Chapter 14
FOURTEEN
Colt
I turn over in my bed and pull my arm behind my head, using it as a pillow, and I scratch at my bare chest before grabbing my phone to check the time – it’s well after one in the morning.
I’ve been tossing and turning for hours, unable to shake that interaction with Rowan from my mind.
The way that her hand felt on me. How hard I had to fight against myself to keep from taking her right then and there.
A ping sounds from my phone as I set it down, alerting me to an incoming text message. Swiping the app open, Rowan’s name lights up across my screen.
Why is she awake?
Rowan: Thank you again for today :)
Rowan: I’m really thankful that you were there.
A smile creeps across my face as I type out my response.
Me: It was my pleasure. It was good to see you happy.
Rowan: Can’t sleep?
Me: Apparently neither of us can.
This is a dangerous game. If I was a smart man, I would turn the phone off and find something else to do to occupy myself until I was able to sleep. A smart man would put an end to this.
Rowan: What’s your excuse?
Me: Do I need one?
Rowan: There’s always a reason.
Me: And what’s yours?
I watch as the chat bubble appears and vanishes several times, chuckling at the thought of her trying to think of what to say; how far to take this.
An image flashes through my mind of Rowan in her bed. I wonder what she wears to bed – I would love to see her in one of my button ups and nothing else. The thought of it alone sends heat through my body, fast-tracking to my dick, which stiffens in response.
Rowan: I have a chronic case of a wandering mind.
I close my eyes, letting my own mind wander. I picture her trailing a hand up her bare thigh, teasing herself until she finds home, sliding her fingers inside. I think about how my name sounds on her lips when she moans, what she sounds like while she fucks herself for me.
The pressure in my cock has gone from pleasant to almost unbearable.
I wrap a hand around it and start pumping in even strokes, keeping a steady pace as the pleasure builds.
Picking up the pace, I tighten my hand, imagining how Rowan’s pussy would tighten around me.
My mouth falls open and I start to pant as I thrust against my hand, replaying the sound of my name on her lips over and over again.
When I reach my breaking point, I come, moaning out her name while release pours out of me until I’m left empty.
A smart man would not have done this.
I am not a smart man.
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“Happy Tuesday, Mr. Fowler!” Rowan hollers as she enters my office.
“Happy Tuesday, Rowan.”
I keep my eyes on my desk as she removes her coat and sets her things down. I’m afraid that if I watch her, I’ll be on her in a breath, and everything will be ruined.
Strutting over to me, she takes a seat at the edge of my desk and pulls away the papers sitting in front of me. “Did you finally get some sleep?” She asks, mischief shining in her eyes.
“Did you?”
A blush creeps across her cheeks and the corner of her mouth ticks up in a small smile before she answers. “Eventually,” she tells me.
Her face tells me everything that I need to know; she was doing the exact same thing that I was last night.
My eyes drift to her legs, one crossed over the other, while she sifts through the papers in her hands.
All I can think of is pulling those legs apart and diving between them to devour her until she screams my name.
I bet she tastes so sweet.
“Colt Fowler’s office, this is Rowan speaking,” she says into the phone sitting atop my desk. I hadn’t even realized it was ringing.
She hops off of the desk and paces around in front of it while she talks, and I keep my eyes glued to her until she hands me the phone, effectively drawing my focus away from her, centering me back onto my work. I pull out a pad of paper and scribble a quick note on it, shoving it toward her.
New dev grand open
party Sat night
9pm – come?
Picking up the pad of paper, she reads the note, a small grin working itself onto her face as she writes back:
it’s a date