Prologue
JACE
Two Weeks Earlier
“Hi, sorry to bother you.” The soft voice almost causes me to leave the computer screen in front of me. I bite the inside of my cheek, engrossed in the reports I need to have finished within the next couple of hours.
My eyes are tired, and my brain is fried. I didn’t sign up to deal with this shit. But this is due today, and if I don’t finish it, production will get behind, and it’ll be my ass on the line.
“One second.” I look up for a moment, noticing her more than I care to admit.
Soft fucking curves.
And that doesn’t do her a bit of fucking justice. She has narrow shoulders and a defined waist, which creates a gentle hourglass shape. My hands ball into fists, and I have to force myself to stop thinking about all the ways they’d look wrapped around her. The beauty takes a hesitant step toward my desk. Her waist and hips highlight the feminine outline of her body, while she exudes a sense of ease and confidence along with gracefulness.
Her hair falls in soft waves around her shoulders, the honey and pale gold strands catching the light from the rays of sun shining through the window behind my desk. They look silky—too damn tempting. The urges I have to fight are unlike any I’ve ever felt before.
That isn’t what has me all fucked up, though. It’s her eyes.
Hazel.
Not just brown, not just green, but a slow burning mix of both with little specks of gold hidden within. My gaze drops lower. Her light blue shirt has a few buttons undone, giving me a slight glimpse of what she’s hiding beneath the loose material. The swells of her breasts, the lace of her bra… Damn if it doesn’t make me wonder what they’d look like cupped by my hands. I bite the inside of my cheek as I continue scanning the rest of her: a pair of high-waisted beige wide-legged pants encasing what I’m sure are legs that go on for days.
“Sorry about that.”
“Can you by chance help me?” The help she’s asking for isn’t the same I’m thinking about. Nope, that would be me helping her come multiple times in multiple ways. I’d take the bombshell on every available surface. Starting with the desk, I’d plant her ass right here in front of me, spread her legs, and start with her lips for my first taste. It wouldn’t be my last. I’d work my way down her lithe body, slowly undressing her until she’s completely unwrapped for my viewing pleasure. I wouldn’t stop there, either. Once I got her naked, I’d take my seat, throw her legs over my shoulders, and eat her until she was falling apart.
All of my senses would come alive.
Seeing.
Hearing.
Smelling.
Tasting.
Touching.
“Yeah.” My tone comes out gruffer than I intended it to, lost in a fog where the outside world doesn’t fucking exist. After eating, living, and breathing this place for the past couple ofweeks, it’s a breath of fresh air. “What can I do for you?” I clear my throat, unclench my jaw, and relax my fists, shaking them at my sides.
The beauty standing before me watches the entire time. Color coats the apples of her cheeks. I watch as they hollow as she sucks in a breath. My fucking thoughts go haywire with a vision of her on her knees, shirt ripped open, tits moving up and down, barely contained, all while she sucks my cock. I’d keep her hands still, holding them against my stomach, making her stay still while I fuck her throat.
“Oh, um… Yeah, I seemed to have gotten turned around. Can you point me in the direction of the employee lounge?” I quirk my lip up, wondering if she’s a new hire. I may be doing more than my fair share of work, that doesn’t mean I know the inner workings going on within Industrial Steel.
“Sure thing.” I walk around my desk, hold my hand out, and introduce myself, “Jace McKay.”
“Willow Ashford. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Her skin is soft, a hell of a lot smoother than my banged-up, calloused, work-roughened hands. The thought of feeling more of her causes my dick to twitch.
“The pleasure’s all mine. You’re not too far away from where you were headed.” I guide her out of my area, down the hall, and through the maze of small offices we have spread throughout.
“I don’t know how I got so turned around. I’m usually not this directionally challenged.” My hand slides to her lower back, thankful as hell that I hadn’t made it down yet to where all the machine work is starting. There’d be no way I could shake her hand, let alone touch her pristine clothing.
“It happens to the best of us.” Willow lets out soft laugh, hair swooshing around her shoulders when she does, and I’m all too aware of how fast we’ve landed at the entrance to where she needs to be.
“Jace, I see you’ve met Willow.” Andy notices us first. A few others are in the break room, Toren being one of them. He’s a metal fabricator who’s been here nearly as long as me. He’s sitting back in his chair, a soda in one hand and an apple in the other. It’s the lifting of his eyebrows and the look ofwhat the fuck is happening herethat have me on high alert.
“That, I did.” I make small talk, more than ready to leave this group gathering. There’s another man in a suit and tie, and I notice Willow is moving away from me and sidling up to him. Fucking figures the pretty woman is with a man more than twice her age. Should have known it was too good to be true.
