“Come in,” Charlotte calls out.
I open the door to find Jobe sitting and chatting with Charlotte. “Am I interrupting?”
“No…” Charlotte stands. “Jobe was just leaving,” she says and smiles.
Jobe stands, unfazed by my appearance. “Hint taken.” He looks at Charlotte. “Don’t worry about any of this. I’ll deal with it.”
He shakes my hand on his way to the door. “I like your choice of flowers.”
I look over to the table and see a huge vase with an array of colorful flowers in the center, like a trophy. I grin at him. “I can hook you up any time.”
He laughs before closing the door behind him.
“Lock it,” Charlotte says.
The door clicks as I lock it and then stride over to her. Our lips smash together, hungry and desperate like we have spent weeks apart and not just spent the night together.
“What will Jobe deal with?” I murmur against her lips.
“Nothing to worry about.”
“But I do,” I say, kissing her as I unbutton her trousers and slide them down her thighs.
“Only Walter. It’s nothing.”
Walter is a prick, even though he fought to get me here. I know only too well it wasn’t because he liked me. The bastard wanted to win, he wanted to upset this family, and he wanted to take it all for himself. “Do you want me to say something to him?”
“No. Now stop talking. I don’t want to think about him. I want you inside menow.”
We desperately strip, knowing time is against us. I lean Charlotte over the desk, face down, and spread her legs wide. Then I run my fingers over her slit, groaning when I find her wet. I suck my fingers and close my eyes, never tiring of tasting her.
She wiggles her sexy ass, impatient. “Hurry up.”
Staring down at her perfect pussy, I take my cock and drive it into her all the way. She flinches at first, then relaxes as I pump hard and fast, her breaths quickly turning into gasps of pleasure. I tighten my grip on her hips as I lose focus, lost to the pleasure soaring through my body.
“I received your card,” she says between ragged breaths.
I can’t respond, too far gone into the sexual abyss. I fuck Charlotte hard, slamming into her, and her body presses against the desk. “Harder,” she rasps.
My dirty girl.
I lean forward and hold her head to the table, driving into her, pushing my other hand into the small of her back so she arches her perfect ass high for me, and I don’t let up.
“Ah,” she calls out.
“Do I have to gag you?” I grit out. The staff is not deaf or blind—I visit at the same time most days.
She spreads her legs wider, and I give it to her hard until she comes, gasping for air. I shudder with two last thrusts and come hard as I empty into her. I lean on her back and listen to our breaths slow together. “I love you,” I whisper. “That is what the card says.”
“I know. I truly know.”
33
CHARLOTTE
May
We holdhands as Ewan drives us to my parents’ home, sitting in the back of Brandon’s new BMW. A gift for my mother is between us, and Brandon is staring aimlessly out the window.
