His hand comes to my belly, his fingers splaying out on my skin. I gasp and lift my hips, inviting…begging him to touch me where I need it most.
He gives me a wicked smile and then slides his hand down my skin, lower and lower until he’s almost?—
The jangle of my phone jolts me awake.
I sit up, my eyes flying open, my body still aching with a desire so strong, I can hardly catch my breath.
I look over at my phone, Erika’s name on the screen.
Groaning, I lay back down, slapping a pillow over my head. I’m excited to hear about her date, I really am.
But also…
My night last night was anything other than fun, and after a night spent tossing and turning, I’m going to be running on coffee and adrenaline most of the day.
At least it’s Saturday.
The phone stops ringing and then instantly starts again.
Reaching my hand over, I grab the phone and with barely one eye open, as I slide the answer bar over to pick up the call, I bring the device under the pillow and to my ear. “Your date was that good?” I mumble with my face pressed into the mattress.
“Pouring over proposal documents hardly feels like a date,” Rush’s deep rumble has me sitting up again.
“Mr. Smith…I mean…Rush…I…” I don’t even know. “I thought you were someone else.”
“Clearly.”
I swallow, trying to find my composure. This is the man I was just dreaming about. The carnal thoughts feel so fresh, my body throbs again, remembering them. “Can I help you with something?” My voice comes out husky and wanton. I jump from the bed, spinning to look in the mirror.
He can’t see me, but somehow, I’m mortified by the way I look.
My cheeks are flushed, my hair all kinds of tousled, my eyes wide.
“Can you help me with something?” he repeats, his voice dropping too.
The ache between my legs throbs. I know he’s not asking me for that kind of help. Whatever was happening between us last night happened before he found out about Emma.
I pull the phone from my mouth, drawing in a deep breath to try and steady myself.
“As a matter of fact, you can.” His voice moves over my skin, making me shiver. “Go through the report you sent me last night and see if you can find any specific discrepancies.”
And then he hangs up.
I’m standing in the middle of my bedroom in a tiny tank top and underwear, looking like I was having sexy dreams, or just sex, my phone clutched in my hand.
I blow a breath of air up, fluttering my hair. Luckily Emma is exhausted after her first week of school, and she’ll be content to have a quiet day.
But this job is going to be anything but nine-to-five, for a whole host of reasons.
Running a hand over my face, I head into the bathroom, at least running a brush through my hair, and brushing my teeth before I go out to the kitchen to make coffee.
The first few sips infuse me with some life as Emma comes out of her room in her pajamas, rubbing her eyes.
I pour her a cup of milk and place a straw in it, as I drink more of my coffee, cutting up some berries for her to have with her yogurt.
That’s when someone bangs on my door.
It’s not as shocking this time, but I look down at myself.
