While I got closer to her, I’m nowhere close to finding out what her father holds over my father’s head.
And on most days, I don’t even remember that that’s what I’m looking for.
She hasn’t looked at me once since we entered the boardroom. She is teasing me with her legs, crossing and uncrossing.
With her tongue, wetting her lips. Tilting her head to expose the curve of her neck where her makeup barely hides my love bite.
It’s been seven days since the coatroom. It was the worst idea ever. One that we’ve been repeating daily. Sometimes twice.
I got closer to Roxy just fine. I have a drawer ofher underwear to prove it. Instead of getting closer to her family, I’m enjoying an ill-advised secret office affair.
“Liam?” Cal says, and his tone suggests he’s repeating himself.
I turn my head to him, meeting his gaze. I say nothing. He might treat me like I were an intern, but that doesn’t mean I play along.
He raises his eyebrows. I don’t move mine, but I lean back, relaxing in my chair.
“This silent duel is boring.” Corm sighs. “I’ll talk to you later.” He nods to his brother and disconnects the video call. “Liam, get the numbers to Declan by the end of the day. Roxy, I want the minutes and a copy of the presentation in my inbox in an hour.”
He stands up and walks away.
Cal pushes off his chair. “Sometimes I wonder what you are doing here.” Shaking his head, he leaves the room.
The door barely closes, and the dimmed room tightens around us. Roxy stands up, her chair rolling away.
She bends over the large desk slightly as she reaches for the remote to open the blinds.
I grip her wrist. Her pulse jumps, wild and frantic against my fingers.
She turns her head, and our eyes meet. Hers are blown wide, hunger shimmering in them.
I rise and step behind her.
Her round ass presses against me. Heat in fabric. Pure temptation.
I lean over her, my thumb still on her pulse.
We’ve been reckless for a week, but this is a new high. Or a low—I’m not sure yet.
Anyone can walk in at any minute. There is no way to explain this. Fuck, I don’t even understand what drives me to act like this.
“Your heart is hammering,” I whisper into her ear, my body covering her lithe figure.
“Someone might enter,” she whispers, her voice shaky.
“Hmmm… and you like that.” My lips brush the corner of her jaw. “When is the next meeting here?”
I let go of her wrist and run my hand up her arm, slow enough to make her shiver, down her spine toward the globes of her ass.
She shudders but multitasks, flipping through the screen of her tablet.
“Twenty minutes.” The words are just a breath on her lips.
I squeeze her behind and crouch to trail my hand under her skirt. “What can we do in that time?”
“We should leave.” She swallows around the words, but parts her legs for me.
“Is that what you want?” I inch higher up her inner thigh.
