I kiss his chin. “I want you to whisper something dirty in my ear.”
He brushes his lips over my jawline and up toward the lobe of my ear. “I want to fuck you, Juliet. Those sweet sounds you make when your tight little pussy is wrapped around my cock keeps me hard all day.”
I tug on his tie to lure his face down toward me. “All day?”
He takes my free hand and cups it around the outline of his erection through his pants. “All fucking day, Juliet.”
I give his tie one final pull before I kiss him until we are both breathless.
Chapter Forty-Five
Juliet
“Wake up, sleepyhead.” I dig a finger into Kavan’s ribcage.
One of his eyelids opens a touch. “Another round, Juliet? Let me sleep for five more, then you can sit on my face.”
I slap his naked chest. “You can’t be serious? We made love all night. I think I slept an hour.”
“Stop talking and sleep another hour and I’ll make love to you all day.”
I press a kiss to his lips. “That sounds divine, but today is the day I turn in my article. I’m going to read it over one last time before I email it to Mr. Marks.”
He wraps an arm around my waist. “You still have time. It can’t be more than five or six.”
I glance at the clock on the bedside table. “It’s after seven.”
“Well, shit,” he drawls. “I need to get up and workout.”
“You can sleep in today.” I run a hand over his forehead. “You worked out last night in this bed with me. I’ll send the article and then come back to wake you up.”
“Why don’t you send the article and then come back to sit on my face?”
“That works for me.”
“You’re a dream, Juliet,” he whispers.
I lean down to press my lips to his neck. Inhaling his scent, I close my eyes. “I’m real. This is real.”
His hand snakes down my back to my ass. “I know and I never want to let you go.”
I stay in that spot, nestled against him, reveling in his words until he drifts back to sleep.
“Pastries for everyone!” I announce as I exit the elevator and stroll into the penthouse.
After I submitted my article an hour ago, I planned on crawling back into back with Kavan, but he was sleeping so soundly that I didn’t want to wake him.
I snuck out to rush home to shower and change. Then, I stopped to pick up another assorted box of pastries to bring here.
“Do I smell something with lemon?” Nigel asks as he rounds the corner from the kitchen.
“Of course you do.” I laugh.
He grabs the box from me to take it to the dining room table. “Is Mr. Bane right behind you?”
I spin around. “Nope. I don’t see him anywhere and he’s hard to miss.”
He laughs. “By the way he was dressed when he left, I thought he was meeting up with you.”
“He left? How was he dressed?” The questions spill out of me.
He steals a glance over his shoulder at me. “Much like you are now. Jeans and a T-shirt, but Mr. Bane wasn’t wearing a cashmere cardigan and his hair will never measure up to yours.”
I move to stand next to him. “When did he leave?”
“I passed him on my way in this morning.” His gaze drops to his watch. “Thirty minutes ago, I’d say.”
Confused, I dive a hand in my purse to find my phone. “Maybe he went to find me? I left while he was asleep. I thought I’d have time to get back before he woke up.”
Nigel looks at me with a smile, but says nothing.
I connect a call to Kavan, but it rings straight through to his voicemail. “If you’re looking for me, I’ve been found.” I laugh. “I’m at the penthouse. Come home or call me.”
“I’m certain he’ll sprint here after hearing that.” Nigel chuckles.
I glance at the open pastry box. “I can’t decide what to have.”
“One of each?” Nigel suggests. “It’s hard to choose, isn’t it?”
Nara rounds the corner with a cup of coffee in each hand. She gives me one before she hands Nigel the other.
I take my first sip. “This hits the spot. Thank you, Nara.”
“You’re welcome.” She eyes the pastries. “You’re in a much better mood than Mr. Bane was this morning.”
I let out a slight chuckle. “You talked to him?”
“I talked to him,” she affirms with a nod. “He didn’t talk to me, but that’s typical.”
Nigel picks up a lemon pastry. “Mr. Bane is not a morning person.”
“Is it all right if I steal the raspberry one for me and the strawberry one for Birch?” Nara asks tentatively.
Nigel turns to look at her. “Alcott does love the strawberry filled ones.”
Nara smiles. “I haven’t seen him since he went down to the garage with Mr. Bane. Did he pick you up from home this morning, Juliet, or was it Drew?”
“I took a rideshare when I left here earlier and another on my way back,” I let that slip.
“You were here earlier?” Her face brightens. “I knew there was something there, Juliet. He bought you these beautiful flowers.”
My gaze travels over the fragrant bouquets on the table next to the pastry box.
“There is something,” I whisper.
“Mr. Bane was in the garage?” Nigel turns to Nara. “Did he take the car?”
“What car?” I ask.
“The BMW,” Nigel says casually. “Mr. Bane takes it for a drive sometimes.”
“It usually means a few days off for us.” Nara laughs. “He drives upstate and takes a few personal days.”
Why would he do that now?
I curse inwardly wishing I had woken him up instead of going home.
I press my finger against my phone’s screen again to connect a call to Kavan. For the second time, it goes through to voicemail after a few rings.
Part of me wants to run out of here and chase after him, but I don’t know which direction to head.
“I’ll be in my office,” I tell Nigel and Nara as I set off in that direction.
“I’ll bring in a coffee right away, Juliet,” she calls after me.
As I near my office door, I try calling Kavan again.
It rings once and then again.
I stop just as I reach the open door to my office.
I pull my phone away from my ear but the ringing continues. In fact, it’s louder because sitting on the edge of my desk, next to my open laptop is Kavan’s phone.
Chapter Forty-Six
Juliet
I drop into my chair and scoop Kavan’s phone into my hand.
Notifications crowd the screen including three indicating the calls I just made.
I set the phone down, unsure of what’s going on.
“I brought your coffee,” Nara says as she enters my office. “I’ll put it here.”
I nod because I can’t find the words to thank her.
I feel numb, and confused.
I glance at Kavan’s phone again when another notification pops up but I don’t read it. That’s not my business.