Pent-Up Passion (2 page)

“
Yes,
sir,
”
she murmured
.

“
I
think you can call me Adam while we
’
re
having lunch." She gazed at him furtively through lowered
lashes. Why did he have to be so gorgeous? She loved the dimple
that appeared in his right cheek when he smiled. But he wasn
’
t
smiling now. Instead, his eyes looked at her hungrily, as if she
were a tasty morsel he couldn’t wait to devour.

“
Yes
... Adam,
”
she replied softly.

Jemma ordered the
tortellini while Adam chose the pasta primavera. He guided the
conversation so they talked about current work projects, favorite
restaurants and classic movies
but she kept wondering when the
axe was going to fall. At dessert, when they both ordered the
tiramisu, she wished he would just put her out of her misery and tell
her the reason he asked
her to lunch.

They had almost finished
their coffee. Jemma was still mystified about why Adam had invited
her to dine with him.

“
Adam--
”
Jemma hesitated, then plunged in,
“
why
did you ask me to lunch?
”
She was
almost afraid to look at him while she waited for his answer.

He raked his hand through
his dark hair.
“
It
’
s
actually a date,
”
he admitted.

Her eyes widened.
“
I
thought you were going to fire me and that
’
s
why you asked me to lunch.
”

“
Why
would I fire you? You
’
re great at
your job.
”

Jemma smiled in relief.
Then Adam
’
s words sank in.
“
A
date?
”

“
Yeah.
But obviously not a very good one if you didn
’
t
realize.
”

“
No!
I mean--
”

“
Jemma, we
’
ve
been working together for eighteen months. I
’
ve
wanted to ask you out for a while. Then you had a boyfriend and I
didn
’
t feel I could say anything.
When I realized you
’
d broken up with
him I didn
’
t want to be the rebound
guy.
”

“
You
wouldn
’
t have been,
”
she murmured.
”
It wasn
’
t
serious with Mitchell.
”

"Good.
”
He reached across the table for her hand and she shyly gave it to
him. His warm, strong fingers gently caressed hers and a tingling of
excitement ran through her.
“
I
’
d
like to see you socially, Jemma.
”
She could see desire in his eyes as he added,
“
I
think we could have a lot of fun together.
”

“
I
’
d
like that,
”
she admitted, excited
that her fantasy was coming true. Mr. Sexy Sinclair wanted to date
her! Her pussy quivered as she looked into his eyes.

He
grinned, then sobered and squeezed her hand.
“
I
want you to know upfront that if this doesn
’
t
work out between us and we find we can
’
t
work together anymore, I
’
ll make sure
you get a similar job elsewhere with at least the same salary.
”

Jemma nodded,
appreciative that he was so thoughtful. One of the drawbacks to
dating your boss, even if he was totally sexy, was the possibility
that it could end unhappily. Then she’d either have to find
employment elsewhere
or quit without having another job to go
to. Adam’s reassurance that she wouldn’t lose out
financially, especially in this economy, made the decision to become
involved with him even easier.

“
Thank you,”
she murmured and looked into his ocean blue eyes. Her pulse
quickened and she pressed her hand against his, enjoying the spark of
electricity.

Adam's eyes smoldered as
he gazed at her for a long moment. “Are you ready to go?”
He dragged his eyes away from her and looked at his gold Burberry
watch. “I know I’m the boss, but I guess we better get
back to the office sometime this afternoon.”

“
Sure,” Jemma
replied, although she couldn’t help feeling a little
disappointed that they were returning to work so soon.

He grinned wickedly at
her as they walked to his car and she nervously touched a lock of her
hair, desire dampening her panties once more. She’d never
dated a co-worker before, let alone her boss and wasn’t sure of
the correct protocol - if there was one - regarding dates during work
hours.

They talked more easily
in the car on their way back to the office.
Was
this really happening to me, she wondered as they neared the office
building. Have I really started dating Mr. Sexy Sinclair?

Adam parked the car and
took her hand as they entered the building.
“
I
guess we should establish some ground rules,
”
he said as he led her into his inner office and closed the door. He
put his arms around her waist as they stood face to face.
“
First,
you can call me Adam in the office. And second, we should try to be
professional while we
’
re working.
”
He smoothed back a wisp of her hair that touched her cheek.
“
Unless
we can
’
t control ourselves.
”
He flashed a grin at her.
“
Sound
fair?
”

"Yes
... Adam,
”
she replied, breathless at
his proximity. His hands on her waist felt wonderfully sexy. Her
pulse hammered madly in her throat. Did he have any idea how he
affected her?

“
Good,
”
he murmured as he slowly bent his head. His lips touched hers
softly, before he deepened the kiss.
“
I
haven
’
t been thinking about anything
else since this morning,
”
he
muttered.
“
In fact, since you
started working for me.
”

His lips covered hers
once more and Jemma gave herself up to his kiss and the incredible
sensations it aroused in her. His arms tightened around her waist
and his lips trailed down her neck to the top button of her blouse.
She breathed in shakily, glad he was helping to support her. The
reality of kissing Mr. Sexy Sinclair was far, far better than any of
her fantasies.

His fingers unfastened
the buttons of her blouse until it fell open
,
exposing her
black satin bra to his gaze. She suddenly felt glad she wasn
’
t
wearing her ancient, graying but incredibly comfortable bra as she
would have been mortified.

Adam caught his breath at
the sight of her aroused nipples trying to push through the satin
fabric
.
He slowly unhooked the front clasp of her bra and
cupped her rounded breasts in his large hands.
“
Beautiful,
”
he murmured huskily as his palms grazed her nipples.

Jemma clung to his waist
for support and
closed her eyes as the sensations of his hands
on her breasts rippled down to her lower body
.
She
could feel her panties getting damp from her arousal, which only
heightened her excitement.

He trailed soft, sensuous
kisses from her neck to the top of her breasts. She slowly opened
her eyes in case this was just a dream, and any second now the alarm
would go off, and she would wake up alone but all she saw was Adam
with a look of pure desire on his face, still teasing her nipples
with gentle fingers.

“
Ohh,
”
she moaned. Had her months of celibacy made Adam
’
s
touch so incredible? Or was the pleasure all Adam, caressing her
breasts?

He took her left nipple
into his mouth and sucked gently. A rush of liquid heat melted her
body. Jemma squeezed her thighs together, hoping this would help
all
eviate the needy demands of her clit, but it made her feel
even more frustrated
.
She needed Adam.
She
needed
to feel him inside her and most of all, she needed to climax.

He turned his attention
to her right nipple and took it into his mouth with tantalizing
possessiveness. She gasped as he sucked her taut bud. His teeth
grazed her nipple, and her head fell back.
“
So
good,
”
she whispered. She loved it
when her breasts received plenty of attention, and Adam seemed to be
an expert.

His mouth left her breast
and returned to her lips. He slanted his mouth over hers, and their
tongues met and entwined. “God, I want you,” he said
raggedly when he finally ended the kiss.

“
Yes,
”
she murmured, her hands still
clutching
his waist.

“
Are
you sure?
”
His eyes searched her
face.

“
Yes,
”
she repeated tremulously
before
dragging his head down to hers.
“
You
’
re
not the only one who
’
s thought about
this for a while.
”

Jemma
kissed him with a pent-up passion that surprised even herself.
Dreaming and fantasizing about this for so long had made her bolder
than she usually was. She
’
d never
had sex on the first date before (or even the third!) but all she
could think about was Adam thrusting into her, pounding into her, and
the skin-against-skin sensation as their naked bodies surged against
each other.

He slowly walked her over
to the sofa in the corner of his office. She felt the buttery
softness of the leather seat against the back of her legs as he slid
off her blouse and then her bra. He kissed each nipple, and she
shivered slightly as her pussy quivered
with need.

“
Your
turn,
”
she said shyly as her
trembling fingers tried to loosen his tie.

Adam
helped her unfasten the knot of his tie and then shrugged off his
suit jacket. He tugged off the tie and then gestured to his shirt
buttons.
“
Undress me.
”
His voice was rough with need.

Jemma fumbled with the
buttons on his shirt until finally the last one popped open. Her
hands reached up to push it off his broad shoulders, and her eyes
widened slightly in appreciation as she took in his large, muscular
chest dusted with dark chest hair. She lightly ran her fingers over
his torso, reveling in the feeling of his coarse chest hair against
her soft fingers.
Boldly kissing one of his nipples, she
heard him catch his breath.

“
If
you keep that up, I mightn
’
t be able
to control myself.
”
He laughed
shakily and
moved her hands down to his
trousers.

Jemma
’
s
fingers shook with need as she started to unfasten his pants. She
couldn
’
t believe she was having the
same effect on him as he was having on her. After she unzipped his
fly Adam took over, stepping out of his pants so he was clad only in
his boxers, the evidence of his arousal clearly visible through the
thin fabric.

He placed a hand under
her chin and tilted her face up
.
His tongue thrust into her
mouth with a passion that left her breathless. Then his hands were
at the back of her skirt, unzipping it and pulling it down. His eyes
feasted on her, clad only in a pair of small black satin panties, and
he smiled crookedly before tracing a tantalizing pattern on the front
of her panties with his finger. Jemma inhaled sharply at his touch.

“
Wait,
”
he whispered. He rummaged through his discarded trousers and took a
small foil packet
out
of his wallet.

Jemma
’
s
face heated
.
She was glad one of them was thinking straight.
Even through her haze of desire, she knew having unsafe sex was a bad
idea, even if it was with her sexy boss whom she had desired for the
last eighteen months.

Adam placed the condom on
the arm rest of the sofa. Then he bent down in front of Jemma and
slowly tugged down her panties. She clasped his head when she felt
his lips nibble the insides of her thighs.
“
Oh,
”
she gasped, as liquid heat pooled in her lower body. His lips didn
’
t
stop. They traced a path from her inner thighs to her moist folds.
His tongue teased the area around her clitoris, but didn
’
t
seek out her secret nub. Instead, his gentle tongue licked
the
shaft of her clitoris, enticing the little nubbin to come out from
its protective hood
.
Then his
tongue moved lower,
coursing a path down to her entrance before retracing its path until
it reached her most sensitive spot once more. He lingeringly kissed
the head of her clit.