Sweet Spot by Stella Rhys

3

LUKAS

I leaned backin my chair, staring out the window into reception.

It’s a two-way mirror, I wanted to tell the new girl.

It was her first day and my guess was that she’d yet to catch on to the architecture at the office, considering she checked her reflection in front of me repeatedly – everything from her teeth to her cleavage before knocking on my door with yet another question she could’ve Googled. To be fair, I usually had patience for that kind of thing. There was generally nothing annoying about an attractive woman leaning over my desk to point at a memo she didn’t actually want me to look at. Eyes on tits – that was the sole purpose of those visits and I rarely minded playing along.

But my interest was low today.

Twelve hours later and I was still a fucking animal thinking about that painfully sexy neighbor of mine. I hadn’t stopped since last night. Her image was already seared into my brain, starting with the one I got when she first opened the door – dripping wet and barely fucking dressed. I was lucky her brown eyes locked right onto mine or the first thing I’d have looked at were her tits. They were unreal even before they started bouncing for me as she jiggled that key in my door.

Fuck, what a view that was.

I couldn’t get enough of that memory – Lia wrestling my lock with such fire and fury that she didn’t care about her robe falling open again. The girl hated me enough to nearly expose herself while trying to get rid of me. Technically unfortunate but also the hottest thing I’d ever seen in my life. All I could think of as I watched her was pinning her body up on the wall, ripping that robe wide open and sucking on her nipples till she begged to be fucked.

“Christ,” I groaned aloud. As if sensing my dick was hard, my assistant suddenly knocked.

“Everything okay in here?” Noelle asked, cocking her blonde head at me.

“Everything’s fine,” I answered as she sat her tight ass at the edge of my desk, crossing one long leg over the other. She rarely ever came in without pulling that move and I rarely ever stopped myself from watching her skirt ride up her thighs. But as the case had been all morning, I had trouble keeping interest.

“Stressed out?” Noelle frowned. “You’ve seemed off all morning. Are you worried about Tess?”

I studied her, hoping she remembered nothing of last night so we could bypass that conversation. “She’s in good hands right now so, no. No more than usual.”

“Good,” Noelle murmured, her blue eyes drifting out my window. She was a childhood friend of my sister’s. It was the only reason I hired her. Three years and a hundred desk fucks later, I was beginning to regret it, though not enough to fire her. It was my fault for repeatedly mixing business with pleasure and Noelle was a good asset to have when clients needed a pretty girl to coax them into putting down the offer, even if the house was a million or ten out of the budget. Business-wise, she made perfect sense.

Of course more than that, I refused to let Cam poach anyone from my staff. I’d keep the most insubordinate and worthless intern if I knew my former partner was interested in hiring. In fact, I’d buy or claim anything he so much as looked at. After what he’d pulled, I was eager to ensure the struggle of his everyday life. Julian wouldn’t let me kill him, so it was the least I could do.

“Lukas…”

I blinked back into focus, fearing the way Noelle said my name because that trail-off always preceded some version of we need to talk.

“About last night.”

I clicked my pen shut. “We don’t need to discuss that. Is there anything work-related you want to address?”

She blinked as if I’d just thrown a drink in her face. “No?”

“How’s the new girl doing?”

“I’m training her to keep you as happy as I do,” Noelle smiled, tilting her head. “Anything specific you’d like her to know? How hard you like your massages?”

I let my stare linger on her for another second before returning to my screen. “Tell her that building security knows not to let Cam in, so if he calls and threatens to come by she doesn’t have to keep bringing it to my attention.”

Noelle bristled at the strictly work-related conversation. “Fine. I’ll let her know,” she muttered, crossing her arms as she rose to her heeled feet. She stared in a hard silence at me for several moments but when I didn’t look up at her, she broke. “I’m horny, Lukas. Do you want to fuck me right now?”

“Have I given you any indication that I do?”

“Are you being this much of a prick because it’s that time of the year?” she countered, going from zero to sixty as she was known to do. “For Christ’s sake, Lukas, just go away for a month like Tess does. Don’t make the rest of us miserable.”

The blank stare I gave her masked how thoroughly pissed I was. “Go back to work, Noelle.”

“Let me make you feel good.”

“No.”

She actually snarled in response. Like a cat. Still, she put on her best walk for me as she exited the office. I knew because I heard her huff when she got to the door, presumably when she looked back to see me already on the phone, my attention rapt as I read the new text on my screen.

I didn’t recognize the number it belonged to, but it didn’t take much to figure it out.

Hi. I got your number from Tess. She said she told you where my key was this morning and that you brought it to work. If you leave it at reception and text me your office address, I’ll be in and out quickly to pick it up. Thank you.

I smirked. Lia’s entire message was a thinly veiled way of saying that she preferred to do this exchange without seeing me, but I had no intention of leaving her key with Noelle so the reply I gave was simply that of my address. And within twenty minutes, the new girl’s voice sounded on my intercom.

“Mr. Hendricks? Lia Pope is here to see you?”

My eyes flew up and landed instantly on Lia as she stood at reception, enduring whatever interrogation she was getting from Noelle.

Damn. I dragged my hand down the lower half of my face. Wet and indecent had been an undeniably good look, but apparently dry and clothed was just as sexy on her. She wore a loose sweater and jeans – nothing I’d never seen on other women but on her, I couldn’t look away. The creamy color of her top brought out the sun-kissed glow of her skin and the snug fit of her jeans gave me the view of a perfectly round ass I hadn’t fucking known to look at last night.

Christ. I tilted my head to take in the side view of her lithe but curvy body as she leaned over reception, her tits just resting on the counter and making me wish I was that very glass surface.

“Mr. Hendricks?”

“Yes, send her in,” I finally said, watching Noelle glare as the new girl gave Lia the green light to enter. I willed my dick down as I got up to meet her.

“Nice receptionist you have,” Lia greeted me sarcastically, arms crossed and staring straight ahead as I closed the door behind her. I frowned.

“What’d she say?”

“Nothing overtly unfriendly but she was definitely very suspicious of my intentions here.”

I glanced out at Noelle, who was still staring into my office with unmasked contempt. I knew well what she was thinking – that I’d already stripped Lia naked, bent her over my desk and buried my cock deep inside her. Nothing I hadn’t pictured myself but still deeply inaccurate.

“Apologies on her behalf.” I resumed my seat behind my desk. “She shouldn’t have been so unprofessional.”

“Mm, well, I’m sure she’s just following your lead.”

“And what is it you’re trying to say with that?”

Lia’s arms remained crossed as she shrugged. “Just that her unprofessionalism is most likely a reflection of yours.”

“Is this about the fact that you saw her at my apartment last night?”

“Yes. And you told her that you had a woman over, which led her to be suspicious of me when I walked in here looking for you.”

“Why do you care what she thinks?”

“Because I do.”

“That’s not a reason.”

Lia glared. “Because.” She clenched her teeth. “I hate that once I get my key from you and leave, I have to do a walk of shame from your office to the elevator despite the fact that nothing went on in here. And don’t pretend that’s not the case, Lukas, it’s crystal clear what your receptionists think is happening in this room as we speak. Clearly, it happens often enough around here.”

My lip curled at her judgment. “I can assure you it doesn’t. Contrary to whatever assumption you’re running with, my need to fuck can generally wait till I have time to step out of the office.”

“At which point you go home and make your neighbors miserable?”

“You’re really hung up on this idea of me, aren’t you?”

“Well, just judging from the conversation I overheard last night, you host exactly the kind of… late-night activity I imagined you might. And we’re all adults so that’s fine. All I ask is for you to be considerate as far as the noise level goes, especially on the nights that you decide to take… multiple girls home.”

“In all fairness, one can easily make as much noise as two. Just depends on the girl and the night.”

“Wow. Thanks for sharing but I had no desire to know that.”

“Why? Because the idea of sex makes you uncomfortable?”

Her eyebrows flashed. “No?” she said, instantly defensive. “What would make you say that?”

I leaned back. “Well, to start, you desperately avoid saying ‘sex.’ You think ‘hard’ is a bad word and you use weird euphemisms like ‘late night activity’ to keep your speech strictly non-sexual. As far as I’m concerned, that’s some damning evidence.”

“That means nothing.”

“Then say it.”

“Say what?”

“Sex.”

Lia uncrossed her arms and slammed her hands onto her hips. “Sex,” she scoffed, throwing in a shrug to convey nonchalance. “There you have it. That work for you?”

“In a sentence.”

“This is not an erotic spelling bee, Lukas.”

I laughed. “Pretend it is.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“And you’re the one who’s bothered by what I said, so just do it, Lia. You know you want to.”

She gaped at me, so visibly in awe of my nerve that I was sure she was about to turn on her prissy ballet flats and storm out of my office. But instead, she surprised me, tapping her foot twice, inhaling deep then breathing out, “Fine. You want it in a sentence, then here it is: You. Have. Sex,” she enunciated. “You probably have a lot of sex. I suspect you’re going to have more sex than I’m willing to hear every night. You love talking about sex – so much so that you’re forcing me to talk about sex. Everything out of your mouth sounds like sex. Sex,” Lia finished breathlessly, crossing her arms over her chest. “There. That was at least four sentences. You happy now?”

“That’s certainly a way to put it.”

“You did not just do that.”

“Do what?”

“Grab your dick in front of me.”

I raised my eyebrows. “I wasn’t grabbing it, I was adjusting it under my desk and you actually weren’t supposed to see that, so apologies.”

The groan she let out was curious. It sounded desperate with a tinge of something I couldn’t interpret so I wasn’t sure why it turned me the fuck on but it did. Paired with the way she thrust her hands in her hair and I was an animal again. I wanted her. So badly that I was sure she could feel it as the silence stretched between us.

“Lukas, my key,” she finally said, her voice sounding small and exhausted. She muttered “thanks” when she took the envelope from my hand but upon ripping it open, she promptly dropped the key on the floor, tripping on nothing as she tried picking it up. “I got it,” she said quickly, flustered when I rounded my desk to help her up.

“Are you sure?” I laughed when I spotted the shoes she’d fallen out of. “Lia, those look at least two sizes too big for you.”

“I borrowed them from a friend,” she muttered in frustration. “I was barefoot when I left your house last night.”

“Fuck, seriously? I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay,” she murmured softly, reluctantly accepting my hand for balance. I was silent as I felt her soft skin in my palm and my pulse quickened as I watched her bend over to slip into her shoes. Her big eyes were at the level of my chest but slowly, they drifted south, shy but unwavering till her stare landed below my belt.

Right on my cock.

Whoa.

Her cheeks brightened but to my surprise, she didn’t look away. In fact, her grip on my hand tightened just slightly as she swallowed and stared, so fucking irresistible with that hypnotized look on her face. Or maybe it was the other way around. Maybe she had some spell cast on me because in seconds, I went from half-hard to rock solid and ready to just slam her against my body. But in a flash, she was back on her feet, lashes fluttering and chest heaving as she stammered.

“I, um – thanks for the key, Lukas,” Lia stumbled breathlessly, a flurry of white sweater, blue jeans and honey locks as she rushed the hell out my door. And just like that I was standing in the middle of my office, my cock throbbing out of control as I asked myself what the hell just happened. I had no goddamned clue.

But whatever it was, I wanted more of it.