His thumb drags gently along my jaw before he tips my chin up and kisses me—slow. Sure.
Like he knows he has a lifetime to kiss me this way.
Chapter Forty-Eight
MATT
I lean backin my chair, hands lacing together behind my head. “Shit,” I mutter, staring at the email from one of my VPs.
Someone fucked up. Someone has to be fired. And I hate being the person who has to make it happen.
I type back a quick response, stating the obvious. I know he already expects me to say it. It doesn’t make it any easier.
My phone dings and a picture of Jordan pops up on my computer screen.
Christ.
She’s in one of my shirts, a white button-up and a black pair of underwear. She only has one button done, and it’s barely covering her tits. My dick jerks in response.
Her text comes through beneath it.
Jordan
Just a reminder that you have a wife at home who is waiting for you to be done with work.
I glance at the time.
Fuck. It’s almost nine.
I scrub a hand over my face and type back, keeping her picture up on my screen.
Trust me. I haven’t forgotten. Christ, babe. You look so fucking hot.
Jordan
How else am I going to get you home? Going to bed at ten. If you wanna fuck, you have forty minutes to get home. Don’t make me send you an even naughtier picture. You know how I feel about that being out in the universe.
I chuckle.
I still have quite a bit of work left. Better send me another pic. Wouldn’t be upset if you were naked…
I stare at the picture she sent.Jesus.I adjust myself and close my laptop, already standing.
Fuck it.Nothing is worth passing up that offer.
I’m on my way.
Jordan
Good boy.
By the way, Yiayiá wants me to bring a dessert. Can you please pretty please stop at that bakery around the corner from your office to pick up a pie? It closes soon.
I already ordered it.
I shake my head, laughing to myself as I head for the elevator.
Are you fucking serious? All that was just a ploy to get me to the bakery before it closes?
