Page 10 of Donut Overthink It

I stand in my shower, both hands on the wall, my head under the sprayer. Fuck, she looked so hot in the elevator. Her hair down again and those glasses framing her blue eyes. I love it when she wears those.

I was leaning against the back railing when the elevator opened on our floor, and I stood up straight when I saw her walking in, not paying one bit of attention. What if I had been a man who couldn’t keep my hands to myself? What if someone had attacked her? God, I swear that woman doesn’t think sometimes. She lives in her own world.

I stood there and watched her stare at me like I wouldn’t notice. I had just done the same, but she didn’t catch me like I did her. She’s gorgeous. And I almost suffocated in that elevator from her intoxicating scent of cherries. I had to get it off me before I shoved her up against the wall and ripped that blouse off her right there. I wanted to wrap her long hair around my hands and yank so hard that it knocked her to her knees.

I fist my hands and hit the wall as the water runs down over my head and then my back. Opening my eyes, I look down to see my cock hard. It’s been hard ever since she stepped into the elevator. Removing my right hand from the tile, I wrap it around the base of my dick and squeeze. I hiss in a breath, and then slowly loosen my grip and begin to pump it up and down. I let my head fall against the cold surface and spread my stance. Leaving my left hand on the wet wall, I imagine her down on her knees, looking up at me through those sexy glasses. Her blouse ripped open to expose her tits. My cock in her mouth as she moans around it.

I pick up the pace, pounding my fist into the wall. I open my eyes and mouth, breathing heavily. Water runs down over my face and pools at my feet. Seconds later, her name comes out as a half moan, half sigh as I pump one last time before coming down the inside of the shower.

“Fuck!” I hiss, exhaustion hitting me like a bag of bricks. I finish in the shower and dry off before getting ready. I have dinner plans tonight, and unlike my assistant, I refuse to be anything but early.

CHAPTER THREE

HADLEY

I SHOULD HAVE DRIVEN MYSELF!

This date must be one of the worst ones I’ve ever been on. I’m going to kill Andrea for talking me into joining this damn dating app. It’s supposed to be the newest matchmaker for people who don’t have time to find their one. It’s designed to cut out the middleman, but God, I’d rather be at home nose deep in a romance book dreaming about my dick of a boss than sitting here with this guy.

“She told me that it was just a rash and not to worry.” He laughs at himself, scratching the red bumps on his forearm. “She knows everything.”

The she that he is referring to would be his mother. He speaks of her as if she is Mother Teresa. “That’s good,” I say with a nod before taking a sip of my water.

“So tell me about your mother.” The smile on his face is annoying.

“She’s dead.”

“Oh.” His face falls. “I’m … I’m so sorry.”

“It was a long time ago,” I lie, waving him off.

He looks down at his menu and stares at it for a few minutes before his eyes meet mine again, and I see unshed tears in them. “It’s okay. Really.”

“No. I was just thinking …” He sniffs. “I don’t know what I would do without my mother …” He reaches out and grabs my hand across the table. “I’m so sorry.”

“Thank you.” I remove my hand from his because, in all honesty, he’s kinda creeping me out. I’m starting to see why he needed an app to find a date. I think I’m meant to be single forever. “Not all mothers are like yours,” I add.

He opens his mouth to say something when his phone rings. He has had it on the table the entire time. Mommy lights it up, and I release a sigh. Is this guy for real?

“Momma?” he answers and sniffs again. “I was just thinking about you …”

I tune him out in a daze, and my mind wanders to the one place it shouldn’t—my boss. I wonder who he was texting in the elevator earlier. Was it a woman? I laugh at myself. Of course, it was. A man like that has them lined up. When I take another sip of my water, the tip of an ice cube touches my lips, and it sends a chill down my spine at the thought of using it on him.

“What are you doing?” he asks, voice rough.

I straddle him as my hair falls over my right shoulder. He lies on the bed in that same hotel room where he takes me every time I close my eyes and dream of him.

I lean over and grab the drink on the nightstand. Before I can sit back up, I feel his lips graze my boobs. “Oh, no,” I tell him. “Not yet.”

He places his hands on my hips, his fingers digging into my skin, burning me. His eyes look up at me as a smile tugs his lips. “What are you gonna do with me, baby?”

In answer, I take a drink of the cold water and capture a piece of ice in my mouth, then place the glass back where I got it. Then I bend down and kiss his chest. He hisses in a sharp breath as I run the ice cube along his skin.

I wiggle my body downward until I’m lying flat between his legs—my chest now on the bed. He lifts his hips as his hands tangle in my hair. The ice cube melts quickly in my mouth, forcing me to hurry. I part my lips and water runs down the side of my mouth as they open to take him in …

“Hadley …” He hisses in a breath. “Hadley …”

“Hadley?”

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