Black Ties and White Lies(82)

“I didn’t realize it’d make you so upset.” I roll my hips, trying to produce some sort of friction as he plants a kiss to the inside of my knee.

Fire flashes in his eyes as he looks down at me from between my legs. “Of course it’d fucking make me upset. You think I’d have one night of you and that’d be enough?”

I’m hoping he’ll never have enough of me, but I don’t say it out loud. Instead, I feed into his anger a bit more, loving how he takes out his frustrations on me. “Maybe. I thought you grew tired of women after one time.”

In an instant, he’s on top of me, his face a few inches from mine. His fingers tangle in my hair, pulling me by it so our lips almost touch. “I never want you to compare yourself to other women again. You’re not like other women.”

I lean forward, catching his bottom lip between my teeth and tugging on it. “Prove it.”





To: [email protected]

From: [email protected]





Violet,

I’d be upset by how sweet my coffee tastes this morning but I don’t know if it’s from you adding a bit of the west coast to it or if it’s because the taste of your sweet pussy still coats my tongue from this morning. Either way, I don’t hate it.





Sincerely,

The man who is dying to bend you over his desk and take you again after watching you walk around in that skirt all damn day





I stare at my computer screen, reading his message three more times while pressing my thighs together to try and stifle the wave of arousal from reading his email. My fingers tap the keys of my keyboard as I think of a good response. I look out the open door of my office. From my spot, I can see Beck sitting at the head of the conference table, somehow managing to fire off a filthy email while the board members sitting around the table seem to be locked in a heated conversation. And not the same kind of heated I feel. They look angry, I feel hot with lust and need.

I shouldn’t find it so hot, yet here I am, soaked for him by a freaking email.



To: [email protected]

From: [email protected]





Beck,

What a shame you’re in a meeting. I’m still ready for my own taste.





With regret,

The woman who was desperate to return the favor before she was denied :(





I watch him from my desk. It takes a minute or two for him to read the email, but I can tell the moment he does when his back straightens. I stare at his profile, appreciating the view. It was surreal to go about a normal morning routine with him this morning for the first time. I’d watched him shave the blond stubble that’d grown overnight. When he stepped out of his closet, he’d held up two ties and told me to choose one for him to wear.

It felt so normal, yet perfect. I know already I could get a little too used to waking up and getting ready with him only for us to still be late meeting Ezra in the gallery because Beck insists on me starting the morning with an orgasm.

An email chimes from my desktop in front of me.



To: [email protected]

From: [email protected]





I don’t know what I was thinking. I’m going to end this meeting within five minutes. Your throat better be ready for me, baby.





My eyes pop open as I take in the words he wrote. When I look back at him, I find him leaning forward, his laptop already shut. He hadn’t even wasted time with a closing statement in the email.

Shit.

I don’t think he’s kidding. My ass flies out of my office chair as I scurry through the door that connects our two offices. I close it behind me. Now that we’ve switched offices, he has one that’s a bit more private, whereas mine is more like a fish bowl with windows. With the door shut that connects our offices, we’ll be relatively secluded from the prying eyes of our coworkers.

It’s probably a terrible idea to hook up at work, but I’m not thinking clearly right now. The two of us probably have a mile long list of things that HR would lose their minds over if they knew, what’s one more to add to it?

Taking a seat on the corner of his desk, I begin to unbutton my sweater. Once the last button is undone, my shirt hangs open, my bra on full display. In two minutes time, Beck comes rushing through the door, his footsteps heavy as he slams the door behind him. I yelp at the sound, knowing a lot of the office probably heard it as well.

They’ll probably just assume he’s pissed about something. He’s known to be cold and have a temper, it isn’t too far-fetched of an excuse. Plus, we were waiting until we told his family tonight to announce that we’re engaged. Once the world knows we’re engaged, we’ll have to restructure my position working for him a bit since he’s technically my superior. It’s all a bunch of serious stuff I don’t quite understand, and don’t really care to.

He’ll handle it and I’ll follow, too engrossed in what’s going on between us behind closed doors to truly care about my job title. In the end, I’m still after that meeting with Camden.

Now alone with me in this office, Beck’s footsteps slow and then stop all together as he comes to a halt in the middle of the space. “You have me acting very unprofessional by walking out of that meeting.”