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That thought gives me pause. It isn’t like I knew this would happen and hell, we’ve only just fallen into bed with each other. It isn’t like something like this can last. We’re clearly totally different people. He probably pours whiskey on his cereal for breakfast, and mine consists of almond milk and organic quinoa. I mean, what are we now? Fuck buddies? It feels intimate, the most intimate I’ve ever been with anyone. But I can’t let my thoughts get too big. I need to remember what Trisha said.It isn’t love, Daisy, just hot, sweaty sex on his desk…

With that, I grab the blanket, wanting to shield my body, the high from my orgasm now diminishing.

“Don’t shy away from me,” he says, leaning over, his large hand skimming across my soft tummy and pulling me toward him. “I fucking love your body.” With a rumbling groan, his warm palm continues to roam over my skin, keeping me close as his words coat my insides, building back up the confidence I once lost. I look at him, his delicious grin, his eyes sparkling, and there’s no regret showing anywhere on his face. He isn’t in a hurry to jump out of this bed, even though he’s probably missing a meeting or a phone call or something. He isn’t in a hurry to get away from me, even though he’s sexually satisfied. Again, so different from any other man I’ve been with.

“Bossy in bed as well,” I murmur playfully, a lazy smile spreading across my face as I give in to this and let myself enjoy it. After all, I was touching myself to thoughts of him before he bulldozed his way in here. I may as well enjoy this fantasy fully playing out.

“Yes. Now come here and give me that mouth,” he says, and I don’t know how, but even after two orgasms, my pussy pulses. And I listen without any hesitation, kissing him thoroughly.

My sexual awakening is starting, and Connor Whiteman is one hell of a teacher.

26

CONNOR

Ineed to research. I need to find some books, an academia article, a fucking podcast, because I have no idea how I’m meant to work with her all day and not touch her. After this morning, feeling the sexual chemistry between us, something that I never thought I would find with any woman, I now realize I’m completely smitten. Even more so than before. Yesterday in the office, she wore a long, flowing dress, and today, it’s a tighter one. Black, the fabric following her curves, finishing at that sexy length just below the knees that shows off her hourglass figure like she’s teasing me on purpose.

“So it’s model day today,” Daisy says as Dad, Victoria, and I sit around the boardroom, going over the project plan with her. If I had my way, we’d both still be in bed, naked. But with the spa project needing to be kept on track, meetings and issues to resolve, we had to peel ourselves off each other, the walk to my place the hardest one I’ve ever done.

The spa opening has been pushed out a bit, but I’m thankful. Daisy would only have another week here if we had stuck to our original schedule, and that thought leaves a very bitter taste in my mouth.

“Model day?” I ask, looking around at them, wondering what I’ve missed.

“Ooooh, who's coming in?” Victoria asks, grinning.

“Again, what’s model day?” I ask again, then look at Daisy.

“I have a few locals coming in to get the staff ready and trained, as well as to trial some of the treatments to get feedback. The team put it out on social media last week, so we might get a few new people to the distillery. But we need all kinds of people to see how it all works,” she says, smiling, and I feel my brow furrow. I don’t want her touching anyone but me. I know it’s her job, but I still don’t like it.

She grins at me with that saucy smirk, the one where she looks like she knows what I’m thinking. I know she doesn’t, because if she did, she’d be flushed cherry red. I have to fist my hand under the table to prevent me from asking her to crawl on her knees to me in that fucking dress so I can peel it off her.

“Who’s coming in?” I ask her, and I see my father frown, clearly not sure why I’m so invested in the information.

“So, there’s Rochelle from the diner, and Tina, who I think is married to Tim from the toy store?” she says, unsure, but we all nod. We know Tina; she and Tim have lived in Whispers forever as well.

“Oh, and we have a small group that is going to try out the springs, some yoga, and maybe a group meditation. Which I’ll run,” Daisy says.

“Griffin’s team is working on the path, but it should be fine to use. Do you need me to go to the springs with you?” I ask, because now that I know she’s heading back to the water, I’m uneasy.

“No, I’ll be fine.” There’s a different kind of heat in her gaze now, not liking me raising the issue of her lack of swimming skills again. “Griffin is quick?” Daisy asks, surprised, moving the conversation on, while I wonder what time she’s going to be down by the water and if I can move my meetings around to go with her. Knowing she can’t swim makes panic prickle beneath my skin.

“Griffin is the best builder in the country. He has teams located everywhere and pretty much an office or supply factory in almost every state. He works quickly, does quality work, and he’s in high demand,” Dad explains.

“Wow, sounds like a busy guy,” she quips and I smile, seeing her processing the information.

“You’ll meet him soon. At the spa opening,” I tell her, looking forward to introducing her to a few people she hasn’t met yet. I make a mental note to see if Harrison might swing past, although I’m sure he’ll be too busy, considering he’s president of the country now and everything.

“Spa opening?” Daisy asks, looking blankly at all of us.

“Yeah, a party to celebrate the opening. I’m organizing it with the team. We didn’t want you thinking about organizing a party when you’re head down into getting the spa ready,” Victoria says.

“Oh, fun!” Her giddy expression makes my chest clench in a way I’m not used to feeling.

“Okay, well, that’s it for this morning. I think we have covered everything, and I see some people already arriving,” Victoria says, and we all stand, looking out at the reception area, and sure enough, both Rochelle and Tina are there already.

“Let us know what the feedback is and if there are any major adjustments we need to make,” Dad asks of Daisy.

She nods. “Of course. I’ll make note of everything.”

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