Page 6 of All Tied Down

Or reacted.

“Des, I need you to erase the last three minutes from your memory.”

“Already done.”

“Good. Now please make sure Quinn gets a refresher course on who is allowed into my office on any given day.” Standing, she looks at me and then back to the man privy to the inner sanctum of her life here. “Until I can get the details hammered out, you did not see Garrett here today and you do not know that we’re married. Are we clear?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Thank you. Now go treat yourself to something nice. I have a feeling you’re about to earn it.”

2

EMERSON

Isnuck Garrett out of my office using the private elevator that’s disguised as a closet and goes directly to the floor that houses my apartment. Isla’s old one has been redone across the hall, the two living quarters taking up the entirety of this level.

Garrett’s boots are barely audible as he follows me, completely unaware of the way his presence has rattled me, shattering the peace and confidence I have when I’m in my office.

Entering the code, I push open the apartment door and hold it for Garrett as he steps inside behind me.

“You’re mad,” he remarks, his chest barely brushing against my back, the proximity making me want to crawl out of my skin.

“Yup.”

“I know something that will make us both feel better…”

“Garrett.” His name is a growl because I do not have time for the fuckery that followed him the second he waltzed into my office. “I have to make phone calls and pack and⁠—”

“It can wait.”

“Can it? Because you⁠—”

“It can wait for me to get on my knees for you, for you to use me for your pleasure.” His tone is a sensual scrape that has a shiver running down my spine. “Whatever you need to get off, Miss Andrews, I will gladly give you.”

“You can’t just bribe me with sex every time you want to get your way,” I hiss, spinning on him and grabbing his dick through his jeans. He grunts and grits his teeth, the desire in his eyes unmistakable.

“Why not? Seems to be working so far.”

“You really get off on this, don’t you?” I taunt, loving the way his cock jumps as I squeeze. “Show me.”

“Fuck, yes,” he breathes, his fingers threading through my hair as his mouth crashes over mine. There’s a million reasons why we shouldn’t be doing this, but I can’t remember a single one as he strokes his tongue against mine, swearing as he pulls away and drops to the floor.

It’s a heady sight, this stunningly delicious man at my feet, reaching up under my skirt—both of us anticipating what’s about to happen when he drags my panties down my legs. There’s a level of trust with Garrett that I can’t think too hard about.

He gets off on pleasing me, and I’m wet just thinking about how much I like bossing him around. Commanding him.

I get to be myself with him—act on my desires and let myself be completely involved in the moment. It feels too good to be true.

Ring, ring, ring.

“Ignore it,” he murmurs, pushing my hem up as he presses hot, open-mouth kisses to my inner thigh.

Ring, ring, ring.

“Son of a bitch,” I huff, swiping my phone from the counter and stepping back from Garrett as I yank down my skirt. “Dad.”

“Why did I just get a memo from the security office that a crowd has formed outside the building because Garrett North is here?”