“Already?” I ask, and he grins down at me.
“I’m hard twenty-four-seven around you, Amelia.” He nuzzles his nose against my cheek but then pulls back, his gaze dark and serious. “Would you be okay with me speaking to Sterling House about the condoms?”
I don’t reply immediately, still amazed he would want that.
Doesn’t the policy state he would have to guarantee he only has me as a sexual partner? Why would he want that?
The idea is so damn satisfying. His face falls, as he leans back further, a line appearing between his brows as his jaw works.
“I guess you might have other partners outside of work. I hadn’t thought of that. You’re not married or anything, are you?”
I laugh, and his frown only gets deeper, making me laugh harder.
“What the hell is so funny?” he asks, beginning to rock his hips against me, and making my laughter turn into a moan. “I’m gonna ruin you for any other man, I swear to God. No one’s gonna fuck you like I can.”
I shudder and put my hands on his ass, pulling him down so his cock rubs against my clit. He closes his eyes as I put my lips against his ear.
“No condoms. I’m fine with that.”
“You don’t have anyone else in your life who’d complain?” he asks, his cock rubbing against me, getting wetter with every pass.
“You’re the only guy I’m sleeping with,” I say, and see a light come into his eyes. I suck in a breath as he pulls my legs apart and rubs his cock along the seam of my body.
“I don’t want to pause and go get a condom. I want to fill you up right now, until you’re dripping for me,” he growls, his mouth touching my ear.
I’m trembling, shocked at how much I want that too.
“I’ll call them later. Right now, I’m gonna go get a condom from my desk, and when I come back, I want you spread for me and bending over the couch.”
Chapter 27
Amelia
Crawford follows through on his threat of three fucks before nine. By the time I leave his office, my whole body is aching, and I’m sore in the best way as I sit down at my desk.
The morning turns out to be surprisingly busy, with Crawford leaving about an hour before lunch.
On my way back from my fifth printer run that afternoon, my phone lights up, and when I answer, I’m surprised to hear Crawford’s voice on the other end. I can hear the chopper whirring in the background.
“Amelia, I’m going to be late for my meeting with Barnes.” He says, sounding exasperated. “He’s already pissed enough without me being late. Could you please get him a coffee and make him feel at home until I get there?”
“Of course.”
“Thank you. He’s gonna be an asshole. If he’s rude to you, just leave him be, and I’ll deal with him when I get there.”
“How long will you be?”
“I hope less than an hour, but the weather is shitty, and my pilot says we might have to land to wait for the fog to clear. My morning started so fucking well, too.” His voice drops an octaveas I feel my cheeks heat. “I like it when you blush,” he murmurs before hanging up.
I calculate that I have about ten minutes until Barnes shows up. I fire off as many emails as I can before he’s due to arrive, and then go into Crawford’s office.
I’m just adding milk to the coffee machine when I hear voices outside. Walking out of the office hurriedly, I find Franklin Barnes standing by my desk.
His mouth is set in a grim line, and there’s a man in a suit behind him whose dark green eyes sweep over me, his lips twisting into a grimace.
“Mr. Barnes?” I say quickly. “My name’s Amelia Brooks, I’m Mr. Crawford’s executive assistant. Would you like to come in?”
Barnes stares at me, his eyes discreetly moving over my figure and back again.
