Nameless (57 page)

“Stopped by?”

“Yeah.”

He smiled—although
briefly and slightly surprised. “You picked a good time. I don’t have anything
scheduled until 1:30.” He glanced at his watch. “Still a half-hour away.”

Relief eased
the remaining tension in her chest as she saw that he didn’t seem to mind her
spontaneous visit. In fact, he seemed to appreciate it.

With as private
and driven a man as Seth, it was hard to know when she would accidentally
stumble into the barriers he'd built around himself.

“Why were you
thinking about me at lunch?” Seth asked, leaning back in his fancy office chair
and gazing up at her.

“No reason.”

He obviously
didn’t believe her. “Erin.”

“Marcus
called.”

“I thought he
called last week.”

“He did. He
called again.”

“What did he
want?”

She shrugged.
“I don’t really know. He was asking about you, so he probably just doesn’t like
that I’m…I’m with you.”

Seth’s eyes scanned
her carefully. “Are you sure you’re all right?”

“Yeah. I guess
I got a little rattled from the call, but it really wasn’t a big deal. I just
wanted to see you.” Her face softened again as she looked down at him,
masculine and sophisticated in his absurdly expensive downtown office.

Only Erin got
to know that just last night Seth had a long, serious conversation with a
seven-month old about the virtues of eating her carrots instead of flinging
them at her daddy.

“Oh,” he
murmured, his expression changing into smug enlightenment as he observed her
tender gaze. “You’re feeling sappy, are you?”

She smiled
again. Edged a little closer to his chair. “Maybe a little.”

“You didn’t
come here to cuddle, did you?” he asked dubiously.

She knew he was
teasing. Not that she doubted his reluctance to have a cuddling session at the
moment, but she knew he was exaggerating his arrogant condescension. Plus, she
hoped he would know better than to worry she’d want him to randomly snuggle
with her in his office chair in the middle of a workday.

But his response
gave her an idea.

He was looking
very smug. And far too polished, confident, unflappable. What a perfect
opportunity to express the nature of her relationship with him—as different as
possible to the one she’d had with Marcus—and
flap
him at the same time.

Maybe rumple
him up a little.

“I didn’t come
here to cuddle.” She rapidly planned out her strategy.

“Good,” Seth
said, in ironic relief. “Because, while I’m willing to submit to such sentiment
occasionally in the privacy of my own home, I’m not sure I’m up for it right
now in my office, just as I’m getting ready to meet with opposing counsel.”

Erin snorted
and leaned over his chair, bracing herself with her hands on the armrests and
licking a line across his lips.

Seth stiffened
slightly as her mouth moved against his. “I thought you didn’t come here to
cuddle,” he said against her lips, his tone more genuinely questioning this
time.

Running her
hands up to his shoulders and then down his chest, Erin stroked the expensive
fabric of his suit and the firm planes of his body underneath it. “Cuddling wasn’t
exactly what I had in mind.”

Seth sucked in
his breath, obviously following through with the implications. “Erin?” he
breathed, a tangible question in the one word.

She kissed him
again—deeply, leisurely. Then she stroked her way down his chest again, this
time lowering herself to her knees on the floor in front of his chair.

Fortunately,
she was wearing a pants suit today, instead of a skirt, so the move wasn’t
awkward or uncomfortable.

Seth’s lower lip
dropped open slightly, and his eyes glazed over as she caressed her way down to
his knees. Then she slid her hands to the inside of his thighs and stroked back
up to his groin. “Erin?” he asked again, his voice thick in a way she
recognized very well.

She smiled up
at him teasingly, her hands poised on his belt. Her heart fluttered violently
and her breathing had accelerated slightly. Seeing Seth's reaction to her was
already turning her on.

The spontaneous
visit to his office had been a really good idea.

“Well,” she
drawled sensually, hoping she looked relatively sexy and attractive, even
though her hair was mussed by the wind and her makeup had worn off since this
morning. “It won’t involve any cuddling.”

After she
spoke, she waited for a sign of acquiescence from Seth. She was already hot and
a little breathless, and she became more so when she saw Seth grip the arms of
his chair and look down at her with a heated, possessive gaze. “In that case.”

Feeling more
exhilarated than she would have expected—preparing to go down on him in his
office in the middle of the day—Erin slowly unfastened his belt. Then slowly
undid the top button of his pants. Then slowly pulled down the zipper, making a
familiar metallic noise in the thick, sultry silence of the room.

Erin pushed his
legs apart a little more so she could position herself more comfortably between
them. Then she pulled back the fabric of his trousers and underwear, pushing
them down until she’d gained access to his cock.

He was already
partially hard, evidently from anticipation alone.

Glancing back
up at his face, she almost gasped at the hungry desire in his eyes as he
watched her. She was becoming aroused too—a warm pressure developing between
her legs.

But she didn’t
want him to do anything to her. She wanted to do this to him.

So she focused
away from her own physical response and back to Seth’s tightening body.

She caressed
his lower belly, following the caress with a trail of kisses that she pressed
into the warm skin there. Then she lifted his semi-erection and brushed her
fingers up and down the length of it.

Heard Seth suck
in another breath. Heard the sound of a phone ringing somewhere outside his
office door.

With a slanting
look up at his slightly flushed face, Erin lowered her head and took his cock
in her mouth. Gave it brief, sudden suction.

Seth grunted
softly and tightened his hands on the arms of the chair. Then Erin relaxed her
mouth and let his hardening cock slip wetly out of her lips. She paused for a
moment, during which he shifted restlessly in his chair, before she held him in
position with one hand while she licked a line up the underside of his shaft.

Seth took
another harsh inhalation of air, and she felt his thighs tense up on either
side of her body.

It felt like Erin
was intensely aware of each of his physical responses—no matter how minor or
imperceptible. It seemed like she could hear his heart pounding, feel his skin
heating up, sense the rush of the blood in his veins.

She felt
powerful, felt thrilled, felt a little bit raunchy. And she was almost
intoxicated by the visceral combination.

Fluttering her
tongue over the tip of his cock, she earned another stifled grunt and a small
jerk of Seth's pelvis.

She stroked his
damp flesh with her fingers and loved how his cock twitched under her touch. Stroked
him again. Felt him twitch again.

Shifted on her
knees so she could rub her thighs together over the growing ache at her center.

 “Erin, not
that I’m complaining, but I have a meeting in twenty minutes.”

She chuckled
irrepressibly, just as she slid his still growing erection back into her mouth.

Apparently, the
vibrations from her laughter were effective. Seth gritted out, “Fuck,” and his
right leg jerked spasmodically.

Erin wanted to
make sure this was good for him, but she also didn’t want to make him late for
his meeting. So she closed one of her hands around the base of his cock and
took the rest of it into her mouth.

As she swirled
her tongue and slid her lips slickly up and down, she made a pleased noise in
her throat as she felt him grow, stiffen, harden all the way in her mouth,
until he was fully erect.

When he was
hard and hot in her mouth, she repositioned herself to get better leverage.

Hollowed out
her cheeks and tried to coordinate the suction with the pumping of her hand.

Then moved her
second hand from his thigh until she could reach his balls. Squeezed them
gently.

Seth made a
hissing noise that caused a throb of pleasure in Erin’s already wet arousal.

She started
sucking him steadily, working him over with both her hands and her mouth. But,
enthralled by the hissing noise he’d made, she focused her eyes back up on his
face.

He hissed again
as she watched, and she heard herself moan helplessly, low in her throat, at
the sight of him. His face was contorted in pleasure and concentration, and he
was baring his teeth, sucking in air with a wet, breathless sound as he visibly
suppressed his need to thrust up into her mouth.

“Yes,” he
rasped thickly, clenching the fingers of one hand around the armrest and moving
the other to the back of her head. He tangled his fingers through her hair,
curving them around the line of her skull. Pressed her head toward him gently,
guiding her motion with a series of little pushes.

It actually
helped her, so she could more clearly find the rhythm he needed. Following his
lead, she accelerated the speed of her sucking and the pumping of her hand.

“Fuck,” he
gritted out, his whole body beginning to coil up. He moved his head restlessly
and started to buck his pelvis up very slightly, as if he could no longer
completely hold himself back.

Erin had to
concentrate on her coordination, but even so she was almost swept away by the
pure, visceral power of his reactions to her. It felt like his whole body was
throbbing, like the pulsing pressure in his cock was mirrored in the tightening
of his fingers on her scalp, in the jerking of his hips, in the spasming of the
muscles she could see in his jaw and his temple.

Someone laughed
outside the office, not very far from the door, reminding Erin exactly where they
were.

Seth felt out
of control, like he was on the verge of implosion. She moved one of her hands
and grabbed his hip to get some sort of stability as she felt his cock starting
to reach the back of her throat.

“Erin,” Seth
gasped, sucking in another gulp of air through his clenched teeth. His hand
fisted in her hair, and his back arched involuntarily against the chair.

Watching him
with hot, ravenous eyes as she continued to work him over, Erin wondered if it
was possible for her to come just from this. The pressure in her pussy was
swelling up unbearably. And, if she hadn’t needed to focus so much on what she
was doing, she would have brought a hand down between her legs to rub herself
off.

But she didn’t.
Instead, she intensified her ministrations until Seth’s knuckles whitened on
the armrest of the chair. He was making an erratic series of half-pants,
half-grunts, and he sounded primal, inexpressibly hot.

His face was so
twisted now he appeared to be in agony, and a sheen of sweat had broken out on
his face.

For a moment, Erin
wasn’t sure what to do to push him over the edge. The tension in his body grew
tighter and tighter, but couldn’t seem to find its release.

Then she moved
her hand from his hip to his leg. Slid it up to the sensitive skin of his inner
thigh.

Dug her
fingernails hard into his flesh as she hollowed out her cheeks one last time.

Seth came. Released
all the pressure in his body in hot waves of spasming energy. He let out an
involuntary roar of pleasure that he stifled as best he could. His eyes were
opened the whole time—staring down at her—and she saw them blaze with a kind of
primitive satisfaction.

His cock
throbbed with his climax, and he came into her mouth in short spurts which she
swallowed instinctively, trying not to make a face as she did so.

She choked a
little as she swallowed the last time, causing her to release his cock from her
mouth abruptly so she could cough a couple of times.

Unfortunately
ending with a bit of a flop what would have otherwise been a very good blow job.

She sank onto
her knees, clearing her throat and pushing her hair back behind her ears.

Seth had
collapsed back in his chair, slouched and limp as he gasped and tried to
recover himself. “Okay?” he asked hoarsely.

 “Yeah. Good. You?”
She looked up at him, immediately getting over her small failure as she was
washed with a pleased, proud possessiveness at the sight of his sated face and
sprawled body.

Seth managed to
cock an eyebrow. “A little more than good.”

She grinned up
at him, and he grinned down at her. And Erin felt hot, and aroused, and kind of
stupid on the floor of his office. But happy nonetheless.

Finally, she
managed to heave herself up to her feet. Glanced at her watch. “Six minutes
until the meeting,” she remarked, shifting uncomfortably because of the wet
pulsing between her thighs.

Seth had been
fastening his pants and belt, but at her words he reached an arm out for her. “Maybe
that will give me time to take care of you too.”

Erin eluded his
grasp. “Huh uh. Not today. You don’t have time, and you probably should take a
minute or two to regroup.”

Seth frowned at
her. “But what about you? You’re turned on. I can tell.”

Brushing a few
strands of hair off of her flushed cheeks, Erin admitted, “Yes. I am. But I’m a
big girl. It won’t kill me. And this was supposed to be for
you
.”

He was still
frowning as he stood up. Looked like he was about to object again.

So Erin added,
“You can do me later. Maybe tonight, if we get the chance.”

“Don’t think
I’m going to forget.” He gave her a sudden half-smile. “Thanks, by the way.”