She expertly swirls her tongue over my tip, forcing me to stifle a groan before pulling more of me into her mouth with a delicate whimper.
Eyes closed, I scrub a hand down my face and whisper, “Jesus, Rowan.”
I reach down to grab at the back of her head, snapping to attention when a knock sounds at the door, followed by Davis sauntering into the room.
“I got Logan and the crew on standby to get those repairs lined up this week. Just need your autograph on this,” he tells me, sliding a clipboard across my desk.
With Rowan’s mouth still on me, her movements ceased, I quickly grab a pen and scribble my name on the designated line, not bothering to even skim through the contract, and I send the board sliding back across the desk.
“Tell them we’ll be in touch by end of business today,” I instruct, my tone clipped.
“Gonna read through that at all, or…?”
“No,” I snap. “We’ve worked with them long enough.”
“Alright,” he says, throwing one hand up in surrender while grabbing the clipboard with the other. “I’ll give ‘em a call, then.”
He tucks the board under his arm and moves toward the door, stopping as he pulls it closed behind him.
“Oh, and hi, Rowan,” he says over his shoulder. “I like the shoes.”
Fuck.
The second the door clicks shut behind him, I shove myself from the desk, pulling myself away from Rowan’s perfect mouth, then stand and shove my cock back into my pants and zip them up.
“Get out of there,” I order her.
She quickly crawls out from under the desk and stands, dusting off her knees, clearly in a panic.
“What do we do?”
What we should have done in the first place – stay the fuck away from each other. But it’s too late for that, now, isn’t it?
If I had a time machine, I would go back and never even take a second look at her. No, that’s a lie. I would do it all over again, and I damn well know it.
“I’ll handle him,” I say. “But this cannot happen at work.”
“This as in, this?” She asks, gesturing toward the desk. “Or as in, this?” She now meekly gestures between the two of us.
“Either. Both,” I tell her firmly.
She plucks a tissue from the box at the corner of my desk and wipes her mouth with it, then fixes me with a look that tells me I’ve said something wrong.
“So, only at home and in foreign countries,” she says.
“Rowan.”
“No, I just want to be clear.” She sits on the edge of the desk and crosses her arms. “You’re happy to have sex with me and call me baby when we’re at home, but anywhere else, it’s game over?”
“That’s oversimplifying it a little bit, don’t you think?” I challenge. “This is our place of work.”
“Uh-huh.” I don’t miss the sarcasm or the venom dripping from her tone. Hopping off of the desk, she reaches for her water bottle and steps toward the door of the office. “I’m gonna go fill up my water,Mr. Fowler.”
“Rowan, we can—”
Her hand flies up to cut me off. “Don’t.”
In a breath, she’s out the door, slamming it shut behind her. I slump back into my chair and reach for what’s left in my glass, downing it like it’s a shot, then I step out and make my way through the building until I reach Davis’ office and rap my knuckles against the door frame.
