“I’m sorry, but it needs to be tonight,” I tell her. “I don’t have much time to run this assessmentandimplement changes. I was told I needed to get in and out.”
In and out.
Fuck! Why does my brain head straight to the gutter?
“In and out,” she repeats, and my balls tighten. “That sounds good.”
They tighten up some more.
Why me? Why?
“Fine.” She says it through a tight smile that isn’t a smile at all. “Come home with me then.”
“I will.”
She stares at me for another second, then turns back to the drawer. She pulls out a soft leather bag and starts putting her things into it.
“I need to change,” she says without looking at me. “I’ll be two minutes. This time, please don’t barge in on me because I will be forced to go with my stalker theory.”
I feel the corner of my mouth tug.
“Don’t worry. I won’t. For the record, this morning was an accident.”
“If you say so, Commander.”
She disappears through the side door before I can come up with a response.
I’m halfway to another hard-on. This isn’t like me at all. I guess it’s because I know how good she feels and the noises she makes when she’s about to come. I enjoyed being inside her snug-as-fuck pussy. I haven’t been with anyone since. I haven’t had the time or the inclination. Perhaps it was wrong to deny myself. Right now, I wish I hadn’t.
I collect my laptop, unplug the cord, and wind it up. I close the two folders on the corner table and stack them.
I bend down and pretend to look for something in my bag so I can adjust myself without having to watch my own reflection in the window.
I take a few deep breaths, willing my cock to stop its shit.
She’s in the same jeans and blouse she wore when she came in this morning. Her hair has been re-done; it’s smoother now, higher on her head. She’s also put on a little makeup. Not much. A bit of something on her lips and some more mascara.
I straighten.
“Are you planning on following me in convoy?” she asks, slinging her bag across her chest. “Or will you see me at my house?”
“I’ll follow you.”
She looks me head-on. “In true stalker style.”
I huff out a short breath. “Stop your shit.” I have to bite back a smile.
She grins. It’s the first real smile I’ve seen from her all day, and it lands somewhere low and hot, straight down to my cock.
For one second, one stupid second, I reconsider the whole thing. I could call Reed. I could say the angle isn’t going to work, that there’s a conflict of interest, that someone else should take this on.
I don’t.
I have a job to do. I’m going to do it.
“I need to stop at the store on the way,” she says. “Is that going to slow down your stalking schedule?”
“I’ll manage.”
“Excellent. Let’s get this over with.”
She walks past me and out the door, and I follow.
