CHAPTER TEN
DREW
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Ishould cancel.TellGemma she doesn’t need to attend the charity event.
I was an idiot to even invite her.
Even more of an idiot to think I could spend the evening with her and keep my hands to myself.Gemma looks at me like she isn’t sure whether she should run like the wind at my visible carnal urges or tear her clothes off.
It’d be fun if she did both...but given that’s a new fantasy just unlocked, I will explore it another day.
Today I nearly kissed her.
At fucking work.
There was nothing romantic about it.Her red lips were inches apart, and my eyes were glued to them while my brain screamed,don’t you fucking dare.
I probably would have had more resilience but after spending all afternoon watching her run her fingers through her silky hair, imagining what the swell of her breasts looks like unwrapped—as if she’s my Christmas gift—and if she swallows, I was feeling a little raw.
Then I found her gazing at my cock.
Not looking at...but gazing upon...hungrily.
I am the first to admit I have a huge ego, but that woman washungrilystaring at my fucking cock.
There should be a medal for men like me who show restraint.
What I shouldn’t be doing is driving toward her apartment building while my mind drifts back to her drinking coffee in my office.How she has a habit of sliding her tongue over the edge of the mug and lapping at her lips like she’s sucking a lollipop.
Who am I kidding?
Like she’s sucking cock.
My cock.
I groan.
“Everything okay, sir?”Jeeves asks, glancing in the rear mirror.
No.
“Yep.”I run my hand over my freshly shaven jaw as the mind movie continues.
Gemma undoes her jacket, revealing a sleeveless vest which nicely showcases her slim arms.A peek of cleavage is visible.
Professional.
Sexy.
Highly fuckable.
Near the end of the meeting, Gemma had tugged up her skirt, stretched out a leg and wiggled her ankle, eager to get rid of her shoes.
