Free Compromising Positions (An Erotic Romance Novel) by Tawny Taylor

his way down, easing her over her desk until her chest was pressed against the top, her arms crossed, her forehead resting on her wrists. With nothing but the feel of her slick desktop, cold, and unyielding under her arms, and his hands on her back, massaging away the tension she hadn’t realized was there, it wasn’t long before she was completely turned on.
    She’d never had sex in the office before…
    The desk was probably the perfect height…
    What was she thinking?
    She sat up. “That’s great. Thanks!” The ache between her legs was almost unbearable, and the once cold desktop was doing nothing to cool her off. She was hot from toes to hair roots, and everywhere in between.
    When had she become such a sensual creature? Her last boyfriend had complained incessantly about her lack of sexual response, and she had to admit she’d been a cold fish. She’d even considered going to a doctor to see if she needed those pills—the female version of that little blue one.
    Guess it hadn’t been a hormonal thing! That was a relief.
    “Do you want to work together?” he asked as he dragged his chair across the room. He parked it next to hers and dropped into it. “We were off to a good start last night.”
    We sure were! The first image that came to mind was that moment in the parking lot. His hands on her breasts, his mouth exploring hers. “Where do you want to start?”
    He leaned close. His mouth was right there. All she had to do was lean…just a little, a little more… His breath brushed her mouth. Her lips went dry, and she licked them. They didn’t touch his, almost. She waited for him to close the hair’s-breadth distance between them.
    Without moving that gorgeous mouth, he reached around her and slid her doodle pad across the desk. “How about listing options for media?” he whispered.
    How could he think about work?
    “To hell with that.” She cupped his face in her hands and took control, kissing him like she meant it. Her lips massaged his, her tongue ran along the seam of his lips and begged admission. He opened to her, and her self-control snapped. Her tongue danced with his, a riotous tango, thrusting in and out. Her body ached for completion, and she turned her chair, stood and straddled his legs. He held her ass as she sat on his lap, her skirt hiked high over her hips, her legs spread wide.
    Damn! She ground herself into him, ever aware of his erection through his clothes. Her hips gyrated, the rhythm slow and sexy. She felt his hard-on through her nylons and soaked satin panties.
    He broke the kiss. “Better close the blinds, eh?”
    She looked over her shoulder at the wide window, open to the balcony outside, and a matching one across the way on the other side of the lobby. No one was out there, and she was suddenly grateful for the fact that her office sat at the very end, thereby inviting very little passing foot traffic. Still, if the lights were on—which they were—anyone standing on the balcony across had a clear shot into her office. And who was housed in the office directly across from hers?
    Duncan.
    “You don’t think he saw us, do you?”
    “No, he’s gone for the afternoon.”
    She sagged with relief then stood and dropped the blinds over the window. When she spun around to face him, he was looking at her, expectation written all over those picture-perfect features.
    A tiny part of her hesitated. He was so sexy, so unbelievably good looking. And it felt so right being in his arms. But, they were working together. What would this do to her ability to concentrate? Now, more than ever, she needed to simplify her life, remove distractions, focus on what was important.
    He raised a brow. “Are you sure about this?”
    “No, I’m not.”
    “Then we won’t.”
    “But…” This was so hard to talk about. “I’m horny as hell. What you do to me!”
    He chuckled and took her in his arms. “You know what you do to me, too. But I can wait until you’re ready.”
    “I was