Page 128 of Sassy Love
“You okay?” she asks.
Fuck, she smells incredible.
“Yeah,” I choke. Who am I kidding... I’m sporting a raging hard-on at work, and the entire staff floor is now bearing witness to my lack of self-control.
“Lawson, sit. I’ll email you.”
I open my mouth to protest, but instead, I peel myself away from the only fucking thing I’ve ever wanted this damn bad and force my ass into my chair. I open the laptop, adjusting my crotch as I do.
“Open your Gmail, Laws,” she says softly.
“What?” I snap my eyes up to where she’s tapping on her laptop.
“Not your work account, okay?”
Okay . . .
I bring up my Gmail account. She rises from her chair and walks to my desk with a pink sticky note. If I was hard before, now I’m concrete.
Her email address is on the note.
I tap out a hello and send it off.
I huff a strained chuckle with the little air left in my lungs. If this is what fucking this woman and then leaving her for two days feels like, then...
My email pings.
Heat slips down my spine as I read her email.
Hello Cowboy,
I missed you. Fuck, I missed you like four or five times in the shower last night. Then one more this morning before I even made it out of bed.
Your Princess.
Fuck me.
“Yes, please,” she whispers.
Hell, I said that out loud?
I tap out a reply.
Hey Princess,
This is going to be damn hard, working across from you for hours and not touching you. Not tasting you, baby. Longest workday ever, hands down.
Your Cowboy.
Hmmm,
Well, you get break times, don’t you? I’ve never had sex on a copier before...
Princess.
Christ.
