Page 130 of Sassy Love
“Oh shit!” I whisper.
Lawson’s forehead presses to mine, the cheekiest smile tugging one corner of his delicious mouth up. “Fuck, Princess. This ain’t going to last long.”
Right now, that’s probably a good thing.
He thumbs my clit as he rasps, “Come for me, baby.”
I explode around him, and he groans through his release, his hands gripping my hips with force.
I pant through my next words. “She’ll be back with a key.”
“Yeah, probably.”
He doesn’t let me go. Despite the fact we are most likely seconds away from being busted, I don’t want him to, either.
“Carlie,” he breathes.
“I know, Cowboy,” I whisper, but guide him backward with my hands on his chest. Sliding from the copier, I fix my skirt. He readjusts his pants and belt and runs a hand through his hair.
The door opens and I spin on my heel, grabbing the first item I can reach.
Toilet paper.
Fantastic.
Laws chuckles at me before taking a few random stationary items from the shelf as the door pops open. Nadia’s face turns stunned, then melts to disappointment as she sets her shoulders back. “Sorry, are you done? I need the copier.”
“Yeah.” Lawson clears his throat. “Just needed these.” He holds up the folders, and are those highlighters? Whiteboard markers, maybe...
Why do I care?
“Okay,” Nadia says, eyeing the toilet roll in my stupid hand.
I force a smile and walk from the copy room like the carpet is on fire. Lawson is hot on my heels when we run right into Serelle.
“Carlie. Lawson. My office, now.”
Turning back and marching for her office, she beckons us with a finger over her shoulder.
“Shit,” I whisper, shooting Laws a worried look laced with annoyance.
“I’m sure it’ll be fine.” His hand brushes mine.
I put space between us.
Fuck. God, I’m so stupid. I’ve broke every fucking rule I’ve ever had. I can’t lose this job. I can’t do that to Mills again.
We file into Serelle’s office and sink into the chairs in front of her desk.
She leans back in her chair and steeples her hands with a frown.
Fuck.
Fuck. Fuck.Fuck.
“When were you going to tell me the scope of this gala you’re planning?” Her gaze alternates between Lawson and me. “I mean, that’s incredible, but what happens when the funding doesn’t meet the expenses?”
I have to do my best to tamp down the hysterical laugh that wants out. She’s worried about the size of the gala.
