Page 77 of Wild For You

“Maybe you should.” I peer up into his impossibly green eyes and regret it almost instantly. He’s standing so unbearably close my entire body reacts to him. My breathing’s impaired and my heart can’t stop racing.

Cash leans into me, his mouth conquering mine hungrily, his hands seeking my body. I moan into his mouth when he breaks off too quickly. “I love it when you look at me like that.”

“How?” I breathe.

“Like you want to rip off my clothes and ride me hard.”

My face catches fire, and I bite my lip. Is it that obvious that I want him? Damn, I’ll have to work on my poker face.

“Maybe those were exactly my thoughts.” I pull him to the leather sofa facing his desk and grab his glasses before climbing on top of him. “You’ve been locked up in here for hours.”

“Missed me?”

“Kind of. But only because you’re the only entertainment around here.” I smirk. “So why do you hate them?” I put on his glasses and peer at him, catching his amusement.

“I don’t hate them.” He lifts my chin so our lips almost touch. “I’m just not sure I really need them. They look better on you than on me. You should borrow them tonight.” His palms settle around my hips, and I rock them gently against his lap, feeling him getting hard beneath me.

My body screams for him, reminding me that it’s been hours since he was last inside me. I’ve never been the insatiable kind, but then again, I’ve never met someone like Cash.

Pointing to the folders on the desk, I ask, “Aren’t you supposed to be resting?”

“Yes, but business is business. Work never rests.”

I catch the flash of worry on his face. “What’s wrong?”

“We’re constantly in the red, no matter how much money’s coming in. We’ve lost millions in the few months since my accident. The numbers in the accounting books don’t add up, so here I am, trying to figure out where the problem is.”

I blink once, twice. Wow. Millions is a lot of money to lose in a few months. “Don’t you have people for that?”

“Of course I do,” Cash says grimly. “But at this point, I don’t trust anyone. If someone on the payroll is screwing me over, I want to find out who it is. I won’t let anyone else do this job for me and risk alarming whoever’s stealing from my clubs.”

“May I?” Without waiting for his permission, I get up and get one of the folders.

“Sure.” Cash heaves a sigh, as though he doesn’t believe I’ll find anything but doesn’t want to argue.

“Before I decided to become a physical therapist, I took a few business classes. Maybe I can help.”

“You already do enough here,” Cash says.

“I don’t mind.” I catch his glance and smile. “I probably won’t see more than you do, but it never hurts to get a second pair of eyes, right?”

I wait for his nod of approval before I peek at the papers. Cash pulls me back onto the sofa, his hand settling at the low of my back as he draws me close to nuzzle my neck.

“What did you find?” he whispers against my skin.

His hot breath makes it hard to focus, but I don’t complain.

I frown as I try to make sense of the numbers. “Find?”

“You barged in saying you found something. What is it?”

“Oh, right. I forgot.” I put down the folder and slide my hand into the pocket of my jeans to retrieve the piece of jewelry. “This old chain.”

In the light of the sun streaming in, the pear-shaped sapphire stone sparkles in a million facets of blue. Cash stares at it and his expression changes.

“Where was it?” He takes it from my hand to inspect it.

“It was buried in the soil near the barn.” I stare at the stone, marveling at its beauty. When he remains silent, I add, “I took the liberty to clean it. I hope you don’t mind.”

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