Page 115 of Crazy Thing

“Show me,” I say firmly. Because I’m not in the mood for games.

“Grr. Fine.”

One delicate hand reaches beneath the hem of her camisole top, roughly squeezing her breast. I watch her other hand slither between her thighs once more. She plucks her clit between her thumb and forefinger, playing herself like a guitar.

Her delicate features pinch with pleasure and I just know she’s right at the edge. Hell—so am I.

A feral growl leaves my chest. “Fu-u-u-u-ck. You’re so sexy. The minute I get home, I want to be balls-deep in that pussy.”

“Darius…” she whimpers. When the back of her head drops against the desk and she calls out my name, I fucking lose it.

“Goddamn,” I grunt as I completely lose control of my body.

Heat rushes through my chest. My balls go tight. There’s an explosion inside my head. I fall back against the mattress, ropes and ropes of come spraying my torso.

Ziggy is still moaning and panting and gasping as herown orgasm runs its course. Her desperate sounds are music to my ears.

The second I’m done emptying myself, I reach for the phone with one hand and the bath towel with the other. Her body is motionless aside from the harsh rise and fall of her chest. “You still there?”

Her pretty head pops up, a shy but satisfied smile on her face. “Hi.”

I mop up my sticky chest with the towel. “That was…beautiful,” I say, still struggling to breathe.

Ziggy rises up onto one elbow, her grin widening. “It was. Gosh—that wassohot.” She sits up completely, still in a daze as she slips the strap of her camisole back up her arm.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah. I’m good. Just a little lightheaded.” She laughs softly.

While she straightens her clothes, I check the clock on my phone. “Baby, it’s time for you to leave the office. It’s not safe for you to be there all by yourself at this hour.”

She rolls her eyes. “You do realize that I was perfectly capable of looking out for myself long before you bossed your way back into my life?” She grabs a roll of paper towel from the break room and wipes off my desk with some cleaning spray.

“That was before. I’m here now, so you’re gonna have to get used to me looking out for you. Because I’m not going anywhere.”

Ziggy pauses. She stares at me, vulnerability on her face.

I repeat myself. “I’m not going anywhere, Ziggy. I’m not leaving you. You’re mine now.”

This girl is it for me. I know without a doubt, there is no one else on the face of this earth I want to share my life with. Even if I get on her nerves.

“I’m yours.” A smile slowly curls across her lips, swelling her cheeks. “And you’re mine.”

I lift a shoulder. “Always have been.”

I stay on the line as Ziggy gathers her things, locks the office and heads out to her bus. She sets the phone on her passenger seat and I ride shotgun with her as she drives back to my house.

At first, she insists that she’d be perfectly happy sleeping in her bus in the yard. But I let her know how much seeing her in my bed would turn me on. So she punches in the security code I give her and she creeps inside, crawling between my sheets.

“That’s better,” I say contentedly as she grins at me, her pink hair fanned out on my white pillow cases. “Pretty as a picture.”

I want to stay on the phone with her all night but Ziggy won’t stop yawning. That’s my cue to let her get some rest. We say good night and I return to the shower to clean myself off.

I’m standing under the cool spray, grinning to myself at the idea of my woman sleeping under my roof, making my sheets smell like her.

Tomorrow can’t come soon enough. I can’t wait to close this transaction with Robert Ross. This is my big opportunity to redeem myself with Ziggy. To seal the most important deal of my life.

Once and for all.

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