The past few weeks had been unbelievable. It was incredibly difficult not to fall for him. Smart, charismatic, kind, sweet, protective, sexy, and he could cook—the complete package.
When we ate lunch together, another common occurrence, I was always stunned that the man I once thought of as an asshole was all mine.
“What should we do for dinner tonight?” he asked as he forked a piece of chicken from my container.
“Hey!” I cried in protest.
He just gave me a cheeky smile and licked his lips.
It was Friday, a normal day normal couples would go and spend the evening out. We’d only had one of those, and it was weeks ago.
“I’m sorry.”
His brow scrunched, confused since he was the one who’d stolen from my plate. “For what?”
“That we can’t go out more just the two of us.”
He placed his hand on mine and rubbed his thumb across my fingers. “While I would like that, just being with you is all I need.”
“But Kinsey—”
He cut me off. “Is adorable and—”
“And always with me,” I finished for him.
He scrunched his brow and leaned back. “Why are you trying to fight me on this?”
I picked at the edge of my napkin, unable to meet his gaze. “Because dating me isn’t normal.”
“Who defines normal? So we spend more nights in than out—who cares?” He cupped my face and leaned in closer. “As long as I’m with you. Kinsey is just a bonus.”
“Don’t you want to go out on a date?” I asked. Old insecurities were rearing their ugly heads and I began to doubt.
“Of course I do. You’ve just seemed reluctant and I didn’t want to push it. My goal is to make your life better, not give you more stress.”
It seemed like a legitimate argument, but still that doubt nagged at me. “Getting a babysitter is hard, and my mom’s schedule is all over the place.”
“You know we don’t need all that, right? We can take her with us.”
“A toddler at a restaurant?”
He shrugged. “Why not?”
“The screaming. The crying. They tend to do what they want at whatever volume they want.”
He nodded. “True, but why should that stop us? Why should a baby stop us from doing anything we want?”
It was instinct. One moment I was in my chair and the next I was in his lap, my lips smashed against his.
A groan left him and his arms wrapped around me. “Keep throwing yourself at me like that, and you’re going to be the lunch I’m eating off this table.”
“Then what will I eat?” I asked innocently.
His eyes widened and he swallowed hard. “Fuck, Roe, don’t tease me like that.”
I let my hand trail down between us and cupped his cock, which was hardening in my hand. In all the weeks we’d been together, I still hadn’t given him a blow job and his reaction was tempting me to do it right now.
I removed my hand and sighed. “I’m sorry. You have a meeting in fifteen minutes and I’m getting you all worked up.”
“Put your lips around me for the first time and I guarantee it’ll be five minutes max.”
“Only five minutes?”
“After weeks of anticipation, hell, yes.”
“Challenge accepted,” I said as I pulled his belt through the loops. With each movement his breath sped up, lips parted. When I slid down to my knees and pulled him free, he began cursing up a storm.
He watched in rapt attention as my lips wrapped around the head. A deep groan left him when I took more of him in my mouth.
“Fuck, that’s a beautiful sight,” he said as he stared down at me.
I took more of him in, opening my throat to get as much as I could before pulling back. I bobbed up and down, moaning at all the grunts and groans leaving him. When his hips started pulsing up into my mouth, I knew he was close.
I pulled back and swirled my tongue around the tip, earning a few pleas before I took all of him in my mouth again. He grabbed hold of my head and held me in place as he cried out. I felt each twitch as he came.
Five minutes? I had him coming down my throat in less than four.
He stared down at me in awe, trying to regain his breath. “That was un-fucking-believable.”
I licked the tip, giving it one last kiss before tucking it back into his pants.
“You earned it.”
“How do I earn another? Because you just blew my mind.”
I pushed against his thighs as I stood. “Come on, we need to finish and get to the meeting,” I said. As I sat, I tried to ignore the dampness of my panties and instead focused on finishing my lunch.
After we cleaned up and popped a couple of mints, we gathered up our laptops and headed down the hall. We had barely made it out of his office on our way to the conference room when someone I didn’t recognize stopped us mid-step with a snide comment. “It’s frowned upon to be dating a subordinate.”
Thane stopped and turned back to him. “Good thing I’m not her boss.”
“She’s working for you,” he sneered.
I’d never seen him before, and I wondered what department he was from. By the way Thane interacted with him, I had a feeling they knew each other. From Thane’s attitude, I also had a feeling he wasn’t a fan of the man.
“Temporarily. When Crystal gets back, Roe will be back in Marketing where she belongs.”
“Why not send her back now and use the temp agency like you’re supposed to?”
Thane stepped forward, his glare making the man slink back. “Do I answer to you?”
“N-no.”
“That’s right.”
“But Mr. Donovan—”
“Is well aware of the situation. Obviously, he has no issue.”
We continued on and just to make certain everyone knew, Thane wrapped his arm around me and pulled me tightly into his side.
“You know what’s hot?” I asked him as we walked.
“Besides you?”
I gave his ass a pinch. “Pretending that it’s forbidden.”
His steps faltered, and I knew his mind was swirling. “Fucking in secluded areas, trying not to get caught?” His voice was tight and low, causing a spike of heat to rush through me.
“I knew you’d like that,” I said with a giggle.
“You’re going to kill me, woman.”
“Woman? What happened to baby?”
He smirked down at me. “Baby entices. Woman fucking wrecks my whole day.”
I pretended to ponder his statement, but the reality was that I loved both. His. I just loved that I was his and that he was mine.
Over the weekend I stayed at Roe’s for the first time. It was possibly the best night sleep I’d had in years. There was something so cozy about her bedroom mixed with having her in my arms.
Being with Roe was… hard to describe. In her arms, there was peace but also an edge of protection and love that I didn’t even know I craved. She was quickly becoming my everything, which was why when I woke in my own bed on Monday morning, a single text caused my anxiety to spike and race through me.
Roe: I can’t work today.
Immediately, I pressed call. “Is everything all right?” I asked as soon as she picked up.