Page 40 of Waiting for Acceptance (Nashville Nights #5)

FITZ

It hasn’t even been twenty-four hours since I left Lauren’s house and told her I would give her some space, and I’m already going crazy without her.

I’ve done nothing but replay her telling me she wanted me while remembering the way it felt to finally make her come again.

To taste her again. So why the hell has she not texted me once since I left her house that day?

Did she just need to get me out of her system?

I sure the hell hope not, because I’m almost positive she’ll never be out of mine.

This is going to be the longest Sunday night of my life.

I flip through the channels, stopping on some late-night show before pulling a pillow over my head to try and force myself to sleep.

I slept like absolute shit last night.

“Morning, Fitz! Welcome back.” Amy smiles at me from her place behind the front desk.

“Good morning, Amy. Good to be back.” I give her a polite smile and head straight to Lauren’s office, my shoulders dropping a bit when I see she isn’t in it. I look around and notice her bag is sitting in its usual place beneath her desk, and frown.

Where are you, Trouble?

I hear her laugh almost immediately, and when I turn around I see her leaning against the desk in Marcus’s office.

I’d hate to be rude and interrupt them, so I go into Lauren’s office, set her coffee in the center of her desk, and walk over to lean on the small table against the left wall to wait for her.

“You’re terrible,” she laughs again, her voice floating closer to her office. “Don’t you go getting me in trouble, now.”

I’m going to punch him in the teeth for making her giggle like that.

She walks into her office, making it only a few steps before she stops, seeing the coffee on her desk, and frowns.

“Morning, Trouble.” She jumps back, sucking in a breath as her hand shoots up to her chest.

“Jesus, Fitz. You scared the hell out of me. What are you doing in here?”

“Waiting for you to finish your riveting conversation with Marcus.” Sarcasm drips from my tone, causing her to shake her head as she walks to her desk.

“In the corner like a poorly trained stalker?” I smirk and walk over to close her door, not missing the ways her eyes settle on it before they find mine.

I slide my hands into the pockets of my slacks. “Hear any good jokes lately?”

Her brows pinch together. “What?” She clicks something on her computer before standing upright.

“Something must have been funny to earn a laugh like that from you.” Her eyes roll as she makes her way over to her printer and I move quickly behind her.

“No jokes, but jokes aren’t the only thing that makes me laugh,” she says, popping her hip to the side as she waits for her old-ass printer to get this page out.

“Good to know.” My voice is low and she jumps when she feels my nose brush across her hair. “I’ll get one of those laughs out of you one day, Trouble. But right now I’ll settle for your moans.”

She spins to face me, her ass bumping her printer when she does. I see her swallow as she studies my face. “Fitz?—”

“Do you regret it?” I ask, caressing her cheek with my forefinger.

“What?” she breathes.

“I gave you time to think, and I’ve been going crazy not knowing what’s going on in that beautiful mind of yours.” My hands travel down her body, my fingers teasing the hemline of her dress. “Do. You. Regret. It?” She shakes her head and my lip twitches into a smile. “Tell me,” I demand.

“I don’t regret it, Fitz,” she whispers, something flashing in her eyes that’s unfamiliar to me.

I slide my hand beneath her dress, feeling the smooth surface of her skin. “What made you laugh?”

“You can’t be serious?” She breathlessly laughs.

“I’m very serious.” Her breath shakes when I brush along the wet… lace?

She’s going to be the death of me.

I continue rubbing her clit through the lace, making her eyes flutter. “Barbara got a new puppy.” I stop and her eyes open fully again.

“A puppy?” I frown. “That’s what you were laughing at?” I take a chance and slide my fingers inside of her panties, feeling how wet she is, and when she doesn’t pull away, I slip one inside her, pleasantly surprised when she lets out a little whimper.

“Marcus said?—”

“I’d prefer you not say another man’s name while I’m playing with your pussy, Trouble.”

“Then stop asking me questions about why I was laughing in his office while your fingers are inside me.” The way she manages to still cop an attitude with me while she’s literally dripping down my fingers has me harder for her than ever before.

I slide a second finger in and she lets out another one of those beautiful moans.

“You’re lucky I don’t put you on your knees right here and remind you who you belong to.”

“Who said I wouldn’t get on them willingly?” I curl my fingers and her hips press into me, her eyes rolling as she bites down on her lip. I brush my nose along her jawline, all the way up to her ear. Nipping at the lobe.

“Do not fucking tease me right now.” Her hypnotic blue eyes meet mine and she grabs my wrist, guiding my fingers out of her. Then she reaches into a basket behind her, grabs a clip out of it, and pulls her hair back. “Lauren,” I warn.

“That’s Trouble to you.” She puts her palm flat against my chest, pushing me back just far enough to allow her room to kneel. Before she does, she makes a show of undoing my belt and pulling my shirt out of my slacks. When her fingertips travel along my abs I instantly relax.

What is it about her touch that calms me immediately every time?

Then she gets on her knees, pulls my cock out, and spits on it.

I think that’s in the top three of my favorite things she does.

I look down at her, catching a glimpse of those baby-blue eyes, and this euphoric feeling washes over me when I realize…

she’s going to remember it this time. Then she fucking winks at me, and I lose any hold on reality that this is all for show.

Because right now, it’s just us in this office.

Right now, there’s no one to sell a relationship to, and she still has my cock so far down her throat her eyes are glistening with unshed tears. Because right now, she wants it.

Knock, knock, knock.

“Lauren?” Fucking Marcus. I wish he’d walk in here right now.

I fully expect Lauren to jump up and demand I right myself, but the little troublemaker just keeps sucking me off.

“I know the rule, but I needed to finalize this—” This time when Lauren’s eyes roll I see the annoyance in them, but it’s towards Marcus this time, not me. She’s annoyed that someone is interrupting us, and the fact that she still doesn’t stop has me losing my fucking mind.

“She’ll be with you in a minute.” My voice booms across the room, silencing Marcus on the other side of the door.

When I look down again, seeing the smirk in her eyes that she would be wearing, if her mouth weren’t preoccupied.

I take the clip out of her hair and fist it myself, setting a faster pace for us.

She moans around my cock and slides her hand under her dress.

“Fuck, Trouble!” It comes out louder than I mean for it to, but fuck it, I don’t care. I’d gladly let every person in this office know not to bother even looking in her direction, and that I won’t be looking in theirs. In my mind, there is only her.

Her last little moan vibrates around me, and it sends me over the edge.

I hold her head steady as ropes of my cum shoot down her throat at the same time her hips buck against her own hand.

When I pull my cock out of her mouth, she reaches up with her clean hand and wipes her mouth.

Then stands up and slides the fingers glistening with her arousal into my mouth.

I groan, wrapping my hand around her wrist as I suck them clean, swirling my tongue around them careful not to waste a single drop.

“I remember who I’m with, Fitz. You might not like that I laugh with other guys, but I assure you…You’re the only guy moaning my name while I blow you in my office.” She winks at me and walks around her desk, picking her coffee up and taking a sip. “Thanks for the breakfast. And the coffee.”

Holy shit.

“Fitz?”

I blink and raise my brows. “Yeah?”

“You might want to put your dick away, I do have a meeting with Marcus in five.” I glare at her and growl, following her instruction to put myself back together.

I leave her office, completely speechless, catching a curious glare from Marcus on my way out.

I head to my office, already knowing I’m not getting shit done today.

I listen to the vibration of their voices through mine and Lauren’s shared wall, until Marcus leaves her office, keeping the door open when he goes.

I forgot about her closed door rule—that worked out in our favor today.

A few minutes later I receive an email from Lauren.

Happy birthday to me.