Oh. God.
Emotion floods my chest, and I pull her tight against me. What she doesn’t realize is thatshe’swhat I want. I was convinced Iris was a distraction from my career, but maybe she’s not a distraction at all.
Maybe she’s the main event.
When I think about her contribution at work, she’s a fucking star. With her help, we’ve completed a studio project I didn’twant to go near, and we’re tackling plans for a lighthouse that otherwise would’ve had me stumped.
But more than any of that is her heart. The way she cares. She’s prepared to end this to protect me. Putting my needs first. Something my job—somethingJohn—has never done.
“Youare what I want,” I say softly, drawing back to meet Iris’s gaze. I need her to see how serious I am.
“Are you sure?” she presses, fingers tightening on my lapels. “Are you sure this is worth it?”
“I’m so fucking sure.” I turn to grab my briefcase and pop it open, pulling out the tiny paper bag. “And in case you need reminding…” I tug the silver chain from the bag and hold it up for Iris to see. A tiny cupcake dangles between us, and she gasps.
“What’s this?”
“I picked it up from that boutique at the weekend,” I say, smiling. It’s only cheap silver, nothing fancy, and I hesitate, wishing I’d taken the time to go to a jeweler, find something beautiful and expensive like she deserves.
Iris’s eyes fill as she gazes at the necklace. “Oh my God, Aidan. I love it. I can’t believe…” she cuts herself off, dropping her gaze as she tries to pull herself together, and I take her chin gently in my hand. She tries so hard to keep it together with everyone else, but I don’t want her to feel that way with me. I want her to be real.
“You don’t have to hide your emotions with me, okay?”
Her eyes are so blue as they come back to mine, shimmering with unshed tears. I unclasp the necklace, stepping behind her. Sweeping her hair out the way, I gently clasp it against the soft skin of her neck, then lower my lips there. Iris sighs, leaning forward slightly to place her hands on the kitchen counter, her ass nudging into my groin. My dick responds instantly, thickening in my slacks, and I press it to her soft curves.
“Fuck,” she murmurs, squeezing her thighs together. The bright light of afternoon has given way to the warm glow of early evening, sending golden shapes across the wall. We’re alone, with no chance of being interrupted. I need her.
And I need her like this, from behind. Not because I don’t want to see her beautiful face, but because if I gaze into her eyes while I fuck her right now, I’ll say something I shouldn’t. Something that will scare her. Something I can’t take back.
“I’ve wanted to touch you all day, Cupcake,” I say roughly, grinding my stiff cock against her ass. “Needed you.”
“Me too,” she breathes, wriggling restlessly. She glances at me over her shoulder, biting her lip. “Can we…”
“That what you want?”
“Yes.” Her hand reaches behind her, fumbling until it finds my erection. Heat engulfs me as she strokes me through my slacks. I slide my hands up her stomach, over the pretty pink blouse I bought her, the one I’ve mentally unbuttoned a hundred times today, finding her nipples already hard. I tweak them, enjoying her quiver.
“Now?” I rumble. “Here?”
“Ineedit. Need you.”
Fuck. I can’t say no to that, can I? I know it’s incredibly unprofessional, fucking my assistant on a job site, but I’m too weak to stop, especially when she strokes me like that. Besides, I reason, as long as we don’t do anything at the office, it’s fine.
I slide my hand inside the front of her skirt, teasing the edge of her panties before slipping inside. She’s already soaked, and I release a rough groan, rutting against her ass.
“So wet for me, baby.” I reward her with a kiss under her ear. “Such a good girl.”
She whimpers as I circle her clit, feeling her tremble against me. “God, every time you say that…”
“You like it?” I rasp, fingers dipping inside her. “You like being good for me?”
“Yes, it’s all I want.”
Fuck.
I’d planned to make her come before fucking her, but I can’t wait. I unbutton my slacks with shaking hands, freeing my painfully stiff cock, then shove her skirt up, exposing her panty-clad ass. She’s in a lace thong, and I nudge her forward over the counter, forcing her ass higher.
“God, you’re perfection, Iris,” I rasp, falling to my knees and dragging my nose over her seam, inhaling her musky scent through the lace. When I rise to my feet again, I smooth a hand over the soft curve of her ass, lifting it to spank her lightly. I probably shouldn’t, not without asking, but it’s too tempting with her ass right there.
