adorable and perfectly styled. If I could look this good all the time, I don’t think I’d have a problem being photographed. “These are beautiful,” I say. “Did you put them together?”
Emily nods. “I did.”
I hand the folder back to her. “I need you to style me every day because you’ve got fantastic taste.”
“Thank you.” Suddenly there’s a slight blush on her cheeks. “When you come in the morning we’ll get you set up. The photo studio is a couple floors down.”
“Perfect.”
As soon as she leaves the room, I turn to Chance. “That’s what I was afraid of in the elevator.”
He grins. “We didn’t get caught.”
“But almost!”
“Almost,” he says, pulling me closer, “is just fine with me.” He kisses me, and it’s hard to remember that I’m supposed to be mad, or frustrated…or something.
When we break apart and I can suddenly think again, it hits me. “Where is my underwear?”
He gives me an innocent look. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“You have them, don’t you?” I ask, but I’m laughing.
“I suppose you’ll just have to come see me at the end of the day to see if I’ve found them in this enormous office.”
I give him a look that tells him I know what he’s doing, but I’m fine with it. “Fine,” I say. “I guess I’ll see you at the end of business.”
“Looking forward to it.”
Nine
“I know it may be cliché, but elevators…let’s just say I know from personal experience that elevators can be an excellent place to spice up your relationship—even if the sex is still amazing. There’s something about the thrill that makes the risk worth it.”