He’d caught me off guard this morning.I had just unloaded my bag and sat down at my desk when his deep timbre echoed across the twenty-seventh floor.Something in him had snapped.He didn’t seem to give a fuck that half the floor was staring.Thankfully, he respected me enough to not cause a scene.Which was how I found myself at lunch.
The entire walk there, I replayed the moment his lips had crashed into mine at the library fundraiser, his strong hands gripping my hips possessively, as if he couldn’t get enough of me.That memory had been on an endless loop in my mind for weeks, making it impossible to focus or sleep.It should have been wrong, but it felt so damn right.
Now, I went to bed every night craving his touch, imagining what it would feel like to surrender myself to him.
With a frustrated sigh, I rolled onto my side and squeezed my eyes shut, trying to force the memory from my mind and will myself to sleep.My body yearned for something—no, someone—I couldn’t have.
So, I avoided him.Because Emmett was my boss, off-limits.
“Roll your eyes at me again and I will bend you over this table and fuck you right here.”
I shivered as his lunchtime confession rattled through my brain.He had never spoken to me like that before.While I knew he was attracted to me, hearing him put it in such blunt terms had sent a bolt of lust straight to my pussy.I was wet the rest of the workday, squirming in my chair as I thought about all the things he could do to me.
The ghost of his lips brushed against mine.His hands gripped my waist as our tongues danced.I could practically feel his hands caressing my curves, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.Heat pooled between my legs, demanding to be satiated.
I couldn’t take it anymore.Slipping my hand underneath the covers, I sought out my throbbing clit, stroking it through damp panties.
My fingers traced the sensitive skin beneath, finding my swollen folds and driving myself wild with need.I bit my lip as I remembered the taste of his mouth, the roughness of his stubble against my cheek.I whimpered softly.
My breathing quickened as I slipped a finger inside myself, marveling at how wet I was.I imagined his growl of satisfaction in my ear as his large, calloused hands squeezed my ass cheeks.Fantasies of him throwing me over his desk, tearing off my clothes, and burying himself deep inside me flashed through my mind.I gasped at the raw intensity of it.The power he held over me, the way he took what he wanted without hesitation or apology.
I grew needier still, sliding another finger into myself, desperate to feel full.I imagined him grabbing my wrists, teaching me a lesson about disobedience as he drove into me.I moaned into the pillow, picturing his eyes dark with lust as he plundered my tight heat, pushing himself deeper with every thrust.My hips bucked against nothing as I frantically finger-fucked myself.
In my fantasy, Emmett’s hands were everywhere at once, claiming me, marking me as his.His lips pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses down my neck, his tongue flicking over my collarbone, sending chills down my spine.I moaned, arching my back, wordlessly pleading for more.
He seized my hips, guiding me closer, consumed by the fire raging between us.“You’ve wanted this, haven’t you?”fantasy-Emmett growled in my ear, his voice low and dangerous.
“God, yes, Emmett.”I moaned into my pillow, unable to stop myself.
I came with his name on my lips and my back arching off the bed, body trembling.
As I lay there, panting and sated, I wondered if this chaos in my mind and body was just a manifestation of sexual frustration.Could I have avoided all this if I’d slept with Hugh last night?
Perhaps I could have satisfied my body, but what about my mind?No.I couldn’t lie to myself.My mind wanted Emmett Price.I was addicted to his charm and wit and sexy-as-fuck intelligence.I had never been with a man who had ambitions as grand as mine.I was constantly awed by the projects he championed and the culture he built.He had introduced sweeping reforms at one of the largest companies in the country.Emmett Price wanted to change the world.
But no matter how much I wanted him, I couldn’t give in.Because my ambitions were as important as his.I wouldn’t live in any man’s shadow.
* * *
“Callie, you with us?”
Emmett’s voice jolted me out of my daydream.I was supposed to be focusing on the meeting we were currently having with Maggie and Glenn about the community development project.Instead, I was imagining what it might be like to wake up next to Emmett every morning.
“Oh, uh, yep.Sorry.”
He smiled at me like heknewwhat I was thinking.And my damn heart did this funny little stutter.
The meeting went on, but my mind was elsewhere.Emmett’s voice had woven a spell around me.It was only when the meeting ended that I snapped out of my reverie, feeling a strange mix of guilt and longing.
As everyone gathered their belongings, I made a snap decision.I needed to get to the bottom of something I’d been wondering about for weeks.“Hey, Maggie, can I talk to you for a second?”
“Oh, sure!”She changed paths, moving to take the seat next to mine.Emmett shot me a curious glance but continued out of the room.
“Can I ask you a personal question?”
“Sounds scandalous.What’s up?”
“Are you and Glenn…”
