Page 43 of Indebted

Justin sat behind his desk like any other day I’d had to come to his office.

He’d removed his lab coat, the sleeves of the dark blue button up pushed to his elbows.

I closed the door behind me, the sound unerringly loud to my ears.

Justin leaned back in his chair and took me in. I wasn’t wearing anything special, it was the same slacks—because I only had one pair, a simple green work blouse and the same kitten heels. For the first time, I questioned my appeal.

I shoved the thought aside and lifted my chin. I made my own way and didn’t care what anyone thought. I’d never had a man dictate my feelings and I wasn’t going to start now.

“You wanted to see me.”

I’d had plenty of time to race through numerous possible outcomes of this meeting. There was no way I would sound like an over eager puppy. If Justin wanted me, he would have to come and get me.

That smirk of his was back, and damn if I didn’t want to feel those lips on me right this second.

“I certainly did, please,” he extended his arm, inviting me closer as he got up from his chair.

He stood a head taller than me, his overwhelming presence saturating the room. I slipped by him, making sure to brush against his body.

His jaw clenched and it was my turn to smirk.

When I took the chair behind his computer, his warm hands fell to my shoulders, hot air teasing my ear. “Will this take long?”

His hands were already skimming down my arms.

I was going to lose this battle. Hard.

“If you keep distracting me, it will,” I applauded myself for keeping my voice level.

A thoughtful noise met my ears, his hands toying with the hem of my shirt, easing it up so his hands could tickle the bare skin of my abdomen. “Am I distracting?”

Wiseass. I would not reward him with an answer.

I plugged my USB in and booted up the program installation.

“Do you know what is distracting?” he continued, not caring that I’d ignored him, his questing fingers gliding higher up my torso. “The memories of you coming around my fingers.” He brushed the underside of my breasts.

I jerked as if struck by lightning.

“I couldn’t get the scent of you out of my head,” he slipped beneath my bra, brushing over my sensitive nipples.

I could hardly focus on the installation wizard in front of me. My core started to beat in time with my heart, my breasts growing heavy.

As if sensing my need, he rolled my nipples between his thumb and forefinger, tugging in an erotic rhythm that had me biting the inside of my cheek.

“Ever since I saw you at that gala, Katie. Tell me you felt it too.”

His teeth nipped my ear lobe in time with the squeezing of my breasts and I couldn’t help the moan that came from my throat.

I didn’t want to admit to it. For so many years I’d harbored a grudge against him, but here in his office, a temporary safe space between us, I let the words slip free.

“I felt it too.”

At that moment something seemed to snap inside of him. His body disappeared from around me, the chair spinning, nearly sending me flying. Justin caught the arm rests, stopped me so that we faced each other.

We were both breathing heavily.

If he didn’t touch me soon, I would combust. A man had never looked at me the way Justin did, like he couldn’t get enough, like he’d starve without the sight of me. It was intoxicating.