“Hell would have to freeze over for any of us not to welcome Willow home and hire her on. We want her on our team.” Maverick says with a big smile.
“Now that you’re staying for sure, we need to schedule a once-a-month girls’ night,” Aspen says, looking from me to Ava.
“Yes, as long as you’re okay with me bringing one more girl along?” Ava says, her grin sheepish.
“Did you make a new friend at work? I thought I was your only friend?” Aspen looks downright insulted.
Ava looks for Maverick to the group. “We’re having a baby girl!”
The whole table erupts and cheers. And to think, I would have missed all this if Aspen hadn’t meddled. I really need to think of something special to say thank you. She’s my guardian angel, and no words will ever adequately express my gratitude for bringing me back where I’ve always belonged.
“Looks like we’re going to need to get a bigger table,” Jack says, and I swear I see tears in his eyes. I forget that he pretty much doubled as Mav’s dad. So this is going to be his first grandbaby.
“And what a blessing that is.” Mabel’s happy tears streak her face as she leans down and kisses Ava’s head, before bringing Mav in for an embrace.
Weston reaches under the table and squeezes my hand. I don’t think life will ever get better than this.
Chapter 35
Willow
Iwake up to an empty bed the next morning, which is unfortunate, considering the steamy, X-rated dream I was having about the very man who sleeps next to me. That’s the one new thing our relationship has now that it didn’t then. Weston did sneak into my window more times than I can count, but being able to exist like this together, it’s everything.
As I start to get ready for work, I can’t shake the desire humming through me. I want that man like my heart needs its next beat. The itch for him hasn’t stopped now that we’re back together; it’s grown. I’m at the point where I can’t escape him, even in my dreams, not that I would want to. I look at myself in the mirror and laugh. How utterly obsessed I am with that man has changed me. My skin is brighter, no longer dull. My cheeks are constantly flushed and plumped up. It’s like being with him has breathed life back into me.
I head to my room, which still has my clothes. We haven’t really gotten around to moving everything over quite yet. Maybe after we finish our last tasks with the cabins, we will have more time for it. I pull out an outfit with one thing in mind. One sneaky little fantasy that I can’t get rid of. I dream of it nightly, and I think I might be able to bring it to life. I’ve caught on to Weston’s obsession with my pencil skirts, and I know just the one to wear. It fits like a second skin, hugging every curve of my body. Accentuating every single asset I’vegot working for me. I add a red lip, and it takes my outfit to new levels of office vixen.
I take one final look in the mirror before leaving the room and heading downstairs, where, like clockwork, there is a freshly brewed pot of coffee and a note tucked under my mug. Always with scratch paper he ripped off from junk mail, but the notes he writes are where the love lies. He writes something he loves about me each day on the scrap paper. Reminding me of just how lovable I am.
I get in the truck and drive to work, my thoughts a tangle of filthy thoughts and to-do lists. Usually, my anxiety wins out, but not today.
The first thing I do when I step into the office is send a message to West that there is a private matter I need him urgently for. Hopefully, he gets the hint that I want him to come alone.
I sit on the desk, facing the door, and undo a few buttons on the top of my blouse until the lace trim of my bra peeks out. I swear to God, if that man walks in with his father, I will die.
The door to the office swings open with vigor; someone took the urgency I laced in the text to heart. “What’s wrong?”
He stops dead in his tracks when he sees me. His eyes peruse every inch of my body, from my voluminous curls, down the slope of my neck to my cleavage, my stocking-covered legs, and down to where my heeled feet dangle off the edge of the desk.
I cock my head to the side, a saccharine smile stretching across my lips. “Oh, nothing, I just woke up to a very empty bed, which was unfortunate considering the dreams I was having.”
Weston kicks the door closed behind him, turning to lock it before slowly stalking forward like I’m his prey. If I’m lucky, he’ll eat me alive. “Is that so?”
Bracing my feet on the desk, I inch my skirt up just enough to let my legs fall open and give Weston a peek at what’s waiting for him.
He goes slack-jawed before stepping closer between my legs, his thumb cradling my jaw while the back of his hand grips my head.
“The things I have wanted to do to you in this office, Sunshine.” He reaches his hand up and brushes his thumb against my plump bottom lip. Desire fuels my next move as I nip at his finger.
“You want to tell me those things?” I say as I cock my head to the side, adrenaline and desire are pumping through my system. I can feel my whole body flush.
“I think I would rather show you.” His hands move to my halfway buttoned-up white dress shirt. He grips each side and pulls, sending buttons flying everywhere. My breathing kicks up a notch, and so does the fire burning in my core.
He gawks at my breasts, which are sitting pushed up thanks to my white, push-up bra, and they look good, even I know that. His hands roam of their own accord, he palms one of my breasts, and I throw my head back.
With my head thrown back, it leaves my throat exposed. Weston takes advantage and leans forward, his lips finding my skin. Goosebumps erupt over my body as his stubble scratches against me. “Weston.” It comes out as a whimper, but it’s the most I can muster.
My hand laces through his hair, pulling him closer to my neck as he kisses and laps his tongue against me. A wild moan leaves my lips, bouncing off the office walls.
