First Night

entirely. I’m just suggesting you take a short break. A couple of hours, that’s all.” He shook his head. “As tempting as that sounds, I can’t.”
“Going to be stubborn, huh?” Jodi set the glass down on the desk. Before he could stop her, she snapped down the lid of his laptop. “Office is closed. You’re done for the day.”
“Hey! What do you think you’re doing?”
“Helping you relax.” After nudging his chair with her knee until he faced away from his laptop, she started massaging his shoulders. Holy cow, the man had muscles to rival an Olympic swimmer and they were tied up in knots. “I’ll make you a bet. If I can get into the Gottfried file, you have to put the work away and celebrate with me.” Mark groaned as Jodi’s thumbs worked one particularly stubborn knot. “What do I get if you can’t crack the password?”
She leaned down and whispered in his ear, her breath hot on his neck. “Then I’ll be at your command for the night.”
He stilled beneath her fingers. ¡Ay Dios mío! Did she mean that as the come on it implied? Or was she just offering to help him work on the figures for the bid?
“Let me get this straight. If you crack the password, you and I celebrate.” Was that a metaphor for sex or did she just mean he’d go out and mingle with everyone?
Please God, let it be a metaphor. “But if you don’t crack the password, you will willingly do whatever I tell you. Even if it’s not work related?”
“You’re assuming I’ll lose the bet. I may not.” Damn. She had him there. While he should be more concerned about the security of his files, her self-confidence had his cock punching against his zipper.
She moved closer, until her breasts cushioned his head, the massage changing to a caress.
“What do you say, Mark? Do we have a deal? You ready for a little R&R?” The breathy hitch in her voice told him there was no misunderstanding her intention. Damn, she’s your employee, Rodriguez, this could come back and bite you on the ass.
I’d rather bite her on the ass.
Where the hell had that thought come from?
Probably inspired by the breasts currently supporting his head. Not to mention how that sparkly clingy number she wore accentuated her curves. He’d noticed her before—hell, there wasn’t a man in Celada who had failed to admire that firm, biteable ass of hers—but since she was his employee, he figured she was strictly forbidden
goods. But tonight … ay carajo, she was one hot package, especially with the way her hair draped over her shoulder and into her cleavage. What he’d give to feel it swinging over his chest as she rode him.
Shit! He shifted in his chair in an attempt to ease the fabric constricting his hard-on. R&R indeed. He’d rest comfortably as long her breasts continued to be his pillow, and he had a feeling Ms. Tyler could help him relax by giving his cock a good workout.
Nothing like a little exercise to get the endorphins flowing.
He reached up and caught her hand, then wheeled his chair around until he faced her. “Are you aware of what I might ask of you?” Her gaze dropped to the tent in his pants, then slowly raised to meet his. The heat in her eyes seared a path all the way up his chest. Goddamn, the woman had him as hard as stone and she’d barely touched him.
Her voice had a Lauren Bacall huskiness that had his balls aching. “Oh, yeah. I don’t have to be your top security officer to identify the evidence.” Ay ay ay mamacita. He could think of some celebrating he’d like to do with her.
He forced his mind from the image of tying her up and having his way with her when he realized she was still talking.
“… just for tonight. No strings attached.”
Aw, hell. What man with a hard-on ready to erupt like Mount Vesuvius could turn down an offer like that?
She ran a finger along his jaw, tracing her thumb over his lips. “Either way, I think we should have our own private celebration. Right here. Just the two of us.” He pulled her toward him so she tumbled onto his lap, then cupped her head with one hand until her mouth hovered a hairsbreadth from his. “Sounds like a win-win situation to me.”
The second their lips touched, he forgot all about the bet. She tasted of champagne and smelled of heaven. There was no hesitation when he slid his tongue past the part in her lips, no regrets, no second thoughts. If anything there was a tenderness he’d rarely experienced. A need to protect her, to treat her gently while at the same time the need to master her roared over him.
Jodi tugged his shirt from his pants, slipping her hands under the fabric, splaying her fingers over his abdomen.
Parts of him that had never before reacted to a woman’s touch throbbed. When he broke off their kiss and trailed kisses down her throat, she arched up. The silky fabric slithered off her breasts in an erotic invitation. Not one to miss such a golden opportunity, he licked and suckled, kissed and nipped her flesh.
Her breath caught deep in her throat when he slipped his hand beneath the slit in her skirt. Damn, she was so responsive. Still suckling her breasts, he caressed the silk-smooth skin of her thighs. He slid one finger inside her, then another, curling them as he quickened his strokes. Her whole body quivered, tightening around him. He caught her cries with a kiss, stopping them from going farther.
Her body trembling, she raised passion-filled eyes to his as her fingers fumbled at his fly. Once his erection sprang free, she palmed it, stroking it gently. He gasped when she flicked her thumb over the head, spreading the bead of come