Page 97 of Crave Me

CHAPTER 22

Evan

When Wren started working for me and our relationship developed, I knew it would be impossible not to touch her. And when she moved in, I knew it wouldn’t be long before we began having sex in my office.

My office.

The place where brilliant minds gather, deals are made, and the sexiest woman alive spends the day swooping in and out, assuring I have everything I need.

Everything.

After getting a taste of watching us make love, I was looking forward to seeing our images on the twenty-eight screens in my office. Apparently so was she. “Adeptus is redefining the way all medicine is delivered,” I tell her, my words releasing with each pound of my hips.

Wren’s exposed breasts push through the opening in her blouse. I only managed to open the first two buttons and shove aside her bra before she hiked up her skirt and rubbed against me.

“Don’t stop,” she moans, whimpering as I tighten my grasp and thrust upward. “God, I love it when you speak nerd.”

I chuckle and nibble her ear, watching our enhanced images collide and discussing the engineering within the micro robots, all the while surrendering to the primal urges her body stirs.

She slumps against the conference table as she climaxes, sending the stack of reports in front of her flying across the marble surface. I steady her, hooking her waist and slowing my pace.

I lift my chin when we finish, meeting her grin reflecting back on me on the screen.

“I didn’t like this thing when I first saw it,” she reminds me. She wiggles. “But now, it’s not so bad.”

“It has its advantages,” I gasp, struggling to slow my breaths.

I kiss her and separate us carefully, swearing when I catch sight of the digital clock. “I have a meeting in twenty-two minutes, don’t I?”

She adjusts her thong and smooths out her skirt. “You do, but don’t blame me if you haven’t had time to prepare.”

I pull up my pants and shove my shirt inside. “Do I have to remind you this was your idea, my love? Not that I’m complaining.”

Her cheeks redden as they do every time I refer to her as “my love”. She turns around, her fingers moving quickly to button her blouse. Aside from her flushed skin and a few misplaced strands of hair, no one would suspect what happened between us.

She brushes her hair in place with her fingers, reaching for the reports scattered across the table. In another few minutes her skin tone will return to that fair shade, erasing the lingering evidence, not that I’ll forget as I look forward to the next.

I work on the buttons of my light blue shirt and straighten my tie as she stacks the folders into neat piles. “We didn’t get to play last night or this morning,” she reminds me. “My period is due in another three days and my fucking hormones are out of control.” She reaches for my jacket and passes it to me, watching as I slip it in place. “You were stressed when I brought your coffee.” She shrugs. “I was trying to help you relax. Besides, you know I don’t stand a chance when you wear your glasses. Don’t want me to straddle you, don’t wear the glasses. It’s a simple solution.”

I pull her against me, her body welding against mine when I kiss her. Despite my urgency I give the kiss the attention it deserves. “I’ll never deny you,” I tell her, slowly pulling away and frowning as I take another look at the time. “But now, I have to prepare.”

Her wavering smile reflects the extent of her emotions. These past few weeks, I’ve worked entirely too late, limiting our time.

She misses me. I miss us too, so consumed with the wheels I set in motion to fully enjoy the rare moments we’ve had alone.

“I know,” she says. “Can we have dinner alone tonight? Sometime around nine? I can have them hold a table for us at that steakhouse you like.”

“I can’t, I’m reaching out to my contacts in Europe to give one last push for Ork and Adeptus.” I press a gentle kiss against her lips, releasing her slowly and wishing I didn’t have to.

There’s a great deal I need to read through before my meeting if we’re to implement the changes to our latest prototype. But I wait, watching Wren leave before returning to my desk.

As I lower myself into my chair, I realize how empty my office is without her. “Alfred, sleep room,” I say.

“Sleeping,” he calls, shutting off the multiple screens and blanketing that half of the room in darkness. I usually command Alfred to open the electronic shades the moment the sun rises. Wren’s visit gave me a good excuse to keep them closed.

She thinks I’m pulling away although that couldn’t be further from the truth. Everything I’m doing, all the aggressive steps I’m taking are for her and our future. I want to commit to her without the added weight of my business troubles. The time to strike is now. I can’t stop. Not if it risks my losing what I want for us.

I smile as I think how stunning she looks in that floral print blouse and skirt, and how her mere presence holds me in place.

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