Page 115 of Square Deal

The vibrating started again, and I involuntarily moaned. My fingers dug into the edge of the desk. “Isaac—” I whimpered.

He groaned on the other end of the line. “It’s been too long since I’ve gotten to hear you make those noises,” he grunted.

Aw, hell. I was doing this, wasn’t I?

“Maybe you should be here now instead of tonight.”

“Wish I could, Princess. Meeting in twenty, then I’ll be in a car to Teterboro to head your way.”

Heat pooled quickly in my belly. The need to finish grew with each passing second. “Isaac—” I whispered, terrified that someone passing outside my office door could hear.

“Give me one orgasm before you have clients,” Isaac said, his voice low and filled with broken glass, sex, and dirty promises.

The vibrator between the lips of my pussy intensified. That bastard was flexing his power from six hundred miles away with a fucking remote, and it feltgood.

“What are you wearing today?” he asked.

He wanted to play twenty questionsnow? “Cheetah print skirt… black heels… white…oh, have mercy?—”

“Keep going, Princess.”

“White blouse.” I gritted my teeth, grinding my hips into the seat.So… Good. Just a little?—

The knock on my door was the most terrifying sound I had ever heard. Well, apart from hearing Isaac laugh as he turned the tiny vibrator off. “Guess we’ll just have to resume this later.”

Fuck him. Fuck his stupid ring. Fuck his stupidly good-looking suits. Fuck his nice haircut and his perfectly trimmed sandy stubble. Fuck all of it.

“You’re evil, Lawson,” I hissed before cheerfully calling out, “One second, please!”

I could practically see his self-satisfied smirk. “I’m not apologizing for having a sexy imagination, Princess.”

“I hope your day is terrible,” I spat.

“Right back at’cha, Hell Yes Ma’am.”

Oh, that man…

I was horny, I seriously lacked an orgasm, and I had clients on the other side of the door. “We will finish this later, Lawson.”

“Counting on it.”

I grabbed my key card and phone, then opened the door. I plastered on a ridiculously saccharine smile. “Hi there! You must be Alyssa and Tyler! So nice to meet you!”

I love meeting newly engaged couples before the stress of wedding planning put them on a hair trigger. These two were disgustingly in love. She kept twisting the gorgeous engagement ring on her finger like she hadn’t quite gotten used to wearing it yet. He took every opportunity to whisper something in her ear that made her laugh.

It was the little touches they shared as they flipped through my sample book of linen swatches and looked through the different floor plan options.

I wondered if Isaac and I would be the same way when the time came. I would probably drive that poor wedding planner to drink.

I smiled to myself, stifling laughter and the ridiculous thought of me actually trusting someone other than myself to plan my wedding.

I led Alyssa and Tyler outside to show them our outdoor options. My high heels clicked against the cobblestone courtyard, and I was midway through explaining the cocktail hour set-up when the soft vibrating began again.

It must have been on the lowest setting, because it didn’t make a sound. I silently cursed Isaac and faked my way through the spiel, telling them where the bar would be and all the different ways to decorate the space.

They were sold. I felt it in my bones.Hell yes, ma’am!

We walked through the lobby, and I pointed to all the areas where we could set up lounges and soft seating for their guests.

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