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After that’s taken care of, I crawl in bed behind Harlow and pull the blankets over us. Wrapping my arms around her, I pull her closer and curl around her body, wanting to cover as much of her body with mine as possible.
She snuggles deeper into my embrace and relaxes completely, letting go of everything. All the worries and complications of the world fade away until there’s just us.
CHAPTEREIGHT
HARLOW
Icover up a yawn as I walk to the elevator bank first thing Monday morning. After spending all weekend wrapped up in Bishop’s arms, the dream finally came to an end last night when I had to go home. Bishop didn’t want me to, but I reminded him I had been wearing his clothes the last few days and needed to get an appropriate work outfit. He grumbled about it but finally agreed to let me go.
He’s utterly adorable when he pouts and even more irresistible when he shows me his wicked smirk and kisses the air from my lungs.
Stepping inside the elevator, I try to get my lustful thoughts under control. I’m not sure how today is going to go. Bishop and I never talked about how the office dynamic would be. Obviously, I’m not going to throw myself at him in public, but is our relationship against the rules? Are we hiding it from everyone?
A knot forms in my stomach at the thought of being Bishop’s dirty little secret, but I also don’t want to be clingy and desperate. Isn’t that the cliche virgin thing to do? I’m already over fifteen years younger than him, so I don’t want to draw more attention to our age gap by acting immature.
I swallow thickly as the doors open onto the top floor. Making my way over to my desk, I take a deep breath and try to focus on my to-do list for the day. Not even a minute after I sit down, my desk phone rings.
“Hello, Castillo Real Estate and Investments; this is Harlow; how may I help you?”
“My office. Now,” Bishop growls before hanging up.
Crap. He’s mad. Maybe he used our night apart to think of every reason we shouldn’t be together. I knew this was a possibility, but my heart sinks nonetheless. Taking one last cleansing breath, I stand up and walk the twelve feet from my desk to Bishop’s office.
I open the door, prepared to face the wrath of my boss, but he has other ideas. The next thing I know, I’m pressed against the door with Bishop’s tongue in my mouth. One large hand pins my wrists above my head while his other hand squeezes my ass and presses me closer to him.
“Goddamn, Harlow, I can’t concentrate on anything with you just a few feet away from me,” he groans, trailing bites and kisses down my neck. “All I can think about is how your skin feels against mine, how sweet your pussy tastes, what it feels like being deep inside you.” Bishop releases my wrists and surprises me by kissing my forehead.
“So you’re not going to fire me?” I whisper.
I feel him smile against my forehead, and then a chuckle rumbles out of his chest. The vibration rolls through me everywhere we’re connected.
He finally leans back so he can look me in the eyes. “No, baby girl. Your job is secure. That is if you still want to work here.”
“Yes,” I say with a nod. Bishop lifts an eyebrow at me, and I’m quick to correct myself. “Yes, sir.” I bite my lip and smile up at him. Now that I’m not worried about losing Bishop and my job, all of the anxiety gives way to need.
“What else do you want?” he rasps, kissing me on the lips. “I’ll give you anything. Everything.”
“You. I want you.”
Bishop growls and kisses down my neck, unbuttoning the first two buttons of my purple blouse.
“Be more specific, Harlow. What do you want from me? What can I give you right here, right now?”
He undoes more buttons and kisses between my breasts before palming one in each hand. I moan softly when his thumbs caress my hard nipples through the sheer fabric of my bra.
“I want to come,” I whimper.
Bishop pinches both of my nipples, sending a jolt of pain throughout my body, followed quickly by heat and pleasure. I gasp and moan, my body and mind not even sure how to process the dual sensations.
“Ask me nicely,” Bishop growls, his blue eyes smoldering with pent-up need.
“Please make me come, sir.”
Bishop kisses me roughly and then tears his mouth away. He backs up, leaving me slumped against the door. He locks the door and closes the blinds so we’re in complete privacy in his office. The thought makes my pulse race and my pussy throb.
I watch as he removes his suit jacket and rolls up the sleeves of his white button-down shirt. God, even just watching his forearms flex makes me ache with need. I can’t believe this man is mine, that he wants to be with me, that he’sdistractedby me.
He removes his tie and then gives me a wicked grin as he steps closer to where I am.
