Page 85 of Must Have Been Love

Maybe the ‘post-massage chic’ look could work for tonight? Thoughts? – Skyler xx

My thoughts right now are completely honed in on the way her breasts are pressed up by the tightly wrapped towel. And how easily I could pull it off her and kiss my way down her body.

She knows what she’s doing. I know what she’s doing too. She’s playing. And I want to play with her. So damn much.

“Isn’t that right, Hudson?” Ria asks.

I look up on hearing my name. “Repeat that, please.”

“Mr. Clarke asked about the future profit ratio. I was just saying we’re waiting for one more piece of information to make those projections.”

“That’s correct, yes.” I look down at my phone.

Stevie Nicks would love it. – Hudson

I hit send and try to concentrate on this damn meeting, because people have made an effort to be here and it’s my business. But I’m already regretting trying to combine business and pleasure.

Would she love this, do you think? – Skyler ;)

As soon as her reply appears on my phone I know I should ignore it. But the need to open it is like a damn fly, so persistent it’s aggravating. So I look down at my phone again and slide my finger over the screen.

Fuck. She’s naked. And yeah, she has her back to the mirror that she’s taken this selfie in. All I can see is the smooth creaminess of her skin and the plump curves of her behind, but that’s all it takes for every part of me to fire up.

“Let’s take a break,” I say, interrupting Ria.

Everybody sitting around the table looks at me.

“Ten minutes,” I add, because none of them would dare to contradict me. “I need to make a couple of phone calls, then we’ll reconvene.”

Before any of them can say a word, I’m up and striding out of the board room, storming past my assistant into my office, and closing the door behind me.

I open up my phone again, my eyes lingering on the way her back curves into a dip before flaring out again. Her ass looks perfect, so high and full. I swallow hard, because right now I need to feel her skin in my hands. My mouth on her body.

My cock deep inside of her until we’re both screaming each other’s names.

I hit the call button and she answers within a second.

“Aren’t you supposed to be in a meeting?” she asks innocently.

“I called a break,” I tell her thickly. “Somebody keeps annoying me with sexy photos.”

“Annoying?” she repeats. “Noted. No more photos will be sent.”

“What are you wearing right now?” I demand, ignoring her warning.

“Do you really want to know?”

“Absolutely.”

“A thong. Nothing else.”

“Where are you?”

“In our bedroom,” she says huskily. “By the way, thank you for the massage.”

“I didn’t give it to you.”

“But you paid for it. Which is very Richard Gere of you, by the way. What areyouwearing?” she asks.

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