Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 105311 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 527(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105311 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 527(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
She turns, not wanting a discussion but to deliver her policy. Done.
As for me, I smile as I read the card, but I’m not sure I understand what it means. I lift the lid and peel away the tissue to find two pairs of the same red lace underwear. Ah. Now the card makes more sense.
One for me and one for you.
He doesn’t have to sign it for me to know who the sender is, but I am surprised he’s playing this daring game. I transfer the calls to the service and head for the restrooms. Not sure what Drew’s plans are for lunch, but I take a chance and check. Two can play this game.
“Come in,” he says, his tone gruff.
When I open the door, he’s quiet with his dark eyes steady on my every move. Closing the door behind me, I stay pressed to it with my hand on the knob. I’m not scared of him. I’m trying to remain a consummate professional. Consummate?
What an odd word. Even stranger that it’s the same word for intercourse for sealing a marriage as used for skill and exemplary behavior. Ugh. This word is going to bother me now. Like platonically.
“Juni?”
“I received the gift. Laurie wasn’t happy.”
“Were you?”
“I can’t wait for you to rip them to shreds.” I click the lock.
As if a starter pistol has gone off, we both fly across the room, our mouths crashing into each other’s as our hands fumble to get our clothes off. Within minutes, maybe even seconds, I’m bent over his desk, and he’s rolling on a condom. “Now you have one handy?” I note in a bit of irony.
“I took a chance this morning and threw it in my wallet.”
His breathing deepens as his hands slide up my back. Moving back down, he says, “You have the best ass.” His mouth is on it, a lick and a gentle bite, and then he’s nipping at my hip, teasing the red lace strap. “I knew these would look so fucking good on you.”
The fabric gives under little pressure, and then he takes the other side and rips it as well. He pulls the remains slowly from the back, his hand replacing it in the front and teasing my clit. My smile is gone, and my mouth wide open. I close my eyes and let him work his magic.
The moment I reach the peak, he buries himself inside me. Kisses to my shoulders and whispers of how good he feels cover my back until . . . until . . . he can’t fight it any longer. His orgasm hits hard, and his mouth closes around the skin on the back of my neck to keep the sound from traveling.
But it’s too much—his heat, his breath, his desire for me—I come again right under him with his hand covering my mouth. As soon as I exhale, he stands behind me and lifts me in the aftermath. Moving to the couch, we lie together in each other’s arms.
When I look up at him, I touch his cheek, knowing that sex may enhance emotions, but after spending the weekend with him, having time with his family, his mom especially, I feel as though I’ve seen so much more of Drew than he would normally allow.
He’s sexy, without a doubt. He’s handsome. He’s intelligent and kind. Driven. But he floored me by sending lingerie to work, by taking a risk to make me feel sexy. Naughty. Part of what I feel is post-orgasmic glow here, but I’m fairly certain I’m falling in love with him. Whispering, I say, “I know you don’t believe in destiny.”
His finger presses to my lips. “I’ve been meaning to let you in on a little secret, babe.” Not knowing where he’s going with this, he has my full attention. “I’m beginning to believe because of you.”
I kiss him, happiness bursting inside of me, and then curl a little closer to his side. We don’t have long with most people out of the office, but we have this stolen moment that I’ll never forget.
31
Drew
The fire between us went from an ember to a bonfire before we had a chance to catch our breath.
In three weeks, my life had completely changed—in a good way—because of Juni Jacobs. She’s sexy but kind, fun, and keeps me on my toes in the office and at home. I can’t say I fell in love with her the first time we met. There was shit involved, and a restraining order came to mind at another point.
No, she didn’t come on strong. It was a creeping fire that she lit inside me. By the time I realized how deep I was in trouble, it was too late. I have feelings for her like I’ve never had for anyone.
Even now as she walks around my apartment with a smudge stick that has me worrying it will set off alarms, I’m dumbfounded she chose me to be her boyfriend.