I grip his hair, pulling his mouth in harder against me. His answering chuckle vibrates through my sex, giving me that sharp, tingling feeling that I’m going to come soon. His hand spreads out over the lower part of my belly possessively. He pushes into my flesh right there, somehow knowing that it will make me feel the approaching orgasm more deeply.
His dark eyes pierce me, never leaving my face as he licks back and forth.
“I need…” I pant. “I need more.”
Suddenly he’s swirling his tongue in hard circles against my clit, and I’m gripping his shoulders tight. I let out a soft cry of pleasure as I come shakily on his mouth.
“Ah, look at you,” he says in awe, his eyes sparkling as he takes me in. He caresses my breast, and that elicits a soft moan from my lips. “Do you know how much I want to fuck you right now?”
“Do you know how much I want to be fucked?” I ask back lazily, my current aroused state making me speak more freely than I would otherwise.
He lets his head fall to my inner thigh with a groan. “That has to be the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. If it wasn’t your first time, I’d have been inside you ten minutes ago.”
“You make me forget myself, Robert,” I say, looking down at him seriously. “It feels dangerous.”
He rubs my knee. “The danger is what makes it worthwhile, beautiful.”
“What if I can’t afford the luxury of danger?”
“You can afford the luxury with me,” he replies, his expression fierce.
He sits back and grabs a box of tissues from Alistair’s desk. I suddenly become aware of what I just did in my boss’s office in the middle of a shift, and feel both thrilled and ashamed. I sit silently as Robert goes about cleaning us both up.
“You seem pensive,” he comments, pulling my skirt down for me.
“I’m just thinking,” I mumble, running my hands through my hair.
“I’m sorry about your knickers. I got a bit carried away,” he chuckles, toying with the lace inside his pocket.
“That’s okay. I’ve only got an hour and a half left of my shift, so hopefully no one will notice my knickerlessness,” I joke.
He purses his lips and laces his fingers through mine. “I’ve taken the rest of the day off work. Why don’t you join me?”
I shake my head. “There’s no point. I’m almost done. I’ll just meet you back at the house.”
He smiles like he just thought of something good. “All right, then. It’s a date.”
Leaning forward, he kisses me softly on the mouth and guides me off the desk. He fixes everything back in place so that Alistair won’t be able to tell anything untoward went on in his office. After Robert leaves the restaurant I feel extra self-conscious, thinking everyone probably knows what I just did. They don’t, of course, but I can’t help being paranoid. Once I’m done, I take the Tube home. When I get there, I find Robert in the kitchen, cooking up a storm. The back door is open, and I can see that he’s laid the table under the gazebo in preparation for a meal.
“What are you up to?” I ask with a grin.
“Making you dinner, and then we’re going out.”
“Going out where?”
He nods to a flyer sitting on the countertop. It’s for an open-mic night at a bar in the city centre.
“Oh, no way. I told you I wasn’t ready. And even if I was ready, you wouldn’t be coming with me.”
“I’m not taking no for an answer,” he says teasingly. “You’re doing this tonight, whether you like it or not.”
I’m about to protest further when his phone starts ringing. He pulls it from his pocket.
“Hello?”
There’s silence, but I can hear someone talking loudly on the other end. They seem pissed off in the extreme, and after another few seconds I recognise the voice as Alan’s.
“Well, I’m sorry, but I’m not having that. It was a fucking joke, Dad. It’s not my fault the man has no sense of humour.”
More shouting down the line.
“I don’t have to listen to this,” Robert hisses, his jaw screwed up tight. He hits the “end” button while his dad is still talking. Then he throws the phone down on the counter and turns back to stir a pot of sauce heating over the stove.
“He’s not going to be happy you hung up on him,” I say to Robert’s back.
“He’s already not happy,” he replies in a low voice that makes my stomach flip, all queasy. I’ve heard Robert angry before, but not like this. “He says he’s taking a percentage of the potential money we lost on the contract out of my salary.”
“But that’s ridiculous. It’s not like the contract was set in stone, even without you making that joke.”
“Tell that to my dad. He’s not really known for being reasonable.” He stops stirring the sauce to slam his hands down on the counter. “What really pisses me off is that I earn every penny I make at that job. It’s not like he’s being charitable by giving me work. I actually do a lot of good for his company.”
I walk over and place a hand on his shoulder, and then I kiss the back of his neck, featherlight. He shudders. “Maybe Sasha’s not the only one who needs to look for a new job,” I whisper.
He turns around, and his eyes cut into me. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
I raise my hands. “Hey, calm down. I just think that working with a family member can be hard because it’s professional and personal all at the same time. If you didn’t work with your dad, you wouldn’t have to deal with the personal side.”
His eyes flick back and forth between mine, but he doesn’t say anything. The silence drags on until it becomes unbearable, so I break it by saying, “Look, let’s try to forget about everything that happened today, eh? Maybe I will sing at that open-mic night after all. I need to overcome my fears at some stage, and there’s no time like the present.”