Iscrub a hand down my face in frustration.
I don’t know what to do now. Put my clothes on? I would, except Livi’s are tangled up with mine on the floor, which means she’ll come out of the bathroom naked and I don’t want to make her feel uncomfortable by covering up before she does.
I’m treading on eggshells here and I know it.
One wrong move and she’ll bolt and never come back.
Contrary to what my brothers say, I’m not stupid where women are concerned. I’d never be dumb enough to walk away from Livi if I was married to her, that’s for sure.
What kind of fuckwit did she marry?
The door opens a crack, distracting me from my thoughts.
“Would you mind passing me my clothes, please?” Her voice is crisp, a tone I’ve never heard before, and I have to assume it’s the one she uses in her everyday life.
“Sure.” I gather up her things, try not to crumple them any more than they already are and, walking over, I hold them out. “Here.”
“Thank you.” Before she even finishes speaking, the door snaps shut.
“Oo-kay then.” Well, that solves one problem. I scoop up my jeans and shirt. No point being the only one naked.
I’m dressed and leaning my ass against my desk—the one I just fucked Livi on—when she emerges from behind the closed bathroom door.
I watch her for a moment and realize if I don’t say something, she isn’t going to.
“You okay?” I ask as I push off the desk.
“Yes. Why wouldn’t I be?” There’s that frosty tone again. It’s paired with a haughtily arched eyebrow.
I wonder if she uses this ice princess act as a shield to keep people away. I figure a lot of people wouldn’t approach her on looks alone, but when she opens that sexy mouth and forms words dripping with ice…well, it would take someone with a thick hide or a thick head to keep going at her.
Not sure which category I fall into, but I know I’m not letting her walk out of here without at least attempting to reach the woman who just let me fuck her. I have firsthand experience with the fiery passion she hides inside and I’m not about to let her retreat from me now.
I smirk and shrug like her icy attitude doesn’t affect me. “No reason. Just wanted to make sure you were okay.”
“You promised no questions.”
“What?”
“You said you’d stop asking questions so we could have hot, sweaty, no strings sex.”
I laugh. I can’t help it. And when she arches that brow again and looks down her nose at me in spite of the six inches I have on her, I only laugh harder.
Obviously not the reaction she expected because she huffs a muttered, “Really,” before spinning on her heel and heading for the door.
Oh no. Not happening.
Lunging forward, I grab her wrist and spin her back. “Before you go.” I smash my mouth on hers.
I take us deep. Thrusting my tongue between her lips, I leave no room for protest.
I take. I conquer. I devour.
And when she softens against me, when she moans into my mouth, I lift my head and stare her straight in the eyes. “Thanks for a great fuck. See you later.”
Her mouth drops open, her eyes go wide with shock, but I don’t say anything else, don’t wait for to say anything either. I just walk right out of the office and head back to work.
7
