Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35660 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 178(@200wpm)___ 143(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35660 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 178(@200wpm)___ 143(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
“Sounds good. Call me if there’s anything important.” I don’t bother to say anything else. Wyatt knows I’m home for the day, though not the reason why. Nobody needs to know what I do in my personal life, and the way Fawn acts like a skittish deer any time my hand is on her in the office, I’ll definitely be having a discussion with her today. It’s time to resolve the issue. I’ve spent too many years alone since my divorce to hide my Doe away from the world.
“Talk later.” I’m hanging up with Wyatt when Fawn walks in. Gone are the dark circles beneath her eyes. She looks refreshed, if not for the rumpled clothes. I watch as she takes in my home office—built-in cabinets on three walls, floor to ceiling; the only wall that is bare of any shelves is the one that holds a window. Brickwork is carried throughout the house, staying true to its character. I see the twinkle in her eyes as she catalogues each book, a little bit of everything. My mother’s doing, of course, saying that a well-read individual learns more. I tease her relentlessly when she prefers to read romance, the ones with muscular men or a couple on the cover. Bodice rippers she and my grandmother called them.
“Come here, Fawn.” I push away from my desk chair, computer in sleep mode, phone face down, protecting her from any potential blowback Governor Wescott could sling her way.
“And if I don’t want to?” She’ll concede. I raise an eyebrow, asking her to challenge me. I’m not above walking toward her, picking her up, and bringing her back where I’ve wanted her the entire time.
“That’s not an option, Doe.” I wait another moment, waiting to see what she’ll do, watching as she takes a deep breath before blowing it out, weighing her options. I’m a cocky motherfucker, knowing she wouldn’t make me wait much longer. She puts one bare foot in front of the other. The clothes she put on this morning would look much better on the floor. Thoughts of her naked and writhing on my cock hit the forefront of my mind. I sit back in my chair, readjusting my dick, giving it more room to breathe. Of all the thoughts of Fawn I’ve had, her in my office is the one I replay the most. This one will do, for now. One day, I’ll have her on my desk at Sterling & Associates, in the middle of a phone conference, naked and on full display for my viewing pleasure, sliding one finger inside, teasing her while she maintains her composure, not so much as a whimper leaving her throat as her tight heat surrounds me.
She stops off to the side. My hands reach out and grab her hips. A small squeak escapes her as I do what I’ve wanted since she stepped foot in my office. It’s not until she’s in my lap, knees on either side of my hips, her pelvis pressed against my hard-on, that I feel a semblance of relief. I fucking hate that the bandages around her wrist are a result from me. The fact she was more than likely hurting through the night and not sleeping is like a knife wound to the gut, an enemy slowly turning it, only to pull the blade out, causing more pain, pain I deserve for putting her in harm’s way.
“Is it entirely necessary for you to pick me up every time you deem fit?” There’s sarcasm in her voice. I also notice she’s the one who wrapped her arms around my shoulders, hands tangling with the ends of my hair.
“It is when you argue with me.” Her head drops back, throat on full display as laughter bubbles out in wild abandonment. My eyes never leave the woman in front of me, her now braided hair, face devoid of makeup, in clothing I’m sure she’d much rather I didn’t see her in after sleeping most of the day away.
“Who’s the lawyer in the room? You’re the one always arguing. I’m the one trying to make you see other options beside your own.” I wrap one hand around her waist, bringing her closer, my other fisting the braid on the side of her shoulder. Our mouths are a hairsbreadth away.
“I am. My option when it comes to the two of us is the only one worth seeing.” My mouth seals to Fawn’s. I nip at her lower lip, needing her sweet-as-fuck taste, feeling her body soften against mine. I sink further into our kiss. Damn, I’m sinking faster than a shipwreck at sea. Fawn’s hips gently rock against my length, stirring a whole different response. One that has me deepening the kiss, fingers gripping her slim body and moving right along with her.