Epilogue
“AMr. Stone is here to see you.” My stomach completed a somersault, and I worked to keep my voice even. “Send him on in.”
I turned to Sarah to finish our conversation, the last thing on my to-do list for today— well, on my work to-do list. “I need that to hit my inbox by tomorrow by three at the very latest.”
“But I’m supposed to have dinner with my boyfriend tonight, and?—”
I pursed my lips and gave her the stern look I’d finally perfected. Part of me still wanted to say oh, well, then go ahead and take another day. Enjoy being in love and all that jazz. But then I’d be the one under duress, and the clients wouldn’t care why, just that I wasn’t ready on the date I told them it’d be. “If you did it the way I asked the first time, you’d have time to do that. I guess the question is, do I need to give this project to someone else, or can you handle it?”
She swallowed. “I can handle it.” She didn’t exactly look happy about it, but she gathered her stuff, pausing to check out Jameson as he neared the open doorway of my office.
Not that I blamed her. He always looked sexy, but his bright cornflower blue tie made his blue eyes even bluer, and the lines of his suit spoke of his athletic build and power all at the same time. He always managed to suck every ounce of air out of a room, and he did it in a way that made you glad to struggle to catch your breath.
Sarah nodded and rushed past him, head down. He glanced after her, then looked at me. “Good job.”
“I’m sure I did a good job, but which job are we talking about?”
“You just had to lay down the law with your employee, I can tell. And she left slightly affronted but also determined—the perfect combination.”
“Well, I had a good teacher.” I twisted my blinds to shut off the view of my office and closed the door, double-checking it was locked. Then I gestured to the chair across from my desk. “Have a seat, Mr. Stone, and we can get started.”
He reached for me as I started past him and I shot him the same stern look I’d used moments ago. “Didn’t you hear me? Have. A. Seat.”
His eyes darkened, and then he sat in the chair I’d indicated.
Through a lot of brainstorming and work, we’d managed to save about a third of the jobs in the Hartford branch. It wasn’t the magical miracle that happened in the movies, but at least the people who were pulling their weight were rewarded. Several families had to relocate, but that was life, even if I wished it was a little easier, sunnier, and fairer once in a while.
Jameson offered me a marketing position at his office, but the power balance would’ve been off, and let’s face it, we could only use his office as our sexual playground for so long before it got out of hand. Another marketing firm offered me the manager position I was in now, and once in a while I even consulted on a few of Jameson’s accounts.
Balance was the name of the game.
I perched on my desk, held up a finger, and glanced at the clock. Three,two,one… Six o’clock on the dot. My intercom buzzed. “Is there anything else before I head home?” Lisa asked.
I’d pilfered one of the Hartford branch’s employees so she could come work with me, and she was happy to relocate to Boston, saying she needed a fresh start.
“No, thank you. Have a good night.”
“See you tomorrow—oh, and I’m bringing cupcakes so we can celebrate landing that new account.”
“I’ll grab the wine.” We had to celebrate the wins, after all. With it officially past quitting time, I turned my full attention to my sexy boyfriend, ready to get back to business. “Now, where were we?”
I rested one of my heeled feet on his knee, and his harsh exhale made it clear he’d discovered the fact that I wasn’t wearing any underwear under this skirt.
He wrapped his large hand around my calf, his fingers digging into the skin.
Okay, so balance these days meant sometimes his office and sometimes mine. Sometimes at his place and sometimes at mine. For the most part, we tried to keep it to after hours. I say tried because we weren’t the most patient duo when it came to waiting.
“I’m afraid that this business arrangement isn’t going to work out,” Jameson said, leaning forward in his seat, his fingers still wrapped around my calf. He smoothed his other hand over my thigh, his fingers breeching the hem of my skirt. “Clearly you think you’re in control, and baby…” He dragged his fingers, tortuously close to where I needed them, and my heart beat erratically in my chest. “Tonight, I am.”
Using his grip, he tugged me closer, until I was right on the edge of the desk. “Spread ’em.”
I did as he asked, and when he pressed a kiss to the inside of my thigh, my head lolled back. I drove my fingers through his hair as his mouth came over my center. With every lick, I moved closer to the euphoric haze I sought.
And then the phone rang.
“I must’ve forgotten to put it on do not disturb—just ignore it.”
Jameson’s gaze met mine. “Answer it.” He dragged his fingers over the lips of my pussy, and I bucked. “Do it now, or you don’t get to finish.”
I blindly reached for the phone and cleared my throat. “Hello?”
Jameson dragged his tongue over me, his soft lips and a hint of scruff making a deadly combination.
“I couldn’t remember if you wanted me to put the words at the top or the bottom of the image,” Sarah said.
I bit my lip to stifle my moan. Jameson and his magic tongue were making it hard to put thoughts together.
“Top,” I said. “I want it on top. Goodbye.” I slammed the phone down. I was going to give Jameson a dirty look, but then he sucked me into his mouth, and my orgasm slammed into me. He slowly brought me back down, and then he shed his clothes. “You said something about wanting to be on top.”
I lowered myself onto his lap. He was hard and ready for me, but I decided he needed some teasing after making me answer the phone. I dragged myself over him, fighting back against his grip on my thighs.
“You make me fucking crazy,” he said, crushing his lips to mine, and then I lost the battle. But when he brought my hips down to meet his, filling me so perfectly and hitting that spot deep inside, I decided that I’d still won.
I was having trouble getting enough leverage to move the way I wanted to, though. “I can’t?—”
Like he’d read my mind, he shifted forward and then lowered me to the ground. He covered my body with his, then I arched, and he thrust, and we moved together until we both tumbled over the edge.
The carpet was much scratchier than our sheets, and I had a fleeting thought about trying to re-carpet—I should probably work at a place for longer than two months before I demanded it be remodeled, though.
Jameson curled me to him, and I rested my head on his shoulder, enjoying the drag of his fingers on my back.
“Hungry?” I asked.
“Mm-hm,” he said, nuzzling my neck. “Sex with you always leaves me famished.”
“You want to go somewhere? Or do you want to order in?”
“I want to go home.” He pushed himself up onto his elbow, facing me. “And I want you to be there.”
“Okay.” I ran my hand down the side of his face. “The plan was to ride home with you anyway.”
“I mean that when I say ‘let’s go home,’ I want it to be the same place. I want to fall asleep with you in my arms and wake up next to you, and even driving fifteen minutes to see you is too long.” He pushed his fingers into my hair and then brought me closer and brushed his lips over mine. “Will you move in with me?”
My heart expanded in my rib cage, and I threw myself at him, giving him an attack-hug, kiss sort-of-thing.
“Is that a yes?” he asked, his low chuckle filling my ear. “That’s a yes.” I melted into him, dragging the kiss out. “It’s definitely a yes.”
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