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“And? You act like we’re the only ones having a love affair in the office.”
“I don’t care about other people, I care about us, and I don’t want our co-workers catching wind that we’re…” I rub the back of my neck. “I don’t know what we are.”
“You’re m—”
The phone interrupts his words, and staring at him, I lean over his desk and pick up the phone.
“Risqué headquarters. Lake Ortiz speaking.”
Atlas grabs me by the waist, plants me on his lap, and slides his hand up my skirt, causing me to squirm.
“This is Gunner Underwood, and I would like to set up a meeting with Atlas.”
Atlas’s fingers trace the edge of my panties, and my mind tries to concentrate on the conversation as I wiggle the mouse and pull Atlas’s calendar up. Atlas slides his fingers though my slick folds, and he places his thumb onto my clit. I bite down on my lip to keep from whimpering.
“What is the business matter?” My tone is husky.
“Finance. He called me and asked me about being an investor in Risqué. He sold my wife the lingerie. She loves the collection. We want to have lunch at my wife’s bakery on Saturday. My two kids will be there, but we’ll have a meeting in her office.”
“What do your kids like, so Atlas can buy them gifts?”
He plays with my clit as he slides a finger inside of me, and I shut my legs. He prizes them open, and I hump his leg like a bitch in heat. He kisses the side of my neck, and I grip the edge of the glass desk.
“That’s it, come for me, Boots” he whispers in my ear.
Several moments later, my orgasm rushes through me like a tidal wave, and I scream at the top of my lungs.
“The fuck is wrong with you?” Gunner asks.
My eyes snag onto Atlas’s and he licks his fingers clean, and I grin hard.
“N-nothing. I saw a bug. The gifts?”
“Jacob loves Roblox, and Rosie loves Barbies.”
“He’ll meet you on Saturday at three p.m. Will that work for you?”
“Yes.” The phone goes dead.
I place the phone back on the hook, and I stand up from Atlas’s lap. “I need to work, you’re distracting me.”
“Have dinner with me tonight. I’ll give you the code to my penthouse.” He stands up, and whispers in my ear, “Wear something sexy.” Then he slaps my ass, and I yelp.
“Yes, sir.”
After work, Atlas and I perch on the couch, and I grab the remote from the coffee table, and flick through Netflix as Atlas wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me close. His blue eyes widen, and he sweeps a strand of hair behind my ear. My heart gallops in my chest, and goosebumps grow on my flesh. I smile like a schoolgirl.
“You’re so beautiful, Lake. I want us,” he blurts out his last words.
I shouldn’t feel embarrassed about what he says to me. And I feel a ‘but’ coming on as if he’s going to tell me we should stay friends and, honestly, I don’t know if I canbe his friend. We’re too far deep in this relationship, I can’t go back to how we were before I worked for him.
“But what? You’re going to tell me how you can’t make a commitment and being with me is too much?” I try to say it in a joking way, but it comes out bitter.
He chuckles and pulls me into his lap.
“But nothing. We’re dating. Not causal dating. You’re my girlfriend.”
“What about our careers?” I shake my head. “What if people catch wind of us, then what?”
