Gabriel sat in his office the next day, door closed, trying to focus on work but really just watching the clock until lunch, praying the phone would ring in the meantime so if another knock was rapped on his door he could legitimately ignore it.
His coffee mug was empty. His bladder was full. He dared not leave the safety of his office. He felt like a coward, but every time he ventured out, she was there. Break room. Hallway. He almost got caught in the elevator with her when he tried to go see the VP of marketing and heaven knows whether he would have survived that. Hell, she had even been in the print room. Her back had been to the doorway, thankfully, as she leaned against a worktable and went over the details of a binder with the design manager. He took one look at her perfectly formed ass in the snug, dark gray pencil skirt and turned right the fuck around to hide in his office the rest of the day. Do not pass go. Do not refill your coffee mug.
He had woken with a throbbing cock and tried valiantly to beat it into submission in the shower but the damn thing had been quarter-hard ever since, as if unwilling to give up hope. And each time he caught sight of her, the monster started swelling. Sitting at his desk now, mere minutes after the image of her ass was burned into his mind in the print shop, the mutinous beast was slowly but steadily filling the front of his trousers.
He reached a hand down to give it a squeeze through the fabric and move it to a more comfortable position. The squeeze turned into a short stroke. A mistake; one should not negotiate with terrorists, but it appeared his fingers had turned traitor as well.
There was a quick knock on the door and before he could speak a word or pick up the phone to pretend to be busy, the door opened and Ava sauntered in, looking him right in the eyes while he stared back. With his dick literally in his hand. Mercifully out of sight under his desk.
A horrified scream warred with a primal growl of desire in his head. Caught between the two impulses, he did nothing. Just watched her cross the room and lower herself into the chair across from his desk. His hand still gripping his cock and his thumb still moving slowly over the swollen head.
Ava had shucked off her blazer somewhere since she left the print room. Her sleeveless blouse was just barely not spaghetti straps, displaying her shoulders and collarbone and a deep vee of her chest far enough to see the shadows nestling in her cleavage. Either she wasn't wearing a bra or she was wearing one so thin as to make no difference; her nipples were visibly peaked under the thin silk.
