Page 29 of His Curvy Obsession

When I collapse back against him, he removes his hand from my mouth and begins to bounce me on his lap again. I feel his cock swell in length and his fingers dig into my hips, his icy gaze so powerful and so demanding as he releases into me.

We stay like that for a moment or two, and with the physical pleasure behind us, I feel the familiar insecurities creeping back into my mind. Eric pulls back from me and grips my chin in his hand, staring me down. Then he kisses me, slow and long, and all thoughts wipe from my mind again.

11

Eric

Elijah and Emmettare in the conference room with their laptops and coffee when I arrive.

“Wow,” Emmett says as I close the door behind me, noisily making my way to my spot at the table.

“What?”

“Just…wow,” Emmett says, shaking his head. He looks at his watch. “Thirty minutes late. Usually you’re the one waiting on us. Should I give you the customary lecture about the importance of punctuality? Or have you already given it to yourself on the way here, given that you’re its original author?”

“Funny.”

“Liar. You never find anything I say funny,” Emmett says. “What’s up with you this morning?”

“Traffic,” I mutter.

“Is traffic why you’re wearing mismatched shoes?” Elijah asks.

I look down.

Son of a bitch.

I only have two sets of shoes that I wear to the office. Brown, and black. This morning, my feet are sporting one of each.

“Is it that noticeable?” I ask, cursing to myself.

“Is it noticeable that you’re wearing one brown shoe and one black?” Emmett asks. “Not particularly. Nobody is going to stare at your shoes. But I’ll tell you what is noticeable, that hickey just under your collar.”

My hand reaches up to my neck reflexively.

“What? Where?”

“Ha!” Emmett claps his hands together. “I knew it. Little brother got laid this weekend.”

“Fuck off.”

“I’m just messing with you,” he continues. “The shoes are fine. If it bothers you that much, just get Rebecca to grab you a matching shoe.”

“I don’t send my assistant on shoe errands,” I reply. I’m feeling warm at the unexpected mention of her name. “Unlike you, I do actual work in my department. The shoes will stay as they are.”

“Suit yourself,” Emmett shrugs.

Elijah stares at me.

“Surprised you had time to get laid in between pummeling the shit out of our employees," he says.

“What?” I ask.

He opens a file in front of him, tossing a stack of papers at me. I look down and scan the first page to find that Larry Welch has filed a lawsuit against the company.

“That motherfucker,” I hiss under my breath. “Seriously?”

“Yeah,” Elijah says. “Seriously.”

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