An all-new sexy office romance is out now from author Rebecca Shea, and I have an excerpt for you.
When I finally hang up my phone from fielding client inquiries regarding today’s acquisition developments, I realize I’m the last one left in the office—except for Drew.
The automatic office lights have begun to dim or turn off completely and the sparkling Manhattan skyline is on full display outside my office window. This is why I’m here. The dazzling lights of New York City. Those lights represent opportunity. Opportunity for me to grow in the greatest city in the world. Opportunity to change my circumstances…change my mom’s circumstances. Through hard work and perseverance, I hope to change both of our lives. Growing up in abject poverty has shaped me. I’ve seen the worst of the worst and survived on literally nothing. I’m living the American dream and trying to do better for myself—for my mom. This is why I’m here. This is why I won’t ruin this opportunity by bedding Drew again.
Shoving those thoughts away, I decide to call it a night. I’m thankful that it’s Friday and I can spend the weekend forgetting about Drew and last night. Only, I don’t know that I’ll ever be able to forget about Drew and the night we shared.
The clock on the office wall tells me it’s after eight in the evening and my stomach growls in hunger. I pull a long sweater out of my cabinet and change out of my heels into a pair of ballet flats—much more comfortable for commuting in.
After powering down my computer, I shove my phone in my handbag and head toward the elevator. Sliding through the open double doors, I step to the back corner of the elevator car and let out a long sigh. I’m ready for this whole weird, stressful day to be over. As the two metal doors are just about to meet, a hand reaches in and stops them. Two bright blue eyes peer at me as the doors part. Drew. My stomach sinks at the same time my heart flutters. Why do I have such a traitorous heart?
Wearing dark grey suit pants and a black dress shirt, he carries the matching grey suit jacket over his shoulder. In his left hand is a black, sleek leather briefcase and he looks every bit the GQ model I thought he was when I met him at the bar last night.
“Late night, Miss Morgan?” he questions, sliding right next to me. His shoulder brushes mine and I step as far as I can to get away from him, but this puts me up against the wall. When he takes two steps sideways, I’m pinned between Drew and the cold elevator wall. My nipples harden, and I cross my arms over my chest to cover the firm peaks his white shirt that I stole does little to hide.
I hear a snicker from Drew, but I ignore him and close my eyes as I feel the elevator descend. I don’t like elevators and I don’t like that my body betrays me every time Drew is within eleven feet of me. I hear a click and the elevator stops abruptly. My eyes snap open as a loud gasp escapes me. Drew stands with his finger on the emergency stop button, that damn smirk he’s had all day still plastered across his face.
“What are you doing?” I hiss and swat at his hand, trying to get to the button and re-engage the elevator.
“This.” He drops his briefcase to the floor and quickly backs me into the corner, pushing his entire body into mine. Every hard inch of him is pressed against me, allowing me to feel every ripple of muscle from his arms, chest, stomach, and thighs. But it’s the long, firm erection nudging at me that makes me weak. The same one that made me come three times last night.
“You can deny this all you want,” he says, pressing his lips to the edge of my jaw and placing a gentle kiss against it. “But you feel it…” His lips move slowly to the soft spot on my neck just behind my ear where he kisses me again, this time sucking the flesh into his mouth ever so lightly. “And I feel it.”