Page 16 of Wild Desire

She glanced at her phone. "We'd better get going. We don't want to be late."

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NOELLE

After the pain pills kicked in, Killian changed into a fresh shirt and track pants. He shouldn't have looked attractive in that outfit, but he did. His muscles stretched the black T-shirt, and his thighs were thick, filling out the silky material and reminding me of how he'd looked naked in the bathroom.

I couldn't help but be drawn to his cock, which had been hard and purple. I'd wanted to grip the base to feel the velvety warmth. I wanted to lick the moisture off the tip. I had to get out of there before I embarrassed myself.

I shouldn't be seeing my boss naked. It was wrong and inappropriate, but every time the image of him hard and dripping with water popped into my head, I got warm all over. My core tingled, and I wanted to know what it would feel like to have his strong body pressed against mine. I wanted to lick the drops of water off his chest, following the lines of his muscles down.

Killian Wilde was my boss. It was wrong to think about him naked even if I accidentally walked in on him. Unfortunately, my childhood crush had only morphed into something more adult. My body betrayed me, aching to be touched by him.

It was frustrating because there was no way I could ease the desire on my own. I rarely had any time to myself. I was running as soon as the alarm woke me in the morning until I fell into bed at night. I did everything quickly and efficiently with two goals in mind: to get everything done and to generate more money.

"You passed the office." Killian's voice jolted me from my musings.

"Oh?" I blinked, unsure where I was. In town for a physical therapy appointment. Not in the bathroom with a naked Killian.

Killian threw a thumb over his shoulder. "It's back there."

"Sorry." My face heated. Did he know what I was thinking about?

I turned the car around, parking in the small lot behind the building. I helped him out of my car, grateful he hadn't mentioned that it was in poor shape.

I opened the door for him, and Killian checked in at the counter. I grabbed a magazine and sat in the waiting room.

Killian tipped his head to see the cover, a smile spreading over his face. "You're reading a magazine with me on the cover?"

"What? No. Of course not." I hadn't registered any of the words or images on the page. But I turned the magazine so I could see the cover. It was Killian suspended midair, the snow flying off his board. His face was covered with goggles, so I couldn't see him. But I'd know the line of his jaw anywhere. The look of determination, concentration, and the precise form. Then there was the title: "Killian Wilde Dominates."

Would he dominate in the bedroom?

Thankfully, I was saved from answering when Killian was called back. He followed the nurse into an exam room without looking back.

I let out a sigh of relief. I was his glorified chauffeur, maid, and whatever else he needed me to be. This was what I'd signed up for. Not the show he gave me in the bathroom.

I wondered if Riley saw him naked often. There had to be something going on there. How could she resist touching him?

I wouldn't last much longer if I was expected to assist him in the bathroom. I wanted to talk to someone about it, but I never confided in friends or my family. I handled everything myself. That way, no one felt the need to offer help I'd have to decline. It was best to put on a show that I was in charge of my life, when most times I felt like I was dropping the balls I was supposed to be juggling in the air.

I glanced at my phone. His appointment was supposed to last an hour. I had time to get on my laptop and see if any work emails had come in. I was hoping for a few more events on the calendar. For now, my main source of income was the donuts, and any events I could schedule. Thankfully, Killian was paying me for my time with him, and that should tide me over for the few weeks he was in town.

I planned to use it to pay Mom's mortgage for a few months. It would be nice to have it paid ahead. And once it was done, she couldn't complain about it.

Mom didn't like me helping as much as I did, but she didn't have a choice. I didn't want her to lose the house. My siblings should be able to live in the family home, even if their father had left when they were little.

We didn't share a dad. I never asked where mine went. But Mom had high hopes for Christopher and Winnie's father, Ralph. He seemed invested for the first few years, but then he left, saying there were better job opportunities elsewhere. I don't know if he asked Mom to go with him.

I opened my laptop and buried myself in work. I checked my email and my calendar, which was disturbingly empty. Then I opened a blank document to brainstorm ideas for marketing. I didn't have a lot of money for that, so I usually posted flyers at the local stores and relied on word-of-mouth referrals.

The problem was, I didn't have a clear plan for one business. I did everything I could to generate money, which meant dispersing my attention across three different endeavors. I was aware that I should focus on one to be successful, and I knew I didn't want to make donuts forever. That was a side thing I did for fun.

That made me pause because I wasn't sure what I wanted to do. I enjoyed being my own boss, and the money that came in, but nothing excited me. I did it to support my family. That was my drive. Ever since mom hurt her back, I hadn't thought about what I wanted. My dreams didn't matter anymore.

"You ready to get out of here?" Killian asked, and I jumped.

"Sorry I was just checking in on work." I stuffed my laptop into my bag and stood.

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