Her voice softens. “Nope. Just me and you.”
“Fuck,” I groan.
She stands up, and I can’t avoid it any longer. I look at her, and as soon as I do, I know I shouldn’t have. I swear I can still taste her on my tongue. Her sweet scent has stayed with me all morning, and I’ve sat in my office with a hard-on, thinking of all the ways I wanted to have her.
She crosses her arms over her chest. “If you tell me what you need, I can help you.”
It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell her that I need to get off, that these fuckin’ blue balls are killing me, but I know that’s a bad idea. “Grab your stuff. You’re going with me.”
Her eyes widen, and she freezes. “Where are we going exactly?”
I put my hands on my hips. “To the Burkhardts’.”
Her face turns red, and her cheeks puff out. “I’m not going.”
I take a step toward her. “Yes, you are.”
She waves her hand toward my office. “Look, I get it. You want to punish me. Fine. I can take it, but I draw the line there, and I think I’ve had enough today.”
Clueless, I shake my head, wracking my brain. “What the hell does that have to do with the Burkhardts?”
She puts a hand on her shapely hip and glares at me. “You think I want to go to watch you flirt with that woman? Newsflash. I don’t.”
Floored, I rear back. “Flirt with her? It’s a job. You were there. We’re installing a security system.”
She laughs, and it sounds manic. “Oh yeah? I’m not installing anything because I’m not going.”
I suck in a breath and spit out the words without thinking. “I swear I want to bend you over my knee and spank that fat ass.”
She hisses a breath and glares at me through the slits of her eyes. “Oh no you didn’t. You did not just say I have a fat ass.”
She’s pissed, and I can’t lie. I love it when she gets riled up. I wish I didn’t, but I do. I put my hands in the air. “Stop it. I didn’t?—”
She starts slamming notebooks, drawers, pens…. Hell, everything she can get her hands on. I stalk over to her and don’t stop until we’re chest to chest. “Are you really offended, Bree? I’ve licked, kissed, eaten, and fucked that ass. You know I love it, so I didn’t mean anything by that comment.”
I see her pulse jumping in her neck. No doubt she’s remembering all the times I’ve spent loving on her butt, and if I don’t step away, I’m going to show her right now just how much I’ve missed it.
I take a step back. “Grab your purse. You’re going with me.” I hold my hand up. “And I think you know me. Hell, you know me better than anyone. Amy is not my type.”
I walk out to the van and open the passenger side door. Bree locks the front door of the office, breezes by me, and settles in the passenger seat. I resist reaching for the seat belt and putting it on her. Hell, the way she sits there, she’s waiting for me to do it, but I just stand here, looking at her blankly, until she puts it on herself.
I’m about to close the door when she stops me. “I need to make a stop first.”
I grit my teeth. “Why?”
She turns her head and looks me dead in the eye. “I’m not wearing any underwear. I had to remove them because they were… wet.” She gestures to herself. “And I can’t be climbing ladders or crawling under things in this.”
I grip the door so hard my knuckles turn white. “You’re not wearing any panties?”
She glares at me. “No.”
I stand back and shut the door. My cock twitches between my thighs, and it’s almost painful to walk around to the driver's side of the van. All I need is the image of Bree with no panties sitting at her desk. There’s no way I’m going to resist this temptation for the next nine months. It’s not possible.
I get in and start the van. “Where do you live?”
She lifts her chin. “Above Savage Ink.”
My head turns so fast I’m surprised I don’t get whiplash. “Excuse me? You live above the tattoo place?”
