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“You can help me finish it in my office tomorrow.”
Let’s hope I can convince him to let me try out a few fantasies on him instead.
Chapter 24
Ethan
Iroll over to find Addison still asleep next to me. Everything about this feels right. Having her in bed with me, waking up next to her; it seems like a dream. This is what I want in my life. I wantherin my life, and I want to know everything about her—the good and bad. I don’t want my life to be only about work anymore. I smile as she turns and curls into me, resting her head on my naked chest.
I know she’s awake by the way she’s breathing, but she doesn’t open her eyes to look at me. “Addy, I need to get home so I can get ready for work.” I run my fingers through her dark tresses, and she hums in appreciation.
“Or we can call in sick and spend the day together instead. Doesn’t that sound like more fun?” She finally looks up at me, her chin resting on her hand over my chest.
Yes, that does sound very tempting.Images of the two of us getting to go out like a normal couple cross my mind, and I shake them away. I have too much to do at the office today, I need to be there.
“I can’t. I have some meetings I can’t push.” I kiss her quickly on the lips. “How about I pick you up a coffee this morning and we’ll meet at the office?”
She sits up with a large smile on her face. “The big, bad Mr. Freeman is going to getmecoffee for a change? What is the world coming to?” she teases.
She tries to get up, and I wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her back to me. “I didn’t say I was done with you yet.”
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She’s alreadyat her desk when I stroll in a little past nine a.m. She glances at me, her face blushing a bit when she meets my dark eyes.I’d love to pull her into my office and fuck her against my desk.I’m insatiable around her. Like she can read my thoughts, she gives a small shake of her head before focusing her gaze on the coffee in my hand.
I place a cup on her desk, and she looks up, raising an eyebrow at me. “Looks like you’ve got an admirer.” I scrunch my face in confusion. She spins the cup to show me the number scribbled across the cream paper cup. “Wendy wants you to call her. Should I get her on the phone for you?”
She picks up the receiver, and I place my finger over the switch hook, silencing the dial tone. “If I wanted to set up a date, I would have done it there,” I say. “You’re the only one I want to date, Addy.” She smiles warmly at me, a sparkle of delight in her eyes.
I check my calendar again for my next meeting, and it looks like I finally have some time to catch a breather. Addy strolls into my office in her blue pencil skirt, white blouse, and black high heels. Her hair is pulled back into a loose hairdo, and she has on just a splash of makeup.Fucking beautiful... and all mine.
I haven’t told her yet, but I got HR to change the rules about no interoffice relationships. As long as the relationship doesn’t interfere with work, there should be no issues. I know she has been worried about that, too, and I want to put her mind at ease.
She walks around my desk, and I push back in my chair, giving her room to stand between my legs as she leans against the heavy desk. “According to your calendar, you have a bit of free time,” she coos.
God, I hope this is going where I think it is.“Hmmm, it appears I do.”
She puts her hand on my chest and slides it all the way down until her nimble fingers rest over my crotch. She then slides the rest of her body down to the floor until she’s kneeling at my feet. Her big green eyes dance with excitement as she pops the button on my pants and pulls down the zipper.
She reaches her hand in and pulls out my hardening cock. “Mmm, good girl,” I purr as she wraps her fingers around the base and starts stroking up and down. Her lips meet the tip, and I thrust my hips up, seeking more of her warm mouth.Shit, she feels perfect.She works me over with an expert touch.
My body tenses as I think about that. She’s very good at this, and I know she has had sex with clients at the strip club. My innocent Addison isn’t innocent at all, and I start to pull away when my office door swings open unexpectedly. I scoot the chair in, pressing her further under my desk, shielding her from my father’s dark, seedy eyes.
“You told himno?” he booms, his body shaking in anger. Addison stills in her movements, but my cock is still effectively down her throat. She takes a few deep breaths but holds still as I place my hands on the desk, leaning forward.
“We don’t need to get involved with him. We have more than enough clients right now to keep the business successful. If you remember correctly, that’s what I told the board this past weekend.”
She starts bobbing her head up and down achingly slow, and it takes all of my strength to not groan in pleasure.
“You’re making a big mistake, boy. The board already wants you gone. This is going to be the thing that pushes them over. I’ve fought for you because you’re my son, but you’re a fucking idiot walking away from Mr. Costanza asecondtime.” He leans over my desk, and I slide in a little more, making sure to keep Addison completely hidden from view. “His business is just as good as any other client you’ve taken on, and he holds a lot of power. He can make this company.”
He sizes me up and down, waiting for my reply. “I’ve already done that, Dad. After you got caught fucking your assistant and had a lot of bad press follow you, I had to work my ass off to prove we were the best in the business and not some HR nightmare.” I give a snarky scoff. “I’mstillcleaning up your fucking mess.”I wish Addy wasn’t under the desk with her lips wrapped around me. I need the upper hand.As if she can read my mind, she discreetly tucks me back into my pants, buttons me back up, and presses herself against the side of the desk. I rise, placing my hands on my desk, and level him with a stare. “Get the fuck out of my office before I have you arrested for trespassing.”
“Watch out, Ethan. He’s not someone you want to piss off.” He turns and stalks out of the room before I can get another word out.
Addison crawls out from under my desk and looks up at me, still on her knees. She bites her lip, looking like she wants to say something, but doesn’t. I sit back as she rubs up and down my inner thighs, soothing the tense muscles in my legs. That man makes me so Goddamn angry.
“Are you sure you’re making the right decision?” she asks after a minute or two of silence.