Page 62 of The Woman

Walking back to my desk, I remove my wet suit jacket and drape it over the back of my chair, then remove my socks and shoes and push them to the side.

She follows me over, leaving her underwear on the ground, and I can see my cum dripping down the inside of her thigh as she approaches. Satisfaction washes over me at the sight of it.

“What do you mean?”

“There was no problem, at least not with work. I had Thomas call me with a fake emergency.” After taking a seat and seeing her brows pressed together, still trying to understand, I grab her hand and pull her closer to me, adding, “There was no way I was going to let them touch you, or you touch them. So I arranged with Thomas to call after a sufficient amount of time had passed to discuss business.”

Her eyes bounce between mine, the wheels turning as she thinks – something that has me completely riveted – and when it finally sinks in, her face transforms into a pout.

“You could have told me. I thought I would have to please them.”

My eyes darken at the thought of her pleasing another man, and I reach up to grip her chin, bringing it a little closer. “You are my woman, and you do what I say, not them.”

“No,” she stubbornly replies, knocking my hand from her chin, causing the side of my mouth to twitch at her tenacity. “I do what I want to do.”

Stepping between my legs, she lifts her hands to my cheeks. They feel cool to the touch but soft and comforting.

“And I wanted to touch you,“ she murmurs.

My chest tightens, those same overwhelming feelings rushing through me as I look at her. I don’t know what to do with it or what it means. I just know I feel attached to her in a way I never expected.

The fact that she’s a WOUN only adds to the bizarreness of this situation because I know that if she weren’t, we wouldn’t be here right now – with her cradling my face and looking at me with so much emotion and personality swimming in those eyes.

“What would have happened if he didn’t call in time?” she asks after a beat.

I dismiss that thought immediately, not wanting to think of any other outcome.

“I would have figured something out.”

Seeming to accept that response, she bobs her head with a small nod.

As I watch her glance off to the side in thought, I notice a slight shiver travel through her body, and goosebumps trail the length of her arms. This time, it’s not because of a reaction to something I’ve done. She’s cold from the soaked clothing and air conditioning in here.

I lean over my desk to pick up the phone, causing her hands to drop from my face, and press the button to page Thomas. “You’re back,” he says through the line.

“Find us some towels.”

“Towels?” he questions, the sound of paper shuffling in the background. “What do you need towels for?”

“If you needed to know, I would have told you.”

He sighs. “Okay, well, I’m not sure where I’ll find any.”

“Check the gym on the eleventh floor,” I tell him, rubbing a hand up Avery’s arm. “Oh, and bring a mop as well.”

“Wait. There’s actually a gym h–” I hang up before he can finish the question and start rubbing both of her arms.

“Will your grandfather be displeased with you for leaving?” Avery asks.

“Probably. He’ll no doubt come to my office as soon as he’s back,” I answer, turning her arms so I can see the tattoos. “But I don’t give a shit.”

Chapter 27

Avery

Two hours later, his grandfather still hasn’t shown up to confront him, which I am grateful for. I’m now completely dry and warm, sitting in the sun on the couch with a pen and paper that Phoenix gave me while he’s been busy at his desk, occasionally glancing my way.

I’ve been taking advantage of his attention mostly being on his laptop. I can’t seem to stop looking at him, watching when the crevice between his brows gets deeper when he’s concentrating, tracing his perfectly cut jawline and lips, and then how his face appears to relax when something is going right for him on the screen. His dark hair is dry now and has been combed through with his fingers. And mine.

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