Page 76 of Brewer Family Collection, Part 1

Chloe

“ G ood morning, Brandi!” I practically float off the elevator and into the executive floor lobby. “How was your weekend?”

She stands behind the desk with a hand on her hip. “Not as good as yours, it seems.”

I stop, my stomach churning. Did word get out already? How? The office just opened.

“Did you and Jason get married, or is this a joke?” She watches me curiously.

“I’ve been thinking about it for the last twenty minutes and the more I think about it, the more I believe it’s probably true.

You two have always had a thing for each other.

But it does feel very much like a fantasy, so if it’s not true, pretend I didn’t say a thing. ”

I grip my bag, feeling the leather slip around my suddenly-damp palm. “Well, it’s true.”

“ Oh, my gosh. What ?” Her eyes nearly fall out of her head. “ You married Jason ?” She rushes around the corner of the desk and hugs me. “Congratulations.”

“Thank you.” I take a step back, frazzled. I knew word would get out. I didn’t think it would get out before I got here. “How did you know?”

“Flowers were delivered before I got here. I don’t know who set them on my desk, but I read the card because I didn’t know what to do with them, and it …” Her cheeks heat. “Let’s just say it made things clear.”

Oh, shit. What did you do, Jason? I flush.

“I won’t say a word until you do,” she says. “And I’ll pretend I didn’t read that card, so please don’t tell your husband I read it. Let’s not make things weird.”

“Thank you, Brandi.”

I’m not sure what to say, so I hurry down the hall to my office. I flip on the light and, sure enough, Thomas’s arrangement is long gone. In its place is a circular black box stuffed with hot pink roses.

I drop my bag and find the card.

Chloe,

These remind me of the color of your ass after the other night. Let’s do that again, my beautiful wife.

Jason

My head falls forward as I imagine the look on Brandi’s face when she read the card.

“We’re going to have to work on boundaries,” I mutter, although a smile is firmly on my lips.

I quickly scan my emails, picking out the important ones and dealing with them.

Then I note the number of voice messages awaiting me and decide they can wait.

Jason’s schedule is manageable today, and there are no surprises.

Fortunately. My latte is waiting for me, as it is every morning, but this morning? It’s a little more special.

It’s from my husband.

I knock on his door, then poke my head around the corner. “Hey. Just letting you know I’m here.”

He stops what he’s doing and looks at me. A slow grin stretches across his face. He really is a sexy beast. How did I keep my hands off him for so long? “Good morning, beautiful.”

“You’ll give me a complex if you keep calling me that.”

“Prepare for a complex then.”

“The roses you sent me are gorgeous,” I say, moving to his desk. “I don’t know how you had them delivered before we opened, but I’ll just chalk it up to yet another thing you do that I can’t comprehend.”

He taps a pen against his lips, hiding his satisfaction.

“But I will have you know that Brandi read the card,” I say.

I’m not sure if he’s going to laugh or cringe. That makes me laugh.

“I told her I wouldn’t tell you because she doesn’t want it to get weird,” I say, shaking my head at him. “But maybe next time, don’t write something so private.”

He shrugs. “It’s my company, and you’re my wife. I don’t see the problem.”

“Jason …”

“Fine.” He tosses the pen on his desk. “I’ll make sure they put a disclaimer on the envelope next time. Then if she looks, it’s on her.”

I roll my eyes. “Okay, let’s move on. Florence Systems will be coming by at two o’clock to meet with you and Tate.

Don’t let Tate take over because you have a three thirty call with Ford Landry, and a four thirty call with Brunston Aeronautics.

Also, there seems to have been a slight issue last night at our gate in Philly.

I flagged the email for you if you haven’t seen it yet. ”

He says nothing, only grins.

“What?” I ask.

“You’re my wife.”

I laugh. “Yes, I am.”

“Come here.”

“I know that look in your eye,” I say, pointing at him. “We can’t be messing around in the office.”

“It’s my office.”

“And we have things to do.”

He narrows his eyes. “Did you come in through the front door this morning?”

I nod. “Of course. Why?”

“What did it say just above the door when you walked in?”

“Brewer Air …” My shoulders fall as I realize what he’s getting at.

He smirks. “Brewer Air, as in Jason Brewer. Now get your sexy little ass over here so I can hold my wife before this day turns to shit.”

This is highly inappropriate and probably against the handbook in a hundred ways. But I’m not saying no to him—and not just because I’m completely turned on when he gets all bossy with me. I don’t say no because I want him to hold me, too.

I never understood cuddling. I was firmly in Team Don’t Touch Me After Sex and Respect My Personal Bubble. But that was before I knew what it felt like to be in his arms. It’s my favorite place to be. I don’t feel violated or suffocated by him. Instead, I feel cherished—and I love it.

I perch on his knee, but he drags me back into his lap. He finds his spot in the bend of my neck and presses long, sweet kisses there.

“What if someone walks in?” I ask, my eyes fluttering closed.

“They better knock, or I’ll fire them.”

I smile as his kisses reach my jaw. “You can’t just fire people.”

“Why the hell not?”

“Because you’d feel bad,” I say, laughing.

He grins against my lips. “You don’t know me as well as you think you do.”

Yet I do.

I hold my breath just before he does exactly what I expect him to do. One hand splays against my stomach, and the other slides up my thigh. I inhale, holding it as his fingers reach my already soaked flesh.

He growls in my ear, nipping at my lobe.

“What?” I ask coyly, tilting my head to the side. “No panties shouldn’t be a problem because no one should know but me.”

He turns his chair so that if someone does open his door, they won’t see anything. Then he slides one of my legs over his lap.

“This is against the employee handbook,” I tease, resting my head against his. His cock is rock hard beneath me.

“Probably. But there’s probably a clause about spouses.”

I snort. “You think?”

“I’ll have HR amend it as soon as I get you off.”

I sag against him as he slips a finger inside my slit.

“We’re going to have to do something about this,” he whispers, sliding one, and then two fingers into me. “I might have to transfer you after all.”

A short gasp escapes my lips as I press down against his hand.

“I love that you’re always ready for me,” he says, tugging at my earlobe with his teeth.

“Little did you know, but I’ve been ready for you like this since the day I met you at Coffee and Cream.”

He growls again. “Don’t tell me that.”

“It’s true.” I moan softly as he forms smooth circles over my clit. “Can we lock the door for just a few minutes?”

“No. I have a meeting in”—he checks the clock—“six minutes.”

I bark out a laugh that turns quickly into another moan.

A tingle dances up my spine, drawing with it the weight that precedes an orgasm. I grip Jason’s thighs, my nails digging into him, as he pushes a finger deep inside me.

His other hand joins the onslaught, working together to bring me to climax quickly.

“ Ah !” I gasp, the intensity and pressure so sharp it’s almost painful. Jason presses a hand over my mouth as my head pushes against him, my body fucking his hand.

He chuckles, shushing me. “If you can’t do this quietly, this won’t be able to happen again.”

Despite my world falling apart around me, I manage to glare at him.

This only makes him chuckle harder.

Finally, he brings me down slowly until I’m fully satiated. He ends it with a soft kiss to my temple.

“Up you go,” he says, helping me off his lap. “I really do have a call in two minutes.”

I straighten my skirt, glancing at his pants. I can’t help but think about what he said he’s thought about at work. Me, under his desk, his cock in my mouth .

“Later,” he says, winking as if he reads my mind.

“Well, then don’t stand for a while.”

He grips his cock and groans. “Noted.”

“Oh, one more thing,” I say as I’m headed to my office. “Fika texted me this morning and they have a shift open tomorrow night.”

“The restaurant?”

I nod. “Yeah. I pick up a couple of shifts there a week if I can.”

“You used to, you mean.” His lips twitch as he goes back to his computer. “Don’t forget to get the report for the gates in San Francisco and Salt Lake City.”

“They’re already in your inbox.”

“I wish I was in your box,” he mumbles.

I shake my head and get back to work.