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She rose with Charlotte. “Thank you.” She leaned over and gave her a quick hug. “I think I’ve got it now.”
* * *
Colette rappedon his office door at 11:59, according to her phone. There was no answer, though she heard his rumbly voice inside. Was he with someone?
She pressed her ear to the glass, and it fell away under her cheek. She snapped upright. “Sorry, Sir.”
His smile warmed her from head to foot. “Punctual as ever, Miss Martin.”
It was the first time he’d used her last name. The formality niggled at her.
She moved inside and found no one. He must have been on the phone. “How are you?” she asked quickly. “How was the rest of your trip?”
“Fruitful.” He circled to the back of his desk and sat in his chair, gesturing for her to take the seat opposite of him. “How are you?” He arched an eyebrow.
The air was stifling with the small talk. “I’m good. I …”
“Yes?”
Missed you. Thought about you. Needed you. “Thank you for seeing me.” She set the journal on his desk and returned her hands to her lap. “I brought it.” She lowered her lashes.
His chair creaked as he shifted. “Very good.”
“It’s not exactly a ‘want to do stuff’ list, but …”
“It’s what you want.” He nodded. “Read it to me.”
Read it aloud? Her eyes darted up to his face, and her lips parted.
“What’s that hesitation?”
“It’s just I …”
“Stand.”
She rose but kept her gaze down.
“You might need some incentive. Lean over the desk.” He opened his top drawer.
The sound was familiar. Had it only been twenty-one days ago when he brought out three items, displayed them for her, and made her choose one?
She bent at her waist and laid herself across the papers scattered on his desk surface. The smell of the leather journal near her face comforted her. She would never take in that scent again without thinking of him. But then, everything had become about him so quickly.
Her body relaxed. If you’d asked her a few weeks ago if this position would have been comfortable, she’d have believed she lost her mind. Now, it seemed to be the most natural thing in the world.
When his hand clasped the back of her neck, a long sigh escaped from her lips.
“I missed you,” she breathed. It was so strange how the truth just came out when she was in his presence, but especially when he was touching her.
As he rounded his desk, he let his hand trail from her neck, down her spine, to just above the crack of her ass. She quivered a little at the warmth.
He laughed. “Were you a good girl while I was gone?”
Was she? She hadn’t played with herself, gotten off at all. But then, it never occurred to her to do such a thing. He had said her orgasms belonged to him, and somehow, it just became a way of life.
How quickly her life had changed.
Fabric brushed against her ass as he lifted her skirt.
