Well, that wasn’t accurate, because if that was the case, she would be permanently perched on my desk.
She was wearing a navy dress that was perfectly professional and also driving me slightly crazy.
“Hi,” I said.
“Am I interrupting?”
Lucas stood, a knowing smirk plastered on his face. “I’ll just be going then.” He brushed past Ina with a wink. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
“That leaves the options wide open,” I called after him.
He laughed as he disappeared down the hall.
Ina stepped inside and closed the door. Then she locked it. My cock immediately stirred.
“Come here,” I said, my voice husky.
She flashed another sexy smile before she sauntered my way. I pushed back from the desk and opened my arms in an invitation to sit on my lap.
“How’s your day going?” I asked.
“Good. Great, actually.” Her smile was radiant. “The matchmakers are incredible. They have so many ideas for improving the process, and they’re so passionate about what they do. I spent two hours just listening to them talk about their most successful matches.”
“I’m proud of you.”
“I missed you.”
“You saw me this morning. At breakfast.”
“I know. But that was hours ago.” She reached up to loosen my tie slightly. “And I’ve been thinking about you all day.”
“Have you now?”
“Mmm.” Her fingers worked the knot free, loosening it enough to allow her fingers to slide under my collar.
She kissed me, and I forgot what I was going to say. I liked our little stolen moments. We were careful, but I was pretty sure everyone knew what happened when Ina showed up and that door closed. We were in love and still in that delicious phase of our relationship that made it impossible for us to keep our hands off each other.
“Abby called,” she said after we thoroughly moved out.
“Yeah?”
“She made it very clear. One month and it’s been five weeks now, so technically I’m overstaying my welcome.”
“Where will you go?” I kept my voice serious, playing along.
“I guess I’ll have to move back to Wyoming. Find a nice ranch house, get a job at the local diner, and never see you again.” She sighed dramatically. “It’s very sad.”
“Tragic.”
“I’m supposed to be completely moved out by tonight, actually. So if you see me on the street with a suitcase, just know I tried my best. Do you think I could keep my job and work remotely?”
I sighed and shook my head. “I’m afraid that’s not an option.”
“Too bad. I guess I’ll be living in my car. Oh wait, I don’t have a car.”
“It’s a good thing I hired movers to pack up your things and bring them to our place.”
She pulled back to look at me. I could see her confusion. We both knew she was going to live with me, but she was still putting up a bit of a fuss. I decided to make an executive decision. I figured it would be easier to ask for forgiveness than permission. And I already had plenty of ideas about how I would beg for her forgiveness.
