“Yeah, don’t really give a shit,” he said. “I wanted to see you.”
Well, that was kind of nice.
“Sunny,” I breathed out.
“Jesus, woman, do you want me to fuck you on your desk?”
I forced back a laugh. “Honestly, yes.”
He closed his eyes for a few seconds, then focused on me again. “I would have no problem taking you in front of your staff, Dimples, so maybe watch your words until we’re somewhere private. Unless, you’re into that.”
“No,” I whispered.
“Right. So, this is what’s gonna happen. I’m gonna meet you at your place at six. I’m gonna bring dinner. Chinese. We’re gonna eat, then I’m gonna fuck you. So hard, you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”
I shivered. “I don’t know if—”
He shook his head. “We’re not doin’ that, baby. We’re gonna try this for a while and see if it suits us.”
“I have Teddy tomorrow.”
Sundance leaned forward, his elbows on his knees. “So?”
I licked my lips, my heart racing with excitement. “So, I need to be able to walk.”
He dropped his head back and laughed. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
“I’m scared.”
“I know you are. I got you.”
I bit my lip. “Please don’t break me,” I whispered.
He glanced around my office. “You got drapes you can close?”
I shook my head.
“Shit.”
I smiled. “See you at six.”
“Five-thirty,” he countered.
“What?”
“I’ve decided I can’t wait ’til six.”
“I have a job,” I pointed out.
“What time are you done?”
“My last appointment’s at three.”
“Okay, four, then.”
I chuckled. “I can’t leave at three-thirty. I’ll see you at six.”
“Five.”
