I hesitated, caught between his unwavering confidence and my own fear. “You should care. If people think you’re playing favorites or—”
“Elise.” His tone was sharp, commanding enough to make my argument falter. “I know how hard you work for the company. We’ll keep things discreet. I’ll even play the ruthless CEO if that makes you feel better. But don’t mistake discretion for distance.” His eyes locked on mine, unrelenting. “You’ll still be mine. Every day, in every way that matters. Even if I have tospend every meeting pretending I don’t want to drag you into my office and remind you exactly who you belong to.”
I swallowed hard, heat pooling between my thighs at the mental image his words conjured. “Nathan, you can’t just—”
“I can. And I will.” His voice softened, but his intensity didn’t waver. “But I’ll respect your boundaries in the office, Cupcake. I’ll let you call the shots there, as long as you remember that what happens between us doesn’t stop when we walk through those doors. Understood?”
I nodded slowly, my heart racing. “Understood.”
“Good.” He leaned in, brushing his lips over mine in a slow, deliberate kiss that made it hard to think about anything else. “Now, are we done worrying about the office, or do I need to find another way to clear your mind?”
The warning in his tone sent a delicious shiver down my spine, and I couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at my lips. “Clear my mind, how?”
Nathan smiled deviously in response before he kissed me again, this time slower, as if sealing the promise he had made.
I could worry about the office later. Right now? I was too busy being completely and utterly ruined for anyone but him.
* * *
“IS THERE Areason why you’re glaring at me, cupcake?” Nathan asked, attempting and failing to suppress his amusement.
“You don’t play fair.” I continued to glare at him as I pulled my dress down into place.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Nathan flashed me a wicked grin as he stood up from his desk and made his way over to me. He finished dressing before me, so other than his hair being slightly messy, there was no evidence that we just had sex on his desk.
I’m not entirely sure what happened. We’d only been back in LA a few hours after landing from Louisiana and Nathan wanted to go straight into work.
One minute I was coming in to ask him what he wanted to eat for lunch since he barely ate on the plane and then the next thing I knew, I was on top of his desk with my dress bunched up around my hips, thighs spread apart and Nathan on his knees before me.
I was so delirious with need that I didn’t care that I was drenching important documents and contracts. The only thing that mattered was being delivered of the insufferable ache that accumulated between my thighs.
“Sure you don’t.” I dropped my hands to the side as Nathan came to stand in front of me and slide the straps of my dress into place. The air still hummed with an electric charge and I’m afraid all Nathan had to do was kiss me and I’d be ready to go again. “You’re good at a lot of things, Mr. Edge, but lying isn’t one of them.”
I had meant to be teasing, but there was suddenly something like regret and remorse that glittered in Nathan’s eyes but before I could be sure, it was gone, replaced with its usual mischief.
“I will order you some food if you’re still hungry.” Nathan said.
“Can’t. My lunch break is over.” I kiss his cheek then head for the door, but I feel a hand on my arm before I can make it out the room. I look back at Nathan who is staring at me expectantly.
“Try again.”
It took me a minute before I realized what he meant. I rolled my eyes but I can't help the smile I felt growing as I leaned up for a kiss. Nathan wasted no time deepening the kiss, his hand gripping the back of my head as his mouth explored mine. I allowed myself to melt into the kiss for a few more seconds before I pulled away and let myself out. I glanced around,thinking somehow people would know what we were just doing, but thankfully the hustle and bustle of the office still continued.
I walked over to my desk, trying to focus on the task at hand. I rummaged through my purse, hunting for the chocolate chip granola bar I had tossed in earlier this morning.
My phone pinged with a text before I could unwrap it and take the first bite.
Nathan:
You really think a granola bar is going to cut it?
I smirked as I unwrapped the granola bar, taking a small bite before typing out my response.
Elise:
It’s going to have to since SOMEBODY monopolized my time...
The familiar sight of text bubbles appeared before Nathan’s response came through.
