I’ve never felt more seen in my life.
The words are stuck in the back of my throat, so instead I show him how much he means to me and smash my lips to his.
“And you know there’s a perk of your new space, too.”
“What’s that?” I mumble around him as he walks us backward until I hit the wall. He picks me up, and naturally wraps my legs around him.
“Now we can live out all my new fantasies of fucking you when you’re hard at work.”
My chest jumps from laughter. “Is all you do is think about sex?”
“Yes.” He bites my earlobe, and my eyes close at the sensation. “Now it won’t be the thrill of someone in the office finding us, it will be someone walking down the street peering in, finding you on your knees with my cock down your throat.”
He grinds himself into me, and I roll my hips, matching his speed. He grips my ass hard. “You were so wet the other daywhen I finger fucked you in the copy room. Leaning over the counter, rushing to orgasm so no one would walk in and see you gush all over me.”
“God, Nate.” He reaches between us to unzip my pants, and there’s a vibration suddenly between us.
“If only everyone knew what a dirty, dirty girl you are.”
“What’s that?”
“Huh?”
“Unless your penis has become my own personal vibrator, I think your phone is going off.”
His shoulders drop. “Fuck, my dick is hard right now.”
With sheer strength, he holds me up with one hand, reaches into his pocket with the other, and pulls out his phone, which shows an 802 area code.
We both still, knowing that’s a Vermont area code.
He lowers me to the ground, and I push his phone to him. “What are you doing? Pick up. Pick up.”
He snaps out of it and answers, putting it on speaker. “Nathaniel Davenport.”
“Hello, Mr. Davenport, this is Anne York from Healing Horizons.”
“Hi Anne, it’s good to hear from you.
“Thank you so much for your quick turnaround. I have to tell you, most people take weeks to locate their birth certificates.”
Nate filled out the preliminary questionnaire two nights ago, and this morning we received an email with another link to upload all of our personal information.
Of course, I had already planned for this, researching the information they might need from us, and I had it all uploaded and ready in minutes.
“Madeline and I are very organized. I’m glad we were able to get you all the information you needed.”
“Indeed. This phone call isn’t just to praise your quick attention but rather to invite you and Madeline to our main headquarters on Thursday.”
“This Thursday?” he confirms.
“Yes. We only have visits once a week, and—” She hesitates. “We had a cancellation.”
My hands fly to my face, and I jump on the spot, trying to stay as silent as possible.
Oh. My. God.
For the first time in my life, I don’t care if we’re using the Davenport name in our favor, because that’s exactly what we’re doing.
