Chapter 112: One Way Glass

Naomi swallowed. His body was warm behind hers, one hand resting at her hip while the other braced beside her against the glass. She could feel every inch of his frustration.

Waiting until Saturday really was ruining both of them.

Naomi’s eyes darted across the busy floor beyond the glass. People walked past. Her heart pounded.

Surely someone would glance over and wonder why Dorian Heathcliffe had his wife pinned against his office wall.

It didn’t seem like it.

Dorian’s hands slid around her body and closed over her breasts. Naomi sucked in a breath.

"Dorian..." she warned, keeping her voice low even though apparently no one outside cared enough to look in their direction.

"Trust me, Trouble. Nobody cares."

Naomi turned her head slightly, suspicious immediately. "Why? Do you do this often?"

Dorian chuckled against her ear but, very wisely, did not answer. How exactly was he supposed to explain that he had not lost his mind over a woman like this in years? That he had not spent workdays distracted by the memory of someone’s body, or counted down to a particular day of the week like some sex-starved teenager? Saying any of that sounded dangerously close to saying far too much.

His fingers moved slowly down her torso instead. Naomi’s breath caught when his hand reached the waistband of her jeans.

"Dorian."

He ignored the warning in her tone and undid the button. Her hand immediately came down and closed around his wrist. He leaned closer, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. "I just want to see if you want me just as much."

Before she could form a sensible response, his hand slipped inside her jeans.

Dorian inhaled sharply when his fingers found exactly what he had been hoping for. "Oh, joy..."

She heard the smug satisfaction in his voice and wanted to be offended, but his fingers were making that extremely difficult.

"I like it when we suffer together."

"Hmmm..." Naomi moaned softly as his fingertips moved against her.

Dorian smiled against the side of her neck. She wanted him and she was clearly suffering through the same ridiculous waiting game he was.

Saturday had sounded like a reasonable rule when they made it. Now it felt like torture invented by two idiots who had drastically underestimated their own lack of self-control.

Dorian’s fingers shifted inside her. "I also love to hear you come."

Naomi barely had time to process the words before he pressed against her clit and began rolling slow circles around the sensitive bud. Her knees buckled immediately.

"Easy, Trouble." Dorian tightened one arm around her waist and held her steady against him.

Naomi gripped his forearm, trying desperately not to make too much noise. Embarrassment was killing her almost as effectively as his fingers were.

There was simply no way no one could see this. She was standing against the glass wall of Dorian’s office while people walked past only a few feet away, speaking to one another and going about their day.

Someone had to notice.

Surely.

Naomi’s eyes darted nervously across the floor. Nobody so much as glanced in their direction. She swallowed hard, torn between relief and disbelief. She was being finger-fucked by their boss while they carried on with their jobs. "Dorian... Please make it quick before someone sees."

He laughed softly against her ear, clearly enjoying her panic far too much. His fingers continued their steady rhythm. "I think you like it, Trouble. You are wet just by the thought."

"Oh boy..." Naomi breathed as Dorian’s fingers continued their relentless work. "How do you keep doing this?" She wasn’t even sure how to explain what she meant. How did he keep turning her on this easily?

It was becoming embarrassing.

Dorian smiled against her ear, clearly understanding the question anyway. "Don’t be shy. Talk to me."

Her hips began moving against his hand, chasing every stroke of his fingers while Dorian held her securely against him. The embarrassment was still there, hot beneath her skin, but pleasure was winning by an increasingly unfair margin. "It feels good," she admitted breathlessly. "I like the way you touch me."

Dorian’s breathing changed. She felt it against her neck.

"I like being held by you," she continued, surrendering to the moment. "I like knowing you want me this much."

That earned her a low sound from him that went directly through her. His free hand slipped beneath her bra, and his fingers closed around her nipple, slowly rolling it between them.

Naomi gasped. "Hmmm..."

Dorian’s mouth brushed her ear. "Keep talking."

She tried, but his fingers had apparently decided conversation was no longer necessary. Her body tightened as the pressure built, and Naomi pressed herself harder against the glass, completely forgetting that an entire law firm existed on the other side of it. She cried out. Her eyes flew open.

Across the floor, Adrian’s head suddenly whipped in the direction of Dorian’s office.

Naomi’s heart almost stopped.

Oh, God.

He had heard her. Adrian stared toward the office, it looked like he was locking eyes with her for a bit.

Then the idiot smiled. And calmly went back to whatever he had been doing.

Naomi wanted the floor to open and swallow her. Unfortunately, her knees were still too weak to make a dramatic escape.

"Good girl," Dorian murmured hoarsely, keeping her steady while the last waves moved through her. "Good girl..." He pulled her away from the glass and turned her around to face him. "I’d make you jerk me off, but I have to be somewhere."

She glanced down at the obvious problem she had helped create. "Tonight then?!"

The enthusiasm in her voice made Dorian laugh. He reached up and brushed a strand of hair away from her face.

"Let me take you out tonight."

Tonight might be the night. Maybe he could finally tell her. Tell her that Marianne was alive. Tell her that her mother had never died in prison, that the ashes Naomi had scattered had never belonged to her, and that Dorian was increasingly confident he could find a way to get Marianne out.

Naomi was going to be furious. He knew that. He hadnt kept his promise to respect her privacy. But it seemed everyone around her was lying to her, and now including him.

Maybe a romantic dinner would help cushion the blow.

Wouldn’t it?

Naomi sighed in regret. "I have to work at the restaurant tonight. It’s not as easy taking days off from the restaurant as the bakery."