Page 86 of Catch You

“Fucking hell.”

Corey rocks his hips into me.

“Either stop it and come back, or ignore it.”

I look from him to where my purse sits on the chair at the other side of the room.

“Just give me a second.”

I climb from his lap and walk over, His eyes burning into my back the entire time.

“I know you’re staring.”

“Good.”

I laugh at him as I silence my cell. Spinning on the tips of my toes, I find Corey exactly how I left him—head on his pillow, his body fully exposed from where I threw the covers off, and his cock hard and resting well up onto his stomach.

“Now this is the kind of wake-up call I could really get used to,” I confess.

“Me too.” He winks and gestures for me to rejoin him, which I do almost instantly.

I take his hand in mine once I’m close enough to climb back on top of his body.

His eyes shutter closed when I take his solid length in my hand and prepare to sink down on him.

“Are you sure this is safe?” he asks right at the last minute.

“I’m sure, but I’ll book a doctor’s appointment later and get on some birth control.”

“Good. I don’t want anything between us again.”

His lids flicker up, and the look in his eyes makes my breathing falter. He’s serious. Deadly serious.

I have to bite down on the inside of my lips to stop me asking what this is and where we go from here.

It’s not important right now. Just enjoy the ride.

I listen to that little voice in my head and take him inside me until I’m fully seated.

I stare into his emotion-filled dark eyes, and I know that the second I get to work this morning, I’m making that phone call. He deserves it.

21

COREY

“Can I drive you to work?” I ask when Harlow emerges from my bathroom, ready for a day at the office.

I run my eyes over her body-hugging black dress, and it just tells me what I already know. I’m falling—and fast.

The thought of ripping it from her body and dragging her back to bed is all-consuming, but I know I can’t. She has a job, and so do I. We’ve got other people who depend on us for shit.

“I didn’t think you had a car,” she asks, slipping her feet into her shoes. They do incredible things for her calves, making me forget she just said anything. “Corey?”

“Shit, sorry. Just, you look … Fuck. You look really fucking hot. So … are there many guys in your office?” I ask teasingly, running my fingers through my hair.

She smirks, happy to play along

“A few. Most are quite young, too. And they all wear these suits.” She bites down on her bottom lip, and I have to swallow a bubble of jealousy that makes itself known.

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