I snort. “I always do.”
He pulls back, and there’s a hint of sentimentality in his eyes I don’t often see. “You really do.”
“Oh god,” I tease, pushing him away from me. “You better hurry the fuck up. Sasha hates when you’re late for a tourney.”
He chuckles. “Keeps her on her toes.”
They wave as they stride down the street toward the closest public parking garage, and movement catches my eye inside the small office. I focus on the glass, spotting her in the open doorway that separates her office from the lobby.
My heart stutters in my chest at the sight of her. I wonder if she’ll evernotsteal my breath.
Sutton curls her finger at me and bites down on that bottom lip.
Hot damn, I’m one lucky bastard.
I start for the door and she grins, then disappears deeper into the building. It’s a tiny place, just this little lobby and her back office, but it’s perfect for a starter firm, and I have no doubt that unlike Hart Strategic Management, Hart & Associates will absolutely outgrow this place soon. Then we’ll find a bigger office. I already have my eye on a place a few blocks over from Apex.
I lock the main door behind me, then breathe deeply and twist my neck to each side, stretching my muscles.
“I want you on your knees, darlin’,” I call out to her, then take a step forward.
“Yes, Max.”
“I want you naked, my love.”
“Perhaps, Sir.”
I growl and stalk forward. When I reach the office, the overhead lights are off, but she’s visible in the little bit of light leaking in past my body in the open doorframe.
Naked. Kneeling.
Perfect.
“You’re beautiful.”
“You’re late.”
My lips twitch into a smile. “I’m sorry, did we have a date?”
She licks her lips, then trails a hand up her belly to cup her right breast, closing her fingers around her nipple as she holds my gaze. “Your friends were supposed to leave hours ago.”
“Hm.” I tilt my head. “You’re upset with me.”
Sutton pouts and I take a stalk toward her, smirking when she audibly gasps.
“How can I make it up to you?”
She looks over her shoulder at her desk, the top of it cleared of all papers and law books. Somebody already planned exactly how our scene would play out this afternoon. “Help me christen my new desk?”
I chuckle, dragging a hand over my jaw. “That’s not a new desk.”
She grins. “Semantics, darlin’,” she says in her best impression of a southern drawl. Which is horrible, by the way, but still sexy as hell.
“Hop up.” I motion to the desk and stride toward her. “Spread yourself open. Show me what’s mine.”
She shudders as arousal quakes through her, but moves quickly, climbing onto the desk in a hurry—
“Slow down,goddamn.” I whistle lowly. “Let me savor you.”
