Except for this event tonight.I can’t believe I agreed to accompany him to this black-tie charity function.The fact is, I needed every dollar and didn’t want the four, nearly five, days deducted from my income.
Especially after seeing another missed call from my bank manager this morning.
Chloe refreshes the pot of coffee and slides a plate of cookies into the middle of the table.“Do you need anything else?”
I watch her smile at Drew, and it’s clear she finds him attractive.
Christ.
Does every woman lust after this man?
With the top two buttons on his cornflower blue shirt undone and sleeves rolled up, he looks disheveled and sexy.
I bet he knows how to pleasure a woman.
I bite my bottom lip as his eyes dart to mine, like he can hear my thoughts.
“Gemma?”
“No, I’m fine, thank you.”
“I have a meeting,” Robin says, and the other two men gather their things and leave while Drew stands and walks to his desk.
Instead of leaving, I watch the movement of his back muscles under his shirt and imagine the strength of his thighs as he walks.I can only imagine how beautiful he is naked.
This is completely inappropriate, but I’m not one of those women who finds many men attractive.Sure, I might agree a certain man is handsome if pointed out, but I don’t really notice them.
I’ve only slept with two men in my life.A boy I dated in high school who I lost my virginity to, and then Anthony, who became my husband.
A sexy celebrity might catch my attention, but I never feel like this.I never study a man’s physique like he’s a piece of fruit in a grocery store.One I’m eager to sink my teeth into.
Gemma!
An image of Drew naked, stroking this thick, long cock in front of me slams inside my mind.The image is vibrant as it leaks pre-cum, his strong hand moving up and down—
A throat clears.
My eyes snap up from hispenis.
Oh, good god—I was staring at his crotch!
“Shall we finish up?”Drew smirks while I die.
“Yes.”I stand, dropping my phone to the ground.
Shit.
We both reach down simultaneously, bumping heads.I knock his laptop with my elbow and curse.
Jesus Christ.
As we rise, our faces are inches apart, mine undoubtedly bright red as I pant anxiously.
Oh god.
His mouth.
His lips.
