“Lost control like that?” His smile was knowing but kind. “Good. I like being your first.”
The possessiveness in his tone sent another shiver through me. “And to think I spent all week avoiding you because I thought you were disgusted by me.”
Jack pulled back, his expression fierce as he cupped my face in his hands. “Disgusted? Are you serious? Mia, I’ve wanted yousince the first day I walked into this office. That morning at my house nearly broke me. Do you have any idea how hard it was to watch you run out that door?”
I bit my lip, overwhelmed by the intensity in his eyes. “It’s just... hard to accept that someone like you would want someone like me.”
“Why the fuck would I lie, Mia?” His voice was rough with emotion. “I’ve been dreaming about you for longer than I care to admit. There’s nothing about you that doesn’t drive me completely out of my mind with wanting.”
“I’m sorry.” I rested my forehead against his. “I was embarrassed and scared. Running is kind of my default setting.”
His arms tightened around me and his voice was low and serious when he said, “I should never have let you leave that morning. I should have stopped you, made you see how much I wanted you. I’ve been losing my mind all week, thinking I’d ruined everything.”
I laughed softly. “Well, that makes two of us.”
The sudden sound of voices in the hallway made us both freeze. The sales team was starting to arrive for the day. Jack glanced at his watch and sighed.
“We have the worst timing,” he muttered, pressing a final kiss to my forehead before helping me stand on legs that still felt wobbly.
I smoothed down my skirt while Jack straightened his shirt. He reached out to fix a strand of my hair. “You’d better go.”
“Yeah. But maybe you could kiss me one more time, before I do.”
His answer was to cup my face in his hands and brush the lightest, sweetest kiss to my lips. Then I slipped out of his office on still-trembling legs, my body humming with aftershocks of pleasure and my mind spinning
MIA
Friday morning
When I reached my desk, I spotted it immediately. A small yellow square placed with perfect precision in the center of my keyboard. My heart did a little jump as I picked it up, already smiling before I’d even read the words.
My smile froze, then morphed into a surprised laugh as I read what he’d written.
Your tits look great in that shirt.
Heat rushed to my cheeks as I glanced down at the emerald green shirt I’d chosen and tucked the note into my desk drawer alongside all the others. This one definitely took our relationship in a new direction and I was here for it.
I spent the next hour trying to focus on work while my eyes darted to the door every time someone walked past. Finally, mid-morning, I spotted Jack heading back from a meeting and making his way toward the break room alone. Perfect.
I grabbed the note from my drawer and followed, finding him pouring coffee into that ridiculous oversized mug he always used. I closed the door behind me with a soft click, and he turned, his eyes warming as they landed on me.
I held up the post-it note between two fingers. “Holy OSHA violation, Batman.”
Jack chuckled, the sound doing funny things to my insides.
“Just one thing, though. You hadn’t seen me when you wrote this, so how did you know my tits would look good in this shirt?”
He stepped closer, his voice dropping to that low rumble that made my knees weak. “I didn’t say good. I said great. But it’s a statistical certainty, Mia. They look great every day, so...” He shrugged, his eyes drifting briefly to the subject of our conversation before returning to my face.
My cheeks flushed with pleasure at the compliment, even though I was trying so hard to play it cool.
Before I could think of some flirty reply, Rebecca marched in, her pinched expression souring further when she spotted us Jack and I stepped apart immediately, though maybe not fast enough based on her suspicious glance.
“Mr. Sullivan,” she said stiffly, “A moment of your time?”
Jack nodded. “Of course, Rebecca. I’ll be right there.”
When the door closed behind her, Jack reached up and traced his finger along my collar bone. “To be continued,” he promised. The look he gave me before walking out had a frisson of heat curling in my belly.
