Four
I look at my calendar and frown. I don’t have any appointments today.
“Who is it?” I ask.
I wait while she speaks with the person. Then she comes back to me with a name that makes my body warm all over.
“Brock Rush.”
I almost curse but catch myself. Then I take a deep breath before answering.
“I’m available.”
In every way imaginable.
“Okay, I’ll send him back.”
I hang up and panic. My hands fly to my hair to make sure my tidy bun is still in place. Then I curse for not having a mirror. I’m looking down at my blouse as I straighten things out when I sense someone in my doorway. Very slowly, I lift my eyes to take him in. And fuck it all if he isn’t wearing that panty-dropping smile again. Something that makes me wish I was comfortable wearing skirts instead of pants.
“May I come in?” he asks in a low voice.
“Yes, of course,” I say as I jump up.
And when I do, the bottom button of my blouse catches on the edge of my desk. The sound of my shocked gasp is quickly followed by the sound of every single button popping off my blouse. I cover my mouth with my hands as Brock looks on. He’s chuckling until his eyes lower to my now open shirt. And I thank all that’s holy that I decided to wear one of my best bras today. Because it has certainly captured his attention.
“Oh, my God,” I breathe.
“Yes,” he growls.
He starts to move toward me until we hear voices in the hallway. As quick as lightning, he shuts my office door. I sag in relief first, then my body goes on high alert when he engages the lock. When he turns around, he takes me in with very appreciative eyes. I’m so struck by his gaze that I let my arms fall to my sides instead of covering myself.
“Do you have another shirt?” he asks hoarsely.
“No,” I breathe.
With a sexy grin, he takes off his jacket and lays it on the back of the chair opposite me. Then he unbuttons his short-sleeve shirt and pulls it off. His well-defined chest is something to behold. Not to mention the words tattooed over his left pectoral. I turn as he approaches and try to decipher them, but he crowds the space in front of me after setting his shirt on my desk.
“Turn around,” he breathes.
I do as he says without thinking twice. Then he very gently grips my shirt and slides it off my shoulders. Chills rush over my body and I start to cover my chest. But his large hands grip my elbows to stop me.
“Don’t,” he breathes.
My chest is heaving as I try to catch my breath. Then he steps closer until his bare chest is against my bare back and his fingers thread with mine. A soft breath leaves me as I let my head fall back on his chest. But when I feel his breath on my shoulder, I tense.
“Do I frighten you, Sadie?” he asks.
“No,” I whisper.
“I want to taste your sweet skin again,” he says. “I dreamt about it last night. About you.”
“Brock,” I breathe.
“Please,” he whispers in my ear. “Let me taste you.”
My answer comes in action as I step back into him. I gasp at the feel of his arousal. Then his mouth is on me. A soft moan leaves me as he suckles his way from my shoulder to my ear.
“You can have my shirt,” he whispers. “I keep a few extra in my office.”
“Okay,” I nod.
He chuckles and quickly moves his head to my other shoulder. My fingers flex in his grip and my body rolls against his. Then his mouth is at my ear again.
“When is your day over?”
“One,” I pant.
“Come to my office then,” he says. “I want to sing for you.”
My entire body shudders and I smile. While it’s not my fantasy, I’ll fucking take it.
“Yes.”
“Good.”
He presses another soft kiss to my neck before releasing me. Before I can question his actions, he’s sliding his shirt up my arms. Once it’s on my shoulders, he pulls the halves together and starts to button them. The feel of his arms brushing across my breasts is exhilarating. My head falls back onto his shoulder again as he finishes. When he steps away from me, I pull the fabric to my nose and inhale.
“You smell good,” I breathe as I turn to face him.
He’s right there, smiling down at me.
“Thank you,” he nods. “But I prefer the taste and the smell of you. Lavender, is it?”
“Yes,” I smile as I blush and look down.
He chuckles and touches his fingers to my chin until I’m looking up at him again.
“I’ll see you at one,” he says.
“Yes,” I nod. “You will.”
I expect a kiss, but instead he simply runs his thumb over my lips before stepping around my desk to pull on his jacket. His eyes never leave mine as he partially covers his naked skin. Part of me is disappointed about that. Then he unlocks my door and pulls it open.
“See you soon, sweet Sadie,” he smiles.
“Yes,” I nod. “See you soon.”
He smirks. Then makes a request.
“I want to hear you say my name when you greet me hello or tell me goodbye,” he says.
“Okay,” I nod. “See you soon…Brock.”
“Very good, Sadie.”
And with that, he’s gone. I fall back into my chair and sigh. Then I start counting the minutes until my day is finished.