My eyes drifted up to where Connor stood on the ladder.

I knew he could turn at any second, catching me as I shamelessly ogled his perfect ass, but the thought of getting caught only made my panties dampen.

His biceps bulged as he carefully reattached the fallen shelf bracket. A patch of skin peeked at me from beneath his rolled shirtsleeve, revealing tattooed swoops and scales of some sort. Was it a dragon, a koi fish? My fingers itched to reach out and roll the sleeve the rest of the way, to run my fingers up his rippling biceps and reveal all his secrets.

I whipped around to face my desk as he descended the ladder.

If Connor thought it was odd that shit was always breaking in my office, he had never said so. Either he hadn’t noticed, or he’d been too polite to call me out on what was clearly vandalism of my own doing. But after weeks of minor nonstop repairs, he appeared to finally be on to me and ready to broach the subject.

“Shelf shouldn’t go anywhere now,” he said, dusting his hands across his thighs. “Weird how you said it just shook off the wall. Those brackets are in there with anchors. That shouldn’t have happened.”

He seemed to be studying my reaction, one eyebrow raised as he crossed his arms over what I suspected was a perfectly sculpted chest.

My cheeks began to burn. I’d had a crush on the hot, 20-something handyman since the day I moved into my new office and stumbled across him changing a lightbulb. Now I was busted. My mouth opened and closed, like a guppy gasping for air.

Connor took a step toward me. “There wouldn’t happen to be another reason why I find myself in your office week after week… would there?”

I couldn’t meet his gaze. “I don’t know what you mean. This is an old building. Things break all the time.” I moved to stand behind my desk. Feeling exposed, I needed a barrier.

Connor nodded. “That’s true, lots of things break in old buildings,” he said, his dazzling green eyes piercing mine. “But shelves don’t rip themselves off the wall.”

I bit my lip, willing my mind to deliver a witty comeback. I had nothing.

Instead, my eyes followed Connor as he strode over to finger my brand-new executive nameplate and smooth his hand across the edge of my desk.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d almost think you want me in your office.”

My reaction was a very unladylike snort. “Not likely,” I said dismissively. “As I’m sure you can see by the state of my desk that you’re so rudely fondling, I’m quite busy. Far too busy to worry about where you are every day.”

That last part was a step too far. Don’t blow it, Layla. I chastised myself as he stared me down.

My defensiveness worked too well. My words wiped that smug grin right off Connor’s face. Too bad that’s not the outcome my aching pussy desperately craved.

“Well, if you’re busy, I’ll get out of your way.”

Connor bent to pick up his tool bag, giving me a prime view of his ass. No, I definitely did not want him to leave.

“Wait,” I shouted. He turned to face me, one eyebrow cocked in the way that always made the butterflies in my belly go crazy. “There is one other thing I need fixed.”

“Oh yeah, what would that be? Have a bookshelf that mysteriously collapsed in the middle of the night? Or maybe a light fixture that fell from the ceiling?”

He was challenging me. Time for Plan B.

“Actually, it’s my desk chair,” I said, my heart hammering against my ribs. “I set it at the right height, but no matter how I turn the knob, I always find myself sinking to the floor.”

I paused and glanced down, giving myself a moment to take a breath before forging ahead. “I don’t have the right tools, but I’m sure you do.”

I pasted on my most innocent smile, committing myself to what could be the most embarrassing moment of my life.

“Pretty as I think you’d be laid out on the floor, I’d better check that chair. Can’t have the brand-new boss getting a bruise on her behind.”

If he thought that speaking with such familiarity would piss me off he was sadly mistaken. Being a female executive meant that sex often took center stage, but never for the right reasons. It was hard enough to get male colleagues to respect my authority, let alone to get one into my bed. No, my male peers were far more interested in flashing their cash at 20-somethings than taking a peer for a drink.

Connor, on the other hand, didn’t seem to have an issue with my status or my age. My nipples tightened at the mere mention of being on the floor in front of him. The fact that he’d admire such a view was another matter entirely.

“If you’d take a seat in the chair, I’ll have a look and see what’s happening.”

“My pussy ached for him as he lavished me with kisses.”

I nodded, slowly turning to my chair and silently willing it to play along.

Feeling for the edge of the seat with my knees, I lowered myself into the seat, careful to distribute my weight lightly so as not to disrupt the hydraulic I’d loosened earlier for this exact purpose.

I swiveled the chair to face Connor. “You see, when I keep my feet on the floor, I’m fine. But the minute I move… ” I spread my legs, giving him the opportunity to look straight up my skirt as the chair glided downward. The movement hiked my pencil skirt up to my hips, and I was willing to bet that my hot pink thong was on full display.

Connor’s eyes grew wide, and his tongue moistened those lips that I so desperately wanted to feel on my breasts, my neck, anywhere and everywhere. “I could take a look underneath if you want.”

I gazed into those sparkling emerald eyes and smiled, feeling like the cat that got all the cream. “That would be great, thanks.”

Connor lowered himself to the floor, easing his body under my chair, offering me an opportunity to admire his broad shoulders and tapered waist. God, he was beautiful.

“Another easy one. You’ve got the tension spring completely unscrewed.” He glanced up to meet my eyes. “Before I fix this, maybe there’s something else here that needs my attention?”

My pussy throbbed. I bit my lip and nodded. The gesture was the only invitation I could manage, and thank God, it was enough.

Connor’s hands slowly trailed a path up my thighs toward the place where I ached for him. His hands were callused from work, and the roughness sent delicious shivers down my spine. As his arm snaked closer and his sleeve rose, his tattoo was finally revealed. A dragon rising from white-hot flames.

But I had no time to admire his ink. His thumbs found my pussy, stroking along the edge of my thong until I thought my body would ignite. I began to buck toward his fingers, begging for more than a simple caress.

Hot, wet lips joined his teasing thumbs, skirting around where I needed him most. My pussy ached for him as he lavished me with kisses. I slid down in my seat, willing his mouth to find my clit. My body was on edge; I was sure that even a feather-light touch would be enough to send me into ecstasy.

But when his kisses didn’t progress from my thighs, I decided it was time to take control. I couldn’t stand any more torturous little touches. Instead, I tangled my fingers in his thick, dark hair and pushed his head down to where my pussy demanded attention. He chuckled. “You’re an impatient one, aren’t you?”

Laughter or not, I got my point across. I heard the snap of my thong string breaking before hot, wet pressure on my clit sent me shooting to the stars. His tongue worked in staccato bursts, tapping and flicking, igniting my nerve endings until I was writhing helplessly in the leather chair.

The fantasies I’d concocted were nothing compared to actually experiencing Connor’s tongue on me. Every flick, lick, suck, and swirl issued another spark that left me desperate with need.

He pulled back for a second, making me cry out in protest. But I didn’t need to worry. Connor clearly had plans for my pussy. Languid licks along my slit had my back arching before his tongue plunged inside me. I wriggled my hips, grinding against his mouth in an attempt to finally claim my orgasm.

His tongue wandered back to my clit, licking and teasing me in a torturous rhythm. Teeth lightly grazed me, sending shivers up my spine, before Connor’s lips locked over my clit to suck some more. A jolt of electricity surged through my body. My hips lifted off the chair, and I begged him to let me come.

When Connor switched to a swirling motion I lost it, whimpering as my body lurched toward his mouth. I hadn’t yet caught my breath when Connor quickly repositioned me; I found myself face down, my cheek pressed against the cool leather seat. My young lover gently spread my thighs, angling my hips so I was fully exposed to him. I wanted him to explore my every nook and cranny.

I gasped when I felt his tongue circle my asshole, toying with a spot I’d never let anyone examine. But with Connor I didn’t care. The tip of his tongue produced magical results, making my pussy pulse with need.

Connor wandered back down to my slit, licking up all the evidence of my arousal before circling a finger around my hot, sensitive core. He finally started to fuck me, sliding in one finger, then two and finally three, twisting his digits in a way that made me gasp. I met his hand thrust for thrust, my body hurdling toward a thrilling climax.

His fingers curved inside me, stroking at the spot that would send me to heaven. Connor massaged my inner passage as he rammed in and out of me, and his tongue continued its dance across my asshole. The intoxicating combination brought me to an earth-shattering orgasm that left my body shaking with pure delight. The climax rocked me, and a rush of honey flooded my slit. I was breathless, my limbs feeling pleasantly numb.

As I struggled to catch my breath, I ran my fingers through his hair and smiled.

“Same time tomorrow? I might find that my desk is missing a leg… ”

“How about tonight? I bet there’s plenty of work I could do at your place.”

“And I can pay you for your fine services today,” I responded with a wink.

Connor grinned, his face glossy with my juices. “I can’t wait to collect.”

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