Rush

To have her
     remain there, wet with his cum, her pussy bared and still quivering. But then he returned
     a moment later with a warm cloth and carefully wiped the fluid from her skin. When
     he was finished, he leaned over and helped her up and then lifted her down from his
     desk.
    She stood, unsure of whether she should dress or remain as she was. He settled the
     matter when he reached for the skirt on the floor next to his chair and held it open
     so she could step into it.
    He pulled the skirt back up her legs and then arranged her top, smoothing the rumpled
     look.
    “My private bathroom adjoins my office. No one will bother you there. You can freshen
     up and then return to your desk.”
    Dismissed.
    She walked away on shaky legs and opened the door a few feet from his desk. The bathroom
     was small and obviously catered to a man, but she could at least put herself back
     together so she didn’t broadcast to the entire universe what had just transpired.
    She ran cool water and splashed her face. When she got back to her desk, she could
     reapply makeup and do touch-ups.
    When she reentered the office, Gabe was on the phone, so she went quietly to her desk
     and pulled out her bag, using powder and lip gloss, did her touch-up and went back
     to work. The problem was, she was still fully aroused, even after the mind-blowing
     orgasm Gabe had given her with his mouth.
    But his rough possession of her had fueled another and now she was fidgety and tingly
     and she kept repositioning herself on the chair. Her pussy was hyperaware. Every time
     she moved, a curl of pleasure went winging through her belly.
    This had to be a version of hell. Having Gabe across the room and needing to come
     again.
    In an effort to distract herself, she tuned in to Gabe’s conversation. He was discussing
     an event—tonight? And telling whomever he was on the phone with that he would certainly
     be there, and that he looked forward to it. That was probably a lie. Gabe hated social
     events even if he was perfect at them.
    He was too blunt and impatient to genuinely enjoy being congenial and cordial, but
     it was part and parcel of the business. He wooed investors, charmed them right out
     of their wallets.
    Ash was the more outgoing, natural charmer. He had it in spades. Mia always wondered
     why, of the two best friends her brother had, she drifted toward Gabe. Ash was gorgeous.
     Right to his toes. And he had a killer, charming smile that slayed women everywhere.
    But it wasn’t him she was attracted to. She viewed him more in the same vein as Jace.
     Indulgent big brother. Now Gabe? Never,ever had she looked at him as a sibling. Her thoughts toward Gabe weren’t even legal
     in most states, she was sure. Maybe it was simply because Gabe was more remote, more
     mysterious. A challenge.
    Not that she was stupid enough to ever think she could conquer that particular mountain.
     Gabe was Gabe. Unapologetic. Hardass. Never going to change. Which was too bad, because
     it meant she was going to have to spend a lot of time finding another man who lived
     up to him.
    She could imagine herself forever comparing every man after Gabe to him. Not fair
     to the new man, and a useless waste of her time. There was only one Gabe. Enjoy him
     for the present and then get over him.
    She let out a sigh. It sounded so much simpler than she knew it was going to be. She
     was half in love with him already, and that was before sleeping with him. Some crushes
     just never went away. They built, instead, into something permanent, obsessive and
     all consuming.
    Even though she knew better, she couldn’t control the wash of emotions he evoked within
     her. Was it love? She wasn’t sure. There were a lot of words she could use to describe
     her fascination with Gabe. She hadn’t viewed any of her prior relationships as long-term.
     Nothing close to love entered the picture. They were fun. She mostly viewed her previous
     lovers with affection. But nothing came close to the way she felt about Gabe, and
     she had no idea if this was love or simply obsession.
    Not that it mattered anyway. Love was just an entanglement she’d do well to veer as
     far away from as possible because Gabe would never return the sentiment. But the heart
     didn’t always listen, and this was one thing she might not have any control over whatsoever.
    Caroline would tell her to suck it up, enjoy the ride and not worry over the future.
     Live in the now. It was good advice,