Page 29 of Sexted By a Stranger
"You're not in your office?"
"I'm in Design checking proposals."
"Bring over the project planning and new quarter haute couture material selection proposals now. Some details need deeper discussion."
"Okay, Luca, I'll be right there."
Seven whole days.
Connor's leftover mess, the exposed rat, the tug-of-war with New Jersey arms dealers, those old bastards in the family—every single thing I'd always handled with ease. But now, in every gap, I couldn't stop thinking of her.
Thinking of her clean soap scent, the flash of dependence when she looked up, that waist trembling slightly in my palms.
Desire fermented in separation, growing wild in the gaps between busy moments.
I downed a gulp of iced coffee, knuckles tapping out a low countdown on the desk.
Finally, the knock came.
"Come in."
The door opened. Sheila entered carrying two stacks of folders, shirt sleeves rolled to her elbows, revealing delicate white wrists. In that instant, all restraint shattered—I just wanted to pull her into my arms, hear her gasping with tears in her voice.
"Luca, the files you wanted."
She placed the materials on the desk, straightened, and began reporting. "About Luminous Reverie—"
"No rush." I interrupted, gaze sweeping the faint shadows under her eyes. "Tell me about you first. Still adjusting? Anyone giving you trouble?"
She paused, then shook her head. "Harrington has high standards, but he's fair. Colleagues are nice too."
After a pause, her brows habitually furrowed slightly. "Just some disagreement on market positioning..."
That little frown was exactly the same as when she'd desperately tightened her fingers beneath me that night.
Suppressed longing and desire breached reason's dam. Contracts, quotes—all became eyesores at this moment.
"Come here." My voice dropped low, gaze burning into her.
She was clearly startled, confusion flashing through those amber eyes. "Luca?"
"Come here," I repeated, the commanding tone brooking no refusal.
She hesitated but finally rounded the massive desk, walking toward me.
When she reached arm's length, I extended my hand, catching her wrist and yanking her hard against me.
"Ah." With a cry of surprise, she lost her balance and fell into my lap.
An electric shiver instantly shot through my limbs. The forbidden space of the office amplified this thrill infinitely, like sparks hitting hot oil, exploding instantly.
Sheila struggled futilely. "Luca. You... people could see us."
Her squirming only threw fuel on the fire, instantly igniting deeper desire.
I tightened my arms, locking her firmly in my embrace, chin resting against her soft hair, greedily inhaling that calming scent.
"Don't move." My fingers deftly unbuttoned her shirt, slipping inside to graze the smooth, slender curve of her waist.
