“Really? That’s great!”
A slow smile spreads over his face. “It is great. He told me you were very helpful in making him see the deal in a different light.”
I go still.Oh shit. This is where he tells me to stay the hell out of his business negotiations.
“Sorry,” I say quickly. “I probably shouldn’t have said anything to him.”
“Whatdidyou say exactly?”
“Just that he should trust you to do the right thing.”
“You realize that in business, ‘the right thing’ for one man can be the worst decision imaginable for another, right?”
“I do realize that. But when you were sick, you told me you wanted to help his company. You said you felt bad for him.”
Crawford leans back, his hands resting lightly on the surface of his desk. “I said that?”
“Yes. I mean, you had a high fever, so I doubt you were thinking coherently, but you did say it several times.”
“Huh. Well, your input worked either way. He’s decided to stay on for a little while to see things through and help with the transition.”
“Are you happy?”
He stops moving, glancing up at me for an endless second. “I think so, yeah.”
“Good.”
His chair bobs backward, his eyes never leaving my face. I step away, ready to leave the room, but then he stands up.
“Go put your hands on the window.”
I glance at the pane of glass behind him. “That window?”
“Yep. Can you deal with the drop?”
“As long as the thing doesn’t shatter underneath me, sure,” I say. I don’t know what he’s planning, but I’m nervous all the same.
I go to the glass, placing my hands against the pane. I hear him close his door and then he comes behind me. I try to suppress a shiver as his big hand moves over my stomach. His scent surrounds me, and I inhale, taking it in, desperate for him to touch me more.
“You’re trembling,” he whispers. “I’ve noticed your hands don’t shake as much these days when you take your clothes off for me.”
“Well, they’re pressed against the glass right now,” I say, and he chuckles as his fingers slide around me and over my ass. He slowly pushes my skirt up and pulls down my panties.
“I have a gift for you.”
He puts a piece of paper against the glass beside my head, and I quickly look it over it. My stomach flips. It’s the test results from Sterling House. It’s a clean bill of health, just as mine was. There’s nothing in our bloodwork that might put either one of us at risk.
“I really want to fill you with my cum,” he growls, and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.
“Oh, fuck,” I shudder as he pushes against me.
“But first I need to make sure you’re ready for me.”
I’m quivering as he kneels behind me and knocks my legs further apart before he begins to kiss the insides of my thighs, driving me insane.
I groan, my hands sliding down the glass as his tongue finally finds my clit and he begins flicking it with the tip repeatedly. His hands stroke my thighs as I moan, unable to stop the needy sounds from breaking free as he groans into me, the vibrations across my flesh wickedly good.
By the end, my thighs are trembling so much that I can barely keep my feet still against the carpeted floor. He pulls back and smacks his palm against my ass.
