Page 50 of Falling for Mr. Wright

Chapter Fourteen

Ryan gazed up at the ceiling, catching his breath while savoring the adrenaline now pumping through him.

Holy fuck.He reached over and pulled Sarah back down into his arms. “That was—”

“Yeah, it was,” Sarah agreed before he could finish his sentence. She wiggled out of his arms, pulling his white sheet over her. “I can’t believe you’ve never told me how skilled you are in this department.”

He sat up and propped his elbow up. “I’m not sure that’s appropriate office conversation.” He reached over and brushed her bangs off her face. God, he couldn’t wait to be inside her again.

“I’m so glad you came out of the restaurant when you did.”

His heart beat faster, more than a little relieved to hear her admission. “Me, too.”

She stretched her arms in front of her. “Now that we’ve gotten this thing between us out of our system, we can get back to normal.”

Rewind.“Normal? What do you mean by ‘normal?’”

“You know. Like you said back in the restaurant’s parking lot. This doesn’t have to be weird if we don’t let it.”

Was she serious? As he watched her move off the bed and slip on the red bra and lacy red panties he’d slid off her, he had a feeling she was. He raked a hand through his hair. “I had a great time tonight,” was all he could say.

“I did, too, but we’re not going to let this be awkward on Monday, right?” she asked, stepping into her red dress.

He sat up, trying to understand what she was saying. Was that her only worry? That they’d be tiptoeing around the fact that they’d had sex when they bumped into each other in the hallway? “No, it won’t. We don’t have to bring it up at all.”

“Great.” She reached behind her back and started to zip her dress, her mouth open as if she was about to say something, but she quickly shut it.

If she brought up her plan, he was going to lose his shit.

How was it only an hour ago she was standing in that spot, letting him run his mouth down her body, and now, her only concern seemed to be how they would act at work. Flabbergasted, he said the only thing he could, “We both got what we wanted.”

“Exactly.” She came over to the bed and turned around. “Can you help me with my zipper?”

His chest hardened. They were really going to pretend this didn’t happen. Frustrated, he scooted over to her. How could she treat what they’d done tonight so casually, and why was she in such a rush to leave?

He gave himself a mental swat and reached for her zipper. They’d had sex. It had been great. She wanted to move on.

There was only one problem: he didn’t. Shit, at the very least, he wanted to do it again.

“You don’t have to go.” He tugged up the dress zipper, resting his free hand on the small of her back. “It’s late. I could take you home in the morning.”

“And run into your sister on the way to the bathroom? I don’t think so.” She laughed. “I can’t risk her not wanting to bake me cupcakes anymore.”

“Somehow I think she’ll still send me to work with a container of cupcakes on Monday.”

“Chocolate with those white-chocolate sprinkles?”

“I’ll place the order.”

She slipped on one stiletto, then the second. “I’ll just call an Uber.”

He moved off his bed and slid on the closest pair of jeans, both pissed and disappointed. He picked up her coat off the back of his desk chair, but flung it on the bed.

The hell with her leaving. He took her in his arms and lifted her chin with his finger, bringing his mouth down on hers. “Stay,” he whispered.

She pressed her palm into his chest. “My ride is going to be here soon. I really should go wait downstairs.”

“Okay,” he said flatly, trying to mask his disappointment. If she wanted to leave, he wasn’t going to beg. He picked up her coat from the bed and helped her into it.

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