She presses her forehead to the desk, breaths coming in shallow gasps, every muscle trembling like she’s trying not to shatter.
“Liam,” she grunts.
I let the tension build until she’s shaking, until the room feels charged, until even I’m holding my breath.
When I finally let her tip over that edge, it hits her all at once.
She comes undone with a broken sound, knees threatening to give, my name caught somewhere between a gasp and a curse.
I keep her there, steadying her through it, letting her ride it out against the desk, against me, against everything she’s been holding back.
When the tremors finally ease, I straighten, ignoring the situation behind my zipper. I bring my fingers to her lips.
“You made quite a mess, my beautiful,dirty girl.”
Her tongue darts out, and she wraps her gorgeous lips around my digits, sucking on her arousal. Fuck. She’s perfect.
And mine.
The thought—a fucking fantasy—barrels through me like a wrecking ball. What the hell is wrong with me?
She is not mine.
She could never be mine.
To find my equilibrium, I jerk my hand away and pull back like she’s just burned me.
Roxy stands up and falls into the chair, her eyes hooded, a languid smile ghosting her face. Her just-fucked face is arresting.
I want to hoist her into my arms and kiss her. Instead, I reach past her for the blinds’ remote.
“I believe you were reaching for this.”
“Asshole,” she snorts as I step out of the boardroom, leaving her behind.
Along with my sanity.
Chapter 17
Roxy
Madness.
Madness.
Madness.
My days are filled with madness. Lust-induced, sex-filled, wrecked-by-orgasms madness.
I get out of the elevator and enjoy the silence of the office. I’ve always loved the quiet before the storm.
Empty cubicles. Yawning offices. A pause in a pulsating organism of business that makes money. A lot of it.
But Merged has always been more for me. This office also provides healthcare for Olivia-from-the-HR’s mother. It’s a learning experience for every new intern. It’s teamwork and drinks after work for many lonely people.
It’s a community. A family. Slightlydysfunctional, bonded by profits and business, but still more of a home than my family ever gave me.
This moment before everyone arrives, when the air lingers between the night’s silence and the morning eruption of activity… this is like a meditation for me.
