Page 113 of Crazy Thing

“Exactly.”

Her voice cracks with emotion when she speaks again. “This is such good news, Darius. Thank you. Thankyou so much.”

“It’s the right thing to do.” My chest fills with gratitude. I’m grateful that I’m in the financial position to do this for my hometown. And for Ziggy.

“I’m so proud of you,” she says, her words shaky. I hear her sniffle over the line.

I don’t want her to cry. Not even happy tears. Especially when I’m not there to wipe them away.

I divert the conversation and give her the praise that she deserves. “I’m proud of you, too, baby. You took so much off my plate today and you held your own against those asshole building inspectors.” I pause. “I just wish you were here with me right now.”

Her voice goes low and sultry and flirtatious. “Oh, you do?”

“Yeah. I want to have you beneath me tonight.” I don’t care how desperate I sound.

“I miss you so much,” Ziggy purrs, her words breathy in a way that sends awareness down my spine.

“How much?” I question her. “How much do you miss me?”

She pauses for a heartbeat. “This much.”

My phone dings with a message notification. I open it to find a photo of my girl.

“A little something for your Ziggy Stash.” She giggles.How does she even know about that?

Now’s not the time for asking questions, though. Because she’s lying atop my massive desk, wearing a lacy camisole and a skirt that’s hiked up around her waist, revealing miles of pale, toned thighs. My eyes zero in on the damp spot at the crotch of her pale blue panties.

I feel a knot in my throat. “This isdefinitelyone for the Ziggy Stash,” I mumble.

Ziggy Beaumont spread out on my tabletop with thatwanting look in her eyes is the hottest thing I’ve seen all day. My cock tingles, coming to life as blood rushes in that direction.

I hit the videocamera button, requesting that she turn on her camera. A moment later, a notification box pops up on my phone screen, informing me that she’s declined my request.

“Turn on the camera,” I demand, my voice strained.

“Why?”

“I want to see you spread out on my desk.”

I hear the playful lilt in her tone. “That wouldn’t be appropriate, Mr. Brighton.”

Oh, she doesn’t get to use the ‘professional boundaries’ card now.

“Ziggy. Don’t play games with me.”

“Games? Who, me? Never.”

“Turn. On. The camera.”

“Fine,” she pretends to grumble, like I’m being unreasonable or something.

The screen blinks and there she is, perched on top of my desk in all her blue-eyed, pink-haired glory.

I glance over her shoulder, making sure the blinds of my office are closed. This show is for me andonlyfor me. I don’t want any passersby getting an eyeful of my girl. Especially with what we’re about to do.

My full attention settles on Ziggy. “Fuck. Even sexier than I remember.” I hiss through my teeth. “Take off your panties.”

For a moment, Ziggy hesitates, even as her eyes twinkle with lust. But I hold her gaze, confident that she wants this as much as I do.

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