“And this?” He slides his hand under my shirt, caressing my breast through the thin satin bra until my nipples peak again.
“Most certainly.”
He grins against my lips. “Well, this doesn’t sound fun at all.”
“I know. But it’s necessary. Staying apart will protect your job.”
And mine.
Because being this close to Bennett all the time is distracting as hell.
“So I don’t suppose we’ll be going out on dates anytime soon?” He brushes my hair over my shoulder, tracing the line of my neck with his kisses.
“That would be a very bad idea.” A shiver of pleasure runs through me and I’m wet again.
“No problem — I can dream up lots of fun things to do inside.” He pulls back slightly, shooting me a cocky wink. “I’m actually very creative.”
“Why does that not surprise me?”
There’s a sharp vibration on the desk and I automatically freeze, as if we’re already caught.
“Relax, Sunshine. It’s just your phone.” Bennett points at the buzzing culprit. “You gonna answer it?”
“I’ll let it go to voicemail. Call back later.” I feather my hands over his back, every muscle sharp and defined. He presses against me, his cock already hard again.
Another buzz. Then another.
“Dammit.” I pull away, perturbed. “Just a sec.”
Stalking to the desk, I tap the screen.
Daddy: Where are you?
Daddy: Need to talk logistics for the away game
Daddy: Call me
Shit.
The last person I want to talk to right now is my father. But he’s called twice, left voicemails, and now texted. Max Prince isn’t someone you ignore.
“Who is it? Investor?” Bennett wraps his arms around my waist, pulling my ass back against his hardness.
“Worse. My dad.”
“Oh. You calling him back?” He peers down at the phone like it’s a bomb about to detonate.
Which isn’t too far of a stretch.
“I have to. Be quiet, okay? Seriously.”
“You got it, Sunshine.” He nips at my earlobe as I dial and hit the speaker button.
The tinny rings fill the silent condo. I’m acutely aware of Bennett’s breath on my neck, the heat radiating from his body.
“Tori, where are you?” My father barks rather than answers the call.
“Working, Daddy. What’s going on?”
