Grant laughed. He laughed hard and loud, and that made Brenna look over in utter fascination.
She’d done prankish things to his stuff before. There was the time she’d put pink glitter all over his keyboard and phone. The time she’d put flour all over his car just before it rained. The time she’d forwarded his calls to an erectile dysfunction support group. There were a half dozen other, smaller pranks she’d played, too. He’d been furious at all of them, no matter how big or how small the annoyance. Completely and utterly furious each and every time, and each prank had ended up with her being yelled at or Grant vowing to get rid of her. Which never happened, of course.
But he’d never laughed before.
And she had to admit, Grant in an open, laughing mood? Was a gorgeous thing to look at. His normally somewhat stern features were drawn into a pleasant, almost rueful grin as he carefully picked up his stapler in one hand and examined it. And the entire time, he kept chuckling to himself, as if the fact that she’d foiled his desk was the cutest thing in the world and it gave him great joy.
When he looked over at her, still laughing as he picked up a foil-wrapped pen, she found herself beaming back at him. Maybe Rome was right and she did do all this crazy stuff just to get his attention. Being the focus of Grant Markham’s full attention? Not the worst place in the world to be, she decided.
“Did you . . .” he began.
“Now why would you assume it’s me?” She fluttered her eyelashes at him innocently.
“Because you’re the devil incarnate,” Grant said, but the words had no sting in them. Rather, they had a husky note of affection.
She’d clearly have to prank him more often. The look on his face? Total turn-on. Brenna licked her lips. “Takes a bad boy to know a bad girl.”
Brenna could see the look on his face and knew exactly the moment that his amusement changed to total lust. It was like a wave rolling over him. His stance changed, stiffening slightly. Then she saw his jaw clench, the smile going tight, his eyes growing dark. His hand tightened around the coffee mug and his focus went entirely on her.
Which naturally made her ni**les harden.
She might have made a sound in the back of her throat. Maybe. Just maybe.
Grant set down his coffee mug. Both of them ignored the crinkle of the foil. “Brenna,” he said in a low voice. “Come here.”
Oh God, why did that authoritative sound in his voice make her so incredibly wet? She stood up, pushing her chair backward, and then stepped out from behind her desk. She moved toward him one step, and then stopped. Why make this so easy for him? “Is there a problem?”
“My desk is covered in foil.” He said it like the words were foreplay all on their own. And she shivered with excitement.
“Does this mean I’ve been naughty?” Her voice was so incredibly husky that she was surprised she didn’t fall to the floor and throw her legs open in blatant invitation. “You going to punish me?”
“You might like that too much,” he told her, moving toward her. And he came to stand before her, just inches away, and gazed down at her.
She practically vibrated with need. “You should totally fire me,” she whispered.
“I should. At the very least, I should spank you.” His voice was caressing. “Teach you a lesson.”
Brenna bit her lip at the mental image, her eyes nearly rolling back in her head out of sheer desire. Why wasn’t he touching her? She needed it so badly. Her hands fluttered at her side, and she wasn’t sure what to do with them. Touch him? Touch herself? Slap the man for torturing her with all this conversation and not giving her the sex she needed? So she asked, “What kind of lesson?”
“The kind where I take you back to my place,” he said in a low, husky voice, looming over her. He was so close that she could feel the heat of his breath, dancing along sensitive flesh. He smelled sweet and clean, like toothpaste. Who knew that minty fresh would be such an aphrodisiac? “And I throw you down on the couch . . .”
“Yes?”
“And make you find a use for all of this foil you’ve wasted.”
Spoilsport. “Guess I’ll have to wrap your desk in condoms next time,” she murmured. She could smell his aftershave if she leaned in, and he smelled so spicy and clean that it was driving her crazy.
He studied her face. “Is this your way of telling me that you want to have sex, Brenna?”
Was the man totally oblivious or just messing with her? “We don’t have to have sex sex,” she told him. “We could just get a little oral in before the day starts.”
He grabbed her hand and dragged her to the back of the lodge, not that he needed to do much dragging. She was sprinting with him, incredibly turned on.
They ran back to Grant’s cabin and were tearing each other’s clothes off before the door was shut. Grant’s mouth covered hers even as his hands snagged her shirt and began to drag it over her head. That was fine with Brenna, since she was tugging at his belt.
Then his hand was on her breast, and she moaned against his mouth. “Condom, Grant. Get a condom.”
He groaned and squeezed her breast, then tore himself away from her, racing across the cabin to his bathroom.
She watched him go for a moment, then clawed at her clothing. It needed to come off, stat. Her shirt went over her head and to the ground, and her pants quickly followed. By the time Grant returned, his slacks flapping loosely at his hips, she was na**d and practically jumping with need.
Grant returned to her side and pulled her against him. “Your bouncing is making me crazy. I hope you’re in the mood for hard and fast.”
Oh God, when was she not? She nodded.
“Good.” He dragged them both to the floor, Brenna under him. His hands slid to her hips, adjusting her even as she parted her legs for him. He groaned at her movements, his face contorting as if barely holding his control. Grabbing the condom packet between his teeth, he quickly ripped it open even as Brenna ran her hands all over him, raking her nails on his skin.
Her gaze went to his hands as he rolled the condom onto his thick length. Anticipation made her bite her lip, and she gave a small sigh as he finished and poised himself at her entrance.
Then he paused, and his hand went to his mouth. He licked his fingers with a long, slow drag of his tongue that gave her shivers to watch. “Need to make you wet, Brenna. Want this to be good for you, too.” His hand slid between them and moved to her sex.
His eyes widened, and he groaned. “God, you’re so wet already.”