“I love you,” I whispered, leaning back against him with my eyes still closed. His now smooth cheek passed against mine. His hands came around the front of my slinky robe, passing over my breasts and hugging me close. He pressed his lips into my cheek, remaining there as my body responded to his touch. Desire, already simmering at the surface, blossomed deep inside of me.
“I have to leave for work,” he said without letting go.
I groaned and wrapped my arms over his. “Stay.”
“I wish I could, but I have meetings. Canceling one will create a domino effect,” he asked. “Do you want to take one of my cars to work?”
“You’d let me?” I asked.
“Yes.” He hesitated. “But you hurt it, and there’ll be consequences.”
Though I didn’t think I’d mind the consequences, I only laughed and said, “I’ll take the train.”
“I have a really full day, but we still need to talk about getting your stuff tonight.”
My peacefulness faded. “Yes, we do.”
“All right, up you go.” He lifted me off his lap and set me on my feet. “Come to my office on your lunch break, and I’ll have food delivered.”
I nodded, glancing at his dress shirt. “Are we going to fight?” I asked.
“I hope not, baby. I don’t like when we do.”
“Me neither.” I placed my hands on his chest and rose up for a kiss. “Have a good morning.”
“I already am,” he said. “See you in a few hours.”
* * *
As the elevator at Pierson/Greer ascended, I tapped my foot and thought about what was to come. Still unsettled over the previous night’s fight, I wasn’t looking forward to rehashing it. In the office, I met the pretty, young receptionist who’d taken Clare’s place, and quickly checked my tinge of jealousy when I noticed how nervous she seemed. She knew who I was and practically knocked over a water bottle while taking my coat.
After informing me David was on his way, she showed me into his empty office. Back in his bubble, I relaxed. I wandered around the room, picked up a photo of him with his family, and got a surge of affection, even though I’d only met them twice. I’d never had those warm feelings toward Bill’s stoic family—nothing remotely close, actually.
I heard David send the receptionist to lunch before striding into the office with a plastic bag and shutting the door behind him. Earlier, I’d noticed how his royal blue dress shirt set off his dark features, but now I had the urge to jump into his arms and beg him to take me.
My unsettled feeling returned, however, when I noticed he seemed edgy—a dark, brooding cloud entering my hemisphere. “I don’t have much time, so I just grabbed Mexican from downstairs,” he said, setting the full bag on his desk.
“I’m not hungry.”
The look on his face indicated the scolding to come, but I was saved by the ringing of his desk phone. He whipped off his jacket and threw it over the couch. “One minute,” he said. I watched him round the desk and fall into his chair, leaning back as he answered the phone. “Dylan. Yes.” His eyebrows knit. “Yes. Go on.”
One thing I’d not yet gotten was my businessman David. I’d been thrumming since the night before, and quite often over the past few months, I’d yearned to see what was underneath David’s perfectly tailored suits. I strolled over to his chair, and before he even looked up, dropped to my knees between his legs. The leather chair groaned as he sat forward suddenly.
“Yes, that’s—that’s correct,” he stammered into the phone. I looked at him from beneath my lashes. My hands skated up his muscular thighs until one landed on his crotch. He shifted when I touched the hardening length of him through his pants.
His hand dove into my hair, and he pulled my head back so I was forced to look at him. I bit down on my lip, and he smirked at me.
“That will be presented at the afternoon meeting,” he continued, staring at me as I blindly undid his fly. “We’ll go over—you know what, I have to call you back.” The phone was down before he’d even finished the sentence. He grasped my waist with two large hands and hoisted me up onto his desk.
“Wait,” I protested, salivating to take him in my mouth.
“Lie back.”
“But I wanted to—”
“Lie back,” he growled. I complied.
He pulled my hips so I was hanging off the edge, then shoved up my skirt as if we were on a timer. My panties ripped loudly a second before his fingers were in me.
