Hungry for what was to come.

My eyes followed Eva's tight body as she walked across the room to a vending machine, moving up and down to make sure not an inch was missed. "God damn that woman is something," Charlie let out a low whistle, only loud enough for me to hear. And fuck if it annoyed me. The thing about me and Eva... well... It was really complicated. "Are you still fucking her?"

I instantly regretted ever telling him, not that we necessarily hid what was going on between us. I mean, we slept together, we weren't a couple always broadcasting PDA, but there was chemistry between us and you'd have to be an idiot to miss it. "Yes," I replied and tried to stop the corners of my mouth from turning upwards into a grin.

"Lucky bastard," He shook his head and crumpled up a wrapper in his hand to toss it into the closest trashcan, reminding me of a high school boy when he missed and grumbled to himself. "What I wouldn't give to -" I cut his words off with a glare, not wanting to hear it because honestly? I hated the idea of her with another guy. I wasn't the jealous type. She wasn't even my girlfriend, nor were we exclusive. I had no idea if she was sleeping with anyone else and if she was? I didn't want to know. "You're whipped... I can't blame you though," He stood up with his hand clasping my shoulder. "Have a good lunch with your future ex wife."

"You're an idiot," I replied, staring at Eva as she walked over with a bottle of water in her hand, taking the seat across from me.

"Are you only just figuring that out?" She said in a serious tone, eyeing Charlie with a look of disgust. The guy was in his early 20's, barely able to drink legally, and he still acted like he was in a frat. Technically he was last year.

I let out a sigh as he laughed his way out of the companies cafeteria, "Sadly I've known for a while, but since he works in my department they keep putting us on the same projects."

"I feel sorry for you," She said with a grin.

"Then cheer me up by coming home with me after work," I retorted with a grin.

She stared at me as she tried to keep a straight face, uncapping her water, "Why?"

"I just said that," I retorted and took a bite of my sandwich while she watched. 

"Say please," She said quietly, not wanting to draw attention to us because technically we were still at work, but she let a grin play on her lips anyway.

I stared at her blankly as I swallowed, "You wish."

"You wish I'd come home with me without you saying please," She said back quickly, her words almost making no sense. 

I let out a snort, shaking my head, "If you don't come over you'll regret it."

She leaned into me from across the table, faking a small pout, "Are you getting grumpy already cupcake? No need to get sad, I'm coming home with you since you need me."

"If we weren't here I would have spanked you already," I said back and used a voice as low as hers, my face giving away nothing.

She sighed and leaned back in her chair, sipping her water and getting lost in her thoughts. "Too bad we're here," She retorted eventually, breaking eye contact to glance past my shoulder, an unreadable expression appearing on her face.

"I'll save the spanks for later," I grinned.

She looked back at me again, shaking her head, "I have stuff to do, maybe next time." 

I lifted a brow, trying to read her expression and what had just changed mind so quickly. I swear, women were a fucking enigma. "Then why'd you just say yes?" I asked out of curiosity. 

"I said no instead," She said like a smartass, smirking at me and making me want to spank her all over again.

"Your loss," I shrugged it off and took one last bite, the last of my sandwich. Swallowing, I reached for my own water bottle and down half of that too, setting it back down on the table. "Are you having your parents over this weekend?" I asked since for the past few weekends, she'd been having Sunday night meals with her parents. And me. They still thought we were engaged, even if we lacked loving emotions towards one another. There was chemistry, definitely, but that was a whole other league than being genuinely in love with someone. 

She wrinkled her nose, "We're going to their place instead."

I shook my head, "You are. I have stuff to do."

She narrowed her eyes on me and then proceeded to cross her arms over her chest, a sour look on her pretty face, "You're only saying that because I said no to tonight."

"Maybe," I smirked with a shrug to my shoulders. "Or maybe I really have plans. Maybe I have a project that will be taking up all of my time. I guess you'll never know."

"You're such an ass," Eva muttered under her breath and sets her elbows on the table as she broke eye contact in favor of looking around. 

"Excuse me?" I asked with a smirk, her new annoyed attitude more than amusing me. 

"You're an ass," She said more clearly as she shot me a fake smile that dropped from her face a second later when she went back to her straight pissed off face. Fuck that look was a sexy one. 

I leaned back in my chair and raised one eyebrow slowly as I kept my eyes on her, "That bad, uh?" 

"What?" She asked back flatly as if lost by what we were talking about. 

"You really wanted me to come," I pointed out with my teasing tone and my signature smirk that she couldn't resist, even if it was currently pissing her off even more. 

"If only it was just that, it'd be easier," She joked, using sex against me. "I think that next time you'll want a blowjob I'll have plans. Or a project. Or I'll have to do nothing but still be too busy to take care of your dick."

Her words only amused me more, that and the way she was fuming. "If you're using the sex card you must be really mad."

"Yes I am," She snapped back without thinking twice, then bit down on her lip to stop herself from talking more. "I'll get over it and still want to suck you, don't worry Nolan." 

I nodded, knowing that as bad as I wanted her? She wanted me too. We weren't exclusive... but we loved fucking each other and it always seemed to be enough. "Tell me why you're so mad," I said in a softer tone, even dropping my smirk in an attempt to get a real reason from her. When she didn't respond, I set my hand on top of hers, resisting the urge to grin when she eyed it with distaste. "You won't even let me touch you in public? Am I that bad?" I asked, finally grinning.

"I don't want to be known as the office slut," She said sternly.

"You're not. That role has already been taken by Charlie," I said seriously, grinning wider since I had a point. The guy had already slept with three interns, a receptionist, one of the girls in accounting, and there were even rumors that he had a threesome with our male supervisor and his wife. The kid had it in him. Literally. 

"Are you sure it's not you instead? The blonde over there keeps undressing you with her eyes," She lifted a brow, not sounding jealous but maybe curious instead. 

I scanned the room before looking back at her, "Which one? I hope she doesn't have a direct view of my crotch, just in case she has x-ray vision."

Eva rolled her eyes, "Is everything a joke with you?"

"Isn't that why we get along so well? You're uptight and I can't take anything serious?" I replied, only half serious. Of course I was serious sometimes, not everything was a joke to me. I was a hard worker and damn good at my job too... but I liked cracking jokes every now and then. 

She shrugged nonchalantly, her eyes dropping on our hands one more time before she looked back at my face, "I guess." 

I furrowed my brows as I studied her face, though my smirk was still in place, "Are you pouting now?" 

At that she broke into a smile, never able to resist me when I was acting silly. "No, I'm not," She answered quietly, "I don't want to tempt you when you can't even kiss me." 

I raised one eyebrow at her, "Should I thank you for that too?"

"You're welcome," She finally grinned at me, looking relaxed finally.

I ignored her words completely, but still was amused, "Why didn't you eat?" 

"I wasn't hungry," She replied. "Do you want to come over tonight?"

I blinked my eyes at her, then groaned, "Since when are you so confusing Eva?" 

She pursed her lips together and looked pleased with herself, successful at driving me fucking insane. "I still have stuff to do, I wasn't finding excuses before...but I can do them if you're around too," She explained nonchalantly. 

"And what kind of stuff is that?" I asked out of curiosity, wondering what had caused her to say no in the first place.

"Laundry," She said with a shrug to her shoulders. I stared at her blankly, wondering why the hell she'd pick a night of laundry over having sex. I'd seen her closet and there was no way all of her clothes were dirty. She lifted a brow, "What? Why are you looking at me like that?"

I let out a sigh and shook my head, "Seriously? Laundry?"

"Yes, it's what a person does when their clothes are dirty," She retorted like a smartass. My hands were making balls, itching like crazy to spank her perfect ass. Later on, I promised myself.

"You'd rather do your laundry than have me inside of you?" I asked with a grin, knowing the real answer whether she'd admit it or not. "Ouch, I'm hurt."

"How about you try saying that a little louder so everyone at work can know we're sleeping together," She said in a hushed town.

I kept staring at her before laughing, shaking my head again, "Should we HR and sign the papers that we're sleeping together? That way you can't ever bust me for sexual harassment?"

She rolled her eyes, "You're hilarious."

"What are you making for dinner tonight?" I asked, ignoring her sarcasm. 

She shrugged and sipped her water before answering, "Why?" 

"Do you want me to come over or not?" I raised one eyebrow, giving her that cocky look that she hated.

"And does it matter what I cook?" Her expression mirrored mine as she set the bottle of water on the table, her arms crossing against her chest as she kept her eyes on me.

I nodded as my smirk got wider, "Oh yes. If it's yummy, I'm coming over."

She stared at me blankly, "Everything I make is delicious." 

I let out another laugh, shaking my head, "Right, little miss cocky." 

"I'm not cocky, I'm confident," She corrected me, even if there really was no difference between the two. Hell, I wasn't any better. She stood up from the chair as she glanced at her watch, then looked at me with a straight face. "Please let me know what you decide to do, I'm going grocery shopping after work and I need to know if I'm cooking for one or for two."

"Where are you going?"

"Our break is over." She answered simply, then grinned, "I'm going to have a smoke before working. I'd ask you to join me but you'd start asking me what I smoke and stuff like that."

I chuckled and shook my head, "I'd much rather stare at those pouty lips and think about how good its going to feel when they're wrapped around my dick later on."

She kept her face serious, even if there was a blaze in her eyes as she stared at me, "Does that mean you're coming over then?"

"Of course," I grinned and stood up. "I never say no to a free meal."

"Except for on Sunday instead," She said flatly, turning on her heels and giving me a view of her ass.

My eyes followed her ass out of the cafeteria and outside where it was much too fucking hot. "Are you still upset that I'm skipping out on our weekly dinner where we play a happy couple?" I asked with a brow raised, wondering if she was getting tired of the charade. It'd been almost a full year since I'd met her parents, since they bought the lie that we were engaged. All this time later, Eva still didn't have a ring and the sweetest comment we'd given each other came only after we'd made each other cum. 

"Do whatever you want," She narrowed her eyes on me then placed a cigarette between her lips, the only woman who could make smoking look so sexy. She could make anything look sexy though.

"Your dad still hates me," I said seriously.

"I can't blame him really," She commented flatly as she leaned back against the wall, one of her arms crossed against her chest and her eyes staring at nothing in front of her while she took another drag.

I couldn't help but glare at her, "Because it's so easy to hate me?"

"No muffin, because you're going to marry his princess," She said back with a smirk on her face even though her words were all bullshit. I was no muffin, she was no princess, and we wouldn't get married. 

I groaned, "He'd rather see me dead instead."

"Don't worry, you're not really going to marry me, are you?" She asked back, brow raised and smoke coming out of her mouth mixed with her words.

"Stranger things have happened," I said with a smirk.

Eva rolled her eyes and offered me the cigarette which I declined with a shake to my head. "My parents still think I'm a virgin," She said after another drag, her serious face not lasting long. I let out a laugh and she stared at me, smirking with her brow raised, "Why is that so funny?"

"Because it's far from the truth," I replied and shook my head. "And I've done some god awful things to your body."

She laughed and kept her eyes on mine, "All of those things you enjoyed immensely..."

"That is true," I grinned at her, thinking about how she looked bent over on all fours. Her ass was truly a piece of art. 

She kept her smirk in place as she looked at me, "You're so obvious." She commented shortly and took another drag, the smoke filling her lungs then coming out from her nostrils, making her look like a sexy dragon. 

"So are you," I retorted since that much was true. She ignored me words but kept her dark eyes on me instead. "What's wrong Eva?" I asked after she didn't say anything, just kept watching me. 

She shrugged nonchalantly and put the cigarette out, "Nothing."

"You were looking at me weird," I pointed out, looking vaguely amused.

She rolled her eyes, "You're just so hot I can't take my eyes off of you." 

"It'll be hard to concentrate on your work for the rest of the day," I grinned and set my hands on her hips, returning the same look she'd been giving me earlier when she was off day dreaming. 

"Then we should leave. Take a sick day," She shrugged her shoulders.

I lifted a brow since she always bragged about her perfect attendance, she did work in HR after all. "Eva Blunt wants to play hookie?! I'm shocked," I said in a joking tone, even if I was truly a little shocked. 

She kept her face serious and shrugged her shoulders once more, "I've been reading resumes all day and they're all the same. I need a break."

"And you want to spend your day off with me?" I smirked and pulled her body closer to mine, always having a hard time keeping my hands to myself whenever she was near. Sometimes I felt addicted to that woman... I was definitely obsessed with her body. "I'm honored."

She tilted her head down and leaned her cheek against my shoulder for a moment, just a moment to breathe in against my neck. "It's either that or I'll wait for you to be off," She said eventually, her voice quiet.

My hands grasped at her hips tighter, unable to keep to themselves. "I wasn't aware that we had agreed on spending the night together," I said and when she pulled her head back, I was smirking.

She pulled away from me completely, smoothing her dress. "You don't have to decide now. I'll be home anyway," She answered in the same tone she used when working.

I furrowed my brows and slipped my hands into my pockets, "What happened to your super busy day?"

"I said fuck to that," She replied nonchalantly, staring at me.

"I could think of better things for you to fuck instead," I retorted and she laughed softly before rolling her eyes. "Hey, you walked into that one."

"Come with me," She said, ignoring my words. 

I parted my lips again and kept my face serious, "I plan on it. Over and over again."

A grin played on her lips, "Stop with all the innuendos, perv."

"I can't contain myself around you," I sighed, a smirk spreading across my face. "But sure, I can leave early."

Her brows shot up, "Really?"

"Really to not being able to control myself around you or leaving?" I reached out and grabbed her hip again, pulling her back against me since I wasn't liking the distance currently separating us.

"You're so cheesy," She replied but a smile was on her lips,  practically begging me to kiss her.

"Don't you like that about me?" I asked instead of kissing her, keeping my eyes on her soft lips though. 

 

She followed my gaze and bit down on her lip before looking back into my eyes. "You're not that cheesy anyway," She said absentmindedly, looking like she wanted to kiss me as bad as I wanted to kiss her.

My hands grasped at her hips tighter as I caught her looking at my own lips, "What am I instead?" 

"Hot," She answered seriously, her fingers playing with the buttons of my shirt as she leaned into me.

A smirk curved my lips and my hands moved behind her back, pressing her harder against me, "Tell me something I don't know."

She angled her head, our lips dangerously close and I had the feeling we were playing a game where no matter who'd kiss the other, no one would lose anyway. "You're awfully good at resisting me right now."

"Does it surprise you?" I kept grinning, dropping my hands down her back to cup her ass, whether to test her or just touch her. Either way, it was a win for me. 

She let out a soft laugh, "Are we just going to stand here for the rest of the day or will you take me home and fuck me?"

I shrugged my shoulders nonchalantly, "I'm coping a feel right now, don't interrupt me woman." When she rolled her eyes, I grinned wider, "Are you impatient to get me naked?"

"You're so cocky," She replied but eventually grinned. 

"You're right," I agreed and pulled my body away from hers, slipping my hand into hers almost automatically. "Do you need to get your purse? Tampons? I don't know what else you'd need to grab out of your office."

She shot me a dangerous look that reminded me never to bring up tampons around a female, "My purse. Are you planning on holding my hand and walking me to my office?"

"Are you ashamed of being seen with me?" I joked, only half curious if she really was. I knew that it wasn't that she'd be ashamed, but maybe hesitant. I mean, wasn't that how office rumors and gossip started?

"No," She said nonchalantly and when I raised one eyebrow and looked vaguely amused she added, "But wouldn't it be unprofessional?"

I sighed and shook my head, tempted to laugh at how professional she was when it came to work. It was the HR in her. "You know how to kill the nice guy in me," I said and let my hand slip from hers until she held it tighter not to let it go.

"There's no nice guy in you," She replied in a playful tone, even adding a smile because that wasn't true at all. I had my moments.

"You're doing it again," I said back with a grin, our fingers tangling together as we walked towards her office.

Eva did her best to avoid the eyes on us, fighting the urge to glare to everyone and trying to act nonchalant instead. I on the other hand didn't mind. "Maybe because I'm not a nice girl either," She said simply. 

I laughed and kept my eyes on her after she pushed the door to her office open, letting go of my hand in favor of turning her computer off and then packing up her bag. "You'd bore me if you were a good girl," I leaned against the doorway.

Her eyes flicked up to meet mine, "I said nice, not good."

"Same difference," I gave her a grin because honestly, she was nice. She had that bitchy streak to her and was sassy as hell, but she was nice too. I'd seen her enough times with her family to know how much she cared about them and she cared about me too. Not that she'd ever admit it.

She grinned back and shook her head, "No. Very different instead."

I kept my face serious, "Are we here for a grammar lesson or can we go? My hands are itching to spank you."