“Can I come inside you, baby?”
The question nearly makes me come again, but my body only grips him tighter as his thrusts grow stilted from how tightly I'm still suctioned to him. “Yes, please,” I mewl, wanting,needingto feel him inside me.
He grunts and continues pounding into me, the friction sending aftershocks coursing throughout my body like I’m a high voltage wire powering this whole damn wheel. Seconds later, he grunts out his release, jerking into me as I feel warmth fill me, the lubrication adding an additional slip that allows him to move leisurely as we come down from our high.
He places a soft trail of kisses along my shoulder, slowly working in and out of me as he spreads his release. making a mess of me.
“Fuck, that’s pretty.” When I look back at him, he’s staring at where we’re joined.
“Pervert,” I laugh.
“Absolutely depraved when it comes to you, love.” Slowly, agonizingly, he pulls out of me and helps me get my clothes settled before fixing himself.
“I’m sure that’s what the tourist board had in mind when creating this ride.” The laugh that bursts out of him is so loud, and his smile is so wide, the dimples I love are on full display. I smile up at him, not quite believing we just did that, and we spend the rest of the ride holding on to one another. There’s no music playing, just the distant sounds of street traffic, but he leads us in a gentle sway, almost as if we’re dancing. When the ride is over, and we’ve reached the bottom and exit the carriage, he slings his jacket back around my shoulders, grabs my hand, and leads me home.
The Monday following the gala,I step into my office and immediately come to a halt. “Why do you keep showing up to my office uninvited?”
Lawrence Chapman is sitting with his feet crossed at the ankle, propped on top of my desk like he owns the place, not me.
“Can a bloke not come by to say hello to his colleague?” There’s an arrogance to his voice that makes my gut churn, and I have the distinct feeling this is not going to be a pleasant encounter.
“They can, but you don’t. So again, I’ll ask: what are you doing in my office uninvited for a second time?” I don’t make a move to sit in the chair opposite, instead sitting on the couch at the front of the room.
I place my bag and coffee down on the marble table and cross my legs, infusing my entire body with a nonchalance I certainly don’t feel.
He knows something; he must if he’s here right now, looking so at ease and smug as fuck.
“I told you one day, that cocky, better than everyone else attitude would come back to bite you in your nice arse.” He leers at me from head to toe, and a thousand ants skitter over my skin in response. “I told you you’d slip up, and I’d be there to watch you fall.”
Okay, this might not be as bad as I think it is. He could be bluffing in an effort to get me to admit to something that could incriminate me.
“I’m curious, Lawrence. What is it that you think I’ve done?”
He slowly untangles his legs and stands from my desk, sauntering his way over toward the bookshelves lining the left wall.
“It took longer than I thought it would. You’re smart, I'll give you that. I underestimated you at first, but then you started to get careless.” He runs his hand along the shelf, as if searching for dust—like that would be some kind of proof to my inadequacy—but it comes away spotless. “But my patience paid off. You did so much grunt work getting this place sorted, and now, I’ll reap the benefits of your hard work.”
“Mypatience is wearing thin, Lawrence. Get to the point.”
“You’re going to sign your shares over to me.”
I pinch my brows between my thumb and forefinger, feeling the edges of a headache starting to creep in. “Why the hell would I do that?”
He claps his hands so loudly, I jump a little in my seat. “I’m so glad you asked.” He starts walking around the room, a jumpiness to his step that’s putting me on edge. His eyes border on manic as he reaches for the shelf two paces in front of him, pulling out a tiny device tucked behind a small planter. “See this?” He holds up the device. “This is a microphone, state of the art technology. It picks up sound bites, isolating all background noise, and then uploads the file directly to the computer it’s linked to.”
My heart starts to beat erratically out of my chest. This is so much worse than I thought.
“It’s funny, because for a while, I thought I wouldn’t find anything. It was just day after day of you droning on in constant meetings for hours on end. I started to wonder if you ever did anything else. I hadalmostgiven up, but then,the blissful day arrived.” He’s pacing in a tight circle, hands gesticulating wildly like a madman. “See, I was listening to the latest sound byte, thinking all hope was lost, when the unmistakable sound of illicit activity came through the line. You’re a naughty girl, from the sound of it.”
The yogurt parfait I had for breakfast threatens to come back up.
He turns slightly, reaching behind him and grabbing something wedged between two decorative objects on the shelves, small enough that I wouldn’t be likely to notice.
“So I pulled up the video feed.” Yup, the granola is going to surface. “Imagine my delight when I saw you on your knees for none other than the team’s captain.Youremployee.” He tsks. “Very naughty indeed. Though it certainly looked like a good time for Stone. I knew your mouth was a nasty, foul thing.”
My stomach twists violently. “Why would you do this?”
“You took what was owed to me, and I needed proof if I had any shot in getting you out. Lucky for me, I had a credible source who alerted me to your…inappropriate relationship. But their word wasn’t enough. This, though,” he holds up the small surveillance camera, “this is more than enough.”
